“Are you ready?” Two female voices answered from the other room, “Yes!” Laughter ensued. His bare chest muscles rippled as he pulled the comb through his hair. “You’re hot,” Gray whispered to the man with salt and pepper hair and goatee in the mirror. He mockingly kissed each forearm before returning the comb to the bathroom drawer. He had black …
I lay in bed, hovering towards the beyond that would be sleep and am already seeing the vision of her. The darkness outside is pierced by the Moon reflecting her light off the unspoiled snow. The snow glows, showing off her curves. The first curve is the nape of her neck that I want to dine on as the appetizer. …
A bell rang over the door as she entered. The fluorescent lights showed baby blue walls covered in sample boards over a dark carpet. The windows were blocked from the street by long blinds from the twelve foot ceiling to the floor. The reception desk had a teal face. The counter on the desk was done in a red solid …
Time for an aside on my stories again. I know, I know, you would all rather simply read about gorgeous people having gratuitous sex than me explaining some of what is going on. Sucks to be you. In the space of a few days I ended Cliff’s Turn About series…well, by ended I mean pushed it to where I saw …
“You are gorgeous.” Gray stared at himself in the mirror as he adjusted his red tie and resting it over his white shirt. Finally buttoning up his black vest and suit jacket, he did a quick spin and ended with a Fonzian thumbs up. “This won’t be on long.” He kissed his hand and blew it at the mirror. He …
“Welcome to Sydney.” The humidity hit Gray like a brick wall as he left the plane onto the walkway. He had his tiny backpack over one shoulder. His red parka was hung over his right arm. A black tee shirt showed off his muscles and he was certain the blonde milf behind him was checking out his tight blue jeaned …
“Babe! Another beer!” he yelled to the bartender. Barb watched him shovel roast beef into his mouth. She hesitated to interrupt him, but asked, “You live near here?” Gravy dripped from his dark bushy mustache. “Oh yeah, this is my regular hang out. I just walk out that door and stumble up to my apartment.” “Oh, so really close.” “That’s …
The reporter scratched his head. “You answered a question I hadn’t asked yet.” Clair leaned forward and propped her head up on her fists, elbows on the desk. “What’s that?” He gestured at the room again. “How you started this. Rather expensive endeavor, all things considered.” Clair glanced up at the awards on the walls behind him. “The original idea, …