It all started when I began my tertiary studies in Singapore. Being an ‘international student’, I had to look for a room to rent as the school did not provide accommodation for its students. After searching for some time, I came to view a cosy little room, in a 3-bedroom apartment owned by Mr. and
Vicki. Vicki on the sidewalk. Vicki on the sidewalk with her red satin hot-pants and black leather jacket. Platform heels — two-fucking-inch thick platforms with five-fucking-inch heels. Her calves flexed like steel tendons with each step; her tight thighs shone like molten gold. Those legs went on forever. Pulled every guy-eye in each place she
I was washing the dishes one day. I’m Christina by the way. When my girlfriend Courtney walked in the room completely naked. She pressed herself against my back as I continued to do dishes she kissed my neck and raised the back on my shirt so she could press her bare 32b breasts against my
The carnival lights and music filled the night. Tiny stars dotted the sky and the moon was full, glimmering silver white above. The sounds of people and animals, from the menagerie, were plenteous, but they hardly noticed as they walked. She carried a paper cone piled high with spun sugar, her arm linked through his,
The faint glow of early morning sifted through the heavy drapes of the room. Her eyes popped open in sudden remembrance of her location. Not moving a muscle, a smile spread across her face as she heard his deep, regular breathing. Without turning, she pictured his long frame stretched across the bed. Even as she
I knew it when I first met him — this was a guy who would be a challenge. He was relaxed enough to talk about sex with a woman at the office, though not relaxed to talk about his own sexual experiences. The abstract was OK, the personal was embarrassing. He’d blush sometimes, enough to
It was coming. The dark, evil presence loomed ominously in the air like storm clouds gathering on the horizon, slowly creeping in, moving closer… closer… prowling through night, existing in shadow. Phoebe could feel it approaching, the sense of dread, so real that she thought if she reached out she could touch it just as
“‘Twas the night before Christmas And all through the house, Not a creature was stirring…” As you can probably tell, not a whole lot was going on! So yeah, it’s not exactly the Little House on the Prairie but our home sitting squarely on the Nebraskan high plains in a small mid-western township, is if