Cute Girls

*Chapter 9: SPRITES*

Steve had been through a painful and rather messy divorce which had, over the months drained him physically and emotionally, and left a large hole in his finances. Just before meeting the girl who was to become his wife he had started taking sailing lessons and found he had both an aptitude and an increasing passion for it. But the girl hated both the sea and anything that floated on it, and also made quite clear that she didn’t really take to any of his new boating friends. So he had regretfully dropped the idea and got on with their new life together. (more…)

©2006 Randall George

Allison put on the break-up song CD she’d made for a friend of hers — she never thought she’d be the one to use it next — and gathered up the pictures she had removed from photo albums. “Love Stinks” blared from the speakers. She took out a pair of scissors and a paper grocery bag and poured herself a glass of Beaujolais. “Russell, be gone,” she incanted. First she stuck one blade from the scissors into his 8 by 10 glossy that he had given her — of course –

stabbing him in the heart. Then she began slicing the other photographs of him into slivers and depositing them into the paper bag. She swirled the Beaujolais in the glass while Bonnie Raitt sang “You’re No Good.” She found a photo of a sunset in Aruba—she in a black string bikini that matched her long hair, and him in a ragged Metallica T-shirt and cut-off jean shorts looking scruffy as usual. He thought it made him look rugged. Allison cut his head off first, and then sliced vertically through his shorts. A smile settled on her lips for the first time that day. She took a sip out of her wine glass, and held the liquid in her mouth, tasted the fruit and felt it tingle on her tongue. She could sense the elixir warming her throat as she swallowed, and the tension slipping away. Russell posing with a football—He always posed in some athletic tableau as if he were some kind of superstar. In reality he was couch potato. Allison folded the picture into quarters and then cut diagonally. “Cut from the team,” she said out loud, and took another sip of wine. Enthusiastically Ali went through the pile and cut, and then tore the photographs into Kodachrome confetti. Getting near the end, she heard Gloria Gaynor begin to sing triumphantly, “I Will Survive,” when she was roused from her reverie by the telephone. (more…)

“Some of you may have read the first part of this story before. If you had, start reading at the double row of asterisks near the bottom of page 2. ”

Tony’s Version

It was a Saturday night. We had been to a show, got home about 11 PM, and were channel surfing, looking for another hour’s entertainment before going to bed.

“I hadn’t seen that,” Josie – she’d rather be called that than Josephine — said as we through the list of offerings. Zebra Lounge was just starting.

“Neither have I.” I clicked on the remote’s Info button, and learned the movie was about a suburban couple who took a walk on the wild side. (more…)

My name is Ana and I was born and raised in County Donegal, Ireland. I’m 33 now, but I was only 19 when I came to the United States. I wanted more freedom, opportunity, and the chance to be the kind of woman I wanted to be, not just a wife and mother.

I work as a Sales Director for a major hotel chain. My hotel is in Missouri and I have to travel quite often to attend conferences and meetings held by the founder of our chain. They are informative, but boring beyond description.

I love to travel but seeing only the insides of airports, taxicabs, and hotel rooms has become a real stress for me. I love to explore the cities I visit and for the past five years I haven’t had the time to even visit the most popular of tourist sites because of my tight time frames. I am usually in and out of the city within two days. (more…)

It was very early in the morning when they had finished their wild fuck the night before, so nobody stirred in the cabin until the housekeeper knocked on the door at almost 1 pm. Jon staggered to the door and told the maid they didn’t need any service. He returned to bed and lay down for a while to collect his thoughts. The knock and the bright afternoon light had been enough to cause the others to stir and it wasn’t long before all four of them woke up.

Despite a long night’s sleep Sam was still in really bad shape. He was heavily hung over and had a hard time even sitting up in bed. He looked over with a somewhat quizzical look as Vanessa crawled naked out of Jon and Michelle’s bed, but either the meaning of it didn’t register or he was too hung over to care. Vanessa moved over to him and tried to make him more comfortable. She helped him out of his clothes from the previous night and tucked him back into bed. (more…)

“This story picks up at the end of Six Floors Down Ch. 1.”

At work the next day, all I could think about was Megan’s parting words: “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

This 21-year-old girl had given me the two greatest sexual experiences of my 35-year-old life, and now she wanted to blow my mind more? I wasn’t sure there was anything left.

I couldn’t wait. Her blonde hair, arresting blue eyes, full breasts, toned midriff, round ass, soft skin, perfect hands and feet, and infectious sexy-sweet smile, not to mention her open, sensual and sweet personality, filled my every thought. (more…)

At last I was alone. For so long I had wanted to have a vacation in a spot like this with no worries about work or life back home. There were any number of men around, but they all seemed plastic. I mean they were all cast from the same mold and all used the same line. That was bothersome because I had hoped to meet some nice guy and get laid. Sort of blunt, but that’s the truth. I had been here six days and had seen the one I wanted, but he sat across from me at the tiki bar and though we made eye contact, he made no indication that he was interested so I just hoped and waited. Now I was at the point of desperation. (more…)

Winter is usually a very slow season in the construction industry, and this year was even worse than normal. The economy had brought a lot of projects to a slow-down, if not cancelling them altogether. The upside was that it gave me time to spend the holidays visiting friends and family that I hadn’ t seen in a long time, thanks to my ex and her lovely and charming personality.

Knowing that I had a few weeks to kill, I decided to call a cousin that I had only seen once in the last twenty-five years, at our Grandmothers funeral. (more…)