Category: Exhibitionist

Frank opened the door and looked around his new hotel room. It was clean and modern, smooth grey walls with inset LED lighting and a floor-length window on the far wall. Pretty slick. He had just arrived in Las Vegas for the week, on the job. The event he toured with was loading-in to the small stage at the SLS […]

Joel sat on a barstool at what used to be his local pub cradling a half-filled glass of single malt in his hand. He fancied himself as a bit of a connoisseur of Whiskey and it felt good although a little strange to be back in the place that held many happy memories.

My wife, partner and lover of many years was standing there proudly, wearing her newest, sleeveless, denim dress that buttons down the front from her neck to her knees. The dress has a single front pocket on its bodice. The armholes are a tad on the large side, and I can just make out a hint of side boob.

My wife, Dee and I met later in our lives after our kids were grown and as we got to know each other, we discovered so much about ourselves and our similarities.

“Where did you get him?” the dapper woman in the hotel lobby asked as she placed her hand in the center of my chest and then slowly slid her hand down across my abdomen. “At a slave auction in Seattle,” my girlfriend replied, “I wasn’t planning on making any purchases that day, but once they marched him out on stage, […]

A slim woman strode down the beach with an elegantly athletic gait. Twelve hours earlier she’d disembarked the Range Rover from the ferry. The ship was loaded to its gunwales with residents and tourists, the car equally heavily loaded (with luggage for a month and one overly keen Labrador).

We were in a small clearing in the forest, pausing on our walk to enjoy the quiet and the solitude. I thought it would be a good place for Claire and I to play our favorite game. “I dare you,” I said. “You first,” she answered with a smile.

The office is bustling with workplace commotion as you sit in your cubicle. Behind the wall, people are chatting about and discussing their daily monotony. Normally, you would be doing the same, pretending to care about your job. But today, you are a bit distracted.

He walks into the bar one warm summer evening. He stops at the door as his eyes adjust from the bright summer sun to the dimmed mood lighting in the bar. To the left he sees people enjoying themselves at the booths, but his gaze was quickly absorbed by the woman sitting at the bar.

Mrs Ellroy would be out of the house more and more, tending to a cutlery business bequeathed to her by an uncle in Sheffield.