Sheryl brought the cigarette up to her lips and inhaled deeply, as her mind raced and formulated plan. She had a newfound talent, and she wasn’t about to let it go to waste. She really didn’t know why or how she could do the things she could, she could only surmise that her new power was God-given. And if God graced her with such a gift, she was certainly going to put it to good use. Read more…
Irena, a prima ballerina in the Bolshoi Moscow State ballet had just come off stage and was returning to her dressing room. While moving backstage, she glanced up and in the corridor was the journalist from the New York Times. He had been pursuing Irena for some time trying to obtain a one on one interview. He had evaded the intervention of the authorities so far and had not given up hope. Irena never seemed to have much in the way of protection and always seemed to travel alone to and from the ballet. She had been careful up to now and had given the journalist the slip. Read more…
“This guy has the hottest club act in town right now,” said Amy, “and
you owe me a night out. I choose this.” She stuck out her tongue playfully.
“But come on, a hypnotist?” Mike said. “I mean, that’s like worse than a
lounge singer.”
“He’s supposed to be different.” Amy turned to the mirror and started
applying her makeup. “Carmela said he was hilarious, and it got Juan so
hot they were barely able to get home before he was all over her…” Read more…
The massive, ultramodern, upscale auditorium was jam-packed to the nose bleed seats and standing room only for the premier of what would hopefully be the premier play, “Idyllic Intrigues and Odylic Odysseys”. In the front row sat two distinguished gentlemen who knew not each other. Unbeknownst to each other, these fine fellows were fellow travelers on the seductively sensual safari of fascination with femininity’s forcefulness. Neither did either of them possess the minutest droplet of knowledge of how similar and yet dissimilar were these subbies uniquely individualized relationships with the one and only hypnotizingly hedonistic Mistress Shangri-SZelda. Read more…
Ted had just finished a long day. Once again he was sitting in traffic. Man, how he hated sitting in traffic. Not that he had much to do when he got home since he was living alone again. It wasn’t because he was not good looking. At 6’4″ and with a somewhat athletic build for his 36 years, he didn’t look bad. It just seemed that he couldn’t get along with women for longer than a few months. Damn why did Julie have to move out so soon. He was just getting used to having sex regularly again. With that thought, Ted could feel the familiar aching in his loins. Damn how he hated traffic. Read more…
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