The Hand As I open the apartment door half standing in the corridor and half in the apartment I am taken by your beauty from across the room seeing you stand in front of the floor to ceiling window looking out of our twelfth floor apartment into busy Manila city with what appears to be your favorite cup of coffee. Standing for what seems to be an eternity, reality defines it as just moments, slowly in a trance like state, quietly, methodically, walking towards your beautiful feminine figure, my eyes scouring your silk like black straight hair, you sense my movement and presence with a Baca lagi
Is this Lunch âŠ
Is this Lunch ⊠As I walk down this sun beaten street on the hot monsoonal day, shoulder to should with people looking for somewhere to satiate a hunger, confused by vast selection, eatery after eatery thinking to myself âcould this be any more difficultâ looking at the variety of food available. I bite the bullet and enter into a small welcoming cafĂ©, pull out a stool and sit. I quickly pull out my phone and open the translator app and speak into it looking to play it back to the waitress. Looking around I see a black shoulder length haired figured female with her back to me, her Baca lagi
Long Flight
Long flight Awaking from a pill induced slumber, thinking to myself fuck I hate long flights, 17hrs, mouth feeling dry, parched. Just in time I see the air hostess in her demur provocative uniform clinking along with the drinks trolley. I look to my flight neighbor give a silly grin and utter âjust in time.â Sir ? Bourbon dry thanks and hand her my credit card, she swipes it with professional precision, leaning back in my seat now reclined at its maximum with the brat c***d behind that canât sit still. Still feeling irritated and drowsy from long sleep, I sip on my cool drink and think, ab Baca lagi
Is it a Rose of Destiny
AS I lie here feeling shit about the last fight we had, not to mention the one before that. I canât help being distracted by the erotic sounds of thunder outside. The rain is now heavy and intense, reminds me the way I feel when I am near you. Itâs hard to breathe, my heart skips time your smile makes me week, adrenaline pumping through my veins just to stand close to you and inhale that emotionally toxic scent exuding from your hair. Lean forward my chest against your back, you shrug your shoulders to push me away⊠the rain running down our faces, warm breathe in the cold air I sand qu Baca lagi
Monday Blues
As dawn broke I got out of my car in the car park, thinking of nothing in particular. As I walked to the underground elevator, I quickly look back at my joy and lock the doors with the familiar beep and flash of lights. Pulled my over coat closed as a breeze of bisque morning coolness blew through the car park. Arriving at the elevator, the quiet air of silence that only early morning offers. Still waiting...finally the audible bell as the doors open, still moving in a robotic manner as every other day nothing new nothing special just Monday blues. Positioned towards the back of the elev Baca lagi
Monday Blues (Story)
Monday Blues Erotica As dawn broke I got out of my car in the car park, thinking of nothing in particular. As I walked to the underground elevator, I quickly look back at my joy and lock the doors with the familiar beep and flash of lights. Pulled my over coat closed as a breeze of bisque morning coolness blew through the car park. Arriving at the elevator, the quiet air of silence that only early morning offers. Still waiting...finally the audible bell as the doors open, still moving in a robotic manner as every other day nothing new nothing special just Monday blues. Positioned towards Baca lagi
Business Meeting (Story)
Business Meeting Erotica Packing for a business trip in a mad rush was never my forte`. It was a last minute business decision. While packing I made a quick call for a cab, jumped on line booked a flight destination, Darwin from Melbourne three hour flight. Bugger theyâre always boring flights. So I jump in the cab and make my way to the airport, time is starting to get away from me, canât be late I think to my self , just canât be late. Finally we pull up at the departure terminal hurriedly paying the fare, grabbing my bags, rushing madly to the sliding door I look back to the cab and BA Baca lagi