Archive | 13.06.2009
- Ritualistic Design
"Is he awake?"
The voice seemed so distant as though he and the soft feminine voice drifting through his rousing consciousness were playing a game of telephone with tin cans and string. His eyelids were still heavy, his vision still cloudy and he felt slightly nauseous. Vague remembrances of the night before scratched at his brain as he swam through thick pillow waves in the ocean of sleepiness enveloping him.
"Yea, I think so. His eyes were moving."
The second voice was warm and thick like ... more
- The Dancing Diva
The silver sphere spun beneath the high, vaulted ceiling, casting a splintered rainbow of flashing lights over the men seated at the small tables, the cocktail waitresses in their abbreviated costumes, the small, elevated stage upon which the topless dancers pranced, and over the curves of Daphne's swelling breasts, rounded hips, sleek, firm buttocks, and long, tapering legs.
Daphne loved to dance. More to the point, she loved to be the center of attention, and nothing focused men's interest as ... more