Amateur Dramatics, so thats what his favourite clerk at the bank he had just started at got up to in her spare time. More than that, when he showed an interest she had given him the synopsis of the storyline of a play that her and her “Thespians of Venus” Theatre group had written and were going to perform. They were all women, they needed a man. Read more…
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- May 20th, 2013
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They had been friends for a short time him and her. They had a shared interest in Film Noir. She loved the plots, the background music and the hidden air of foreboding. He loved the immaculately clad elegant ladies. He continued to find them calming yet somehow endearingly sinister. But what he most loved were films of powerful women subduing men–especially through sleep induction and hypnosis.
One night he confessed this to her. She said that there may be something of interest to him at her friends house. That’s where they were now, a huge rambling building full of dark little rooms. The biggest one was near the front. In this room was a huge collection of DVD’s. “My friend made all these from archive footage that most people have never seen” she said searching one out. “Sit for a moment, I think you’ll enjoy this” He sat on a large couch with silver satin cushions at each end. He felt a little tired and yawned, she smiled and said “Careful now, you don’t want this to put you to sleep do you?” she said sliding a video into the DVD player and then sitting beside him as it began. Read more…
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He hated her ever since college. He first saw this looker at the reunion as she made her grand entrance entrancing him with every step she made crushing his heart in her wake. It was like being imprisoned in an unbreakable infinite loop of reliving his most painfully humiliating moments all at her damnably still perfectly manicured hands. He’d hoped all his deep feelings only for her alone had been crucified and slain and entombed everlastingly by his career successes and financial rewards. With nothing save her infernal appearance at the event, this voluptuous, [and probably still as vicious] vampiric virago of a sirenic she devil had cast her witcheries on him again. Simply his glimpses of her attractiveness as this sex goddess-looking, Junoesque social butterfly started flitting about the banquet hall like the high arch-queen bee of the May were enough. And all he did from time to time was crane his neck and perk up his ears to pick out her unmistakably sensuous voice as she chatted up to ecstasies those lucky people she wanted to be with. Even for the most infinitesimally minuscule instant in timelessness why couldn’t her eternal lovebird brainwashed by her beauty be one of this lusciously lovely, leggy leviathan of a dragon lady’s favourites? Consciously knowing he was so close and yet so far from his treasured torturer was All it took to ensure all those conflicting thoughts, emotions, and desires ruthless resurrection to immortality with a vengeance. Read more…
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He was exhausted from so much walking, the tourist center people had taken his details and booked him into a little guest house.
He was a little worried because he had stayed at guest houses before in England and found those who offered “A peaceful stay in our family home” to be utter control freaks, wanting to know everything about their “Guest” (Really victim) and acting like the person filling their pockets by paying for this “Nosey parker” torture,
probably undeclared as taxable income-was some kind of alien. The images from the British comedy “League of Gentleman” of the “Local Shop” proprietress came to mind “Don’t touch the pretty things” when the “Pretty things” in question were usually bought cheaply from some dreadful second hand store. The woodworm ridden “Tastefully polished teak desk” was probably some worm ravaged veneered pinewood nightmare bought from some dump with a name like “Reminisces” for five English pounds. Read more…
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- May 20th, 2013
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She had never mentioned it to him before, but his girlfriend cum fiancée started seriously criticising his hairstyle–or rather his hair’s lack of style. Until recently, whenever he wanted it cut, he went to a dull male barber who shore his locks into bristles. “I could sweep yards with your head” she started saying “I want you, nooo, neeed you to be a bit more stylish or I’ll need to think about things. I never wanted a knuckleheaded lug for a boyfriend.”
For a while, he didn’t dare cut it. In the meantime, she regularly had her hair styled, more than before in fact. And there was a strange dreaminess about her when she got back from her mammoth sessions at her salon. though her hair was lovely, did it really need 5 hours to get into that state of loveliness? Read more…
