The Ghost of Christmas Past

"I need to share my secret, Camille is relying on me."

When a snowflake falls, there is beauty and tragedy; each is unique until it melts on the pavement. Wearing white and misty grey shrouds, black skeletal trees form a guard of honour. The blizzard mutes all noise as a mark...

The Next Business Trip – New Year’s Eve

"Our trio invite their friends for a New Year's Eve orgy of the flesh."

The next morning, December 31st, I got a call from Karen, thanking us for the fun time the previous evening. Apparently, John was in fine form after we left and she really appreciated all our help in making their fantasies...