All Aboard

But I’m thinking… ‘Natural Causes’ – in L.A. a drug overdose is classified as ‘natural causes. How does that happen? When something like that.. Crashing out of the white-line highway becomes ”natural’ It must be referring to a person’s corruptible nature. What is the vice that corrupts that nature? Well this city is innovative, pick your pleasure… four million stories in this moral meatgrinder… pick your pleasure…

How does this five feet two, shiny and new graduate become a needy, prosaic, slut. She’s become a toy, used by men for the satisfaction of their needs. She was someone, someone whole, special. Unfortunately she was also a photogenic face and a body to mach. Flawless skin perfectly toned and a playful innocence radiating from her… she got off the train at Union station and leaving the art deco build she saw a procession of palm trees welcoming her. They beckoned her into this pleasure playground of possibilities. But, having only a few years spent in a midwestern college, she was so ill equipped to survive. She was no dimwit, no, had she known what really lay beyond the palms, she never would have left the train.

Pushing The Envelope

A thin shroud of colored leaves covered the walk through the park. Trees lining the path around the reservoir were shedding their autumn foliage. The days would soon turn cold, but Becky’s outlook still held the warm of summer as she waited for Derrick to arrive at their rendezvous.

Mysti Mountain

“I’m serious!” Lilith sat up tossing the light cover aside and stepped out of the bed. Her slim runner’s body stretched silhouetted in front of the large curtained bedroom window.

“I haven’t heard from Mysti since her email last week.”

“I’m sure it’s nothin, Lil,” George turned to face her, watching her. She still held the afterglow of their exhaustive passion. Her blonde curls tussled as she perched herself on his leather chair. “It’s probably a problem with their lines up there. You know the Internet connection’s not the best in those mountains.”

“I know, but still… it’s been a whole week.” She pulled her knees up to her chin. Whenever she felt worried she would try to make herself small, as though she could curl up and disappear.

“Come back to bed Lil, well go up and see her.”

He pulled back the covers and she slipped in beside him. His warmth reassured her. She could feel the reaction she had on him as his erection probed her as he pulled her towards him.

Outside the window soft snowflakes fell, a glanceing blow of the most recent storm rolling down from the mountains just west of them. The mountains where Mysti worked as a nurse to an elderly widow at a large lakehouse on the shore of a secluded body of water frozen over since mid-october .

Mysti had emailed her sister a week ago. She was going to leave her current assignment. She was temporarily working with another nurse providing round the clock care for a spinster who was becomming more demanding and draining. It was a short-term hospice assignment that was expected to end last spring but stretched itself through a chilly summer and on into a turbulent early winter.

Just Checking In

It’s 2020, and there’s something about that sequence of numbers that empowers me to focus on all things ‘vison’. Setting long term goals, intermediate targets and short term tasks.

I had this vision once of this Italian beauty sipping an espresso at a sidewalk Cafe table. I had just arrived in town and was interested in taking in some of the local color before my appointment.

‘Ecuse me miss I’m this seat taking pretty,” I smiled mangling the Italian language and hoping that I presented the image of a local.

“You must be English,” she replied in a lovely accented english.

“I was hoping it wouldn’t be that obvious. I’m American, from New York. May I join you?” I asked dropping my pretense.

“Please do Mr American.”

“Thank you, it’s George, George Strange,” I said hoping that my notoriously charming smile would work internationally.

“A pleasure to meet you Mr Strange,” I couldn’t help noticing that when she annunciated ‘you’, her lush red lips looked like they were blowing me a kiss. “I’m Elania.”

Hmm, Elania. I let that sink in along with that smile of hers. The body of senior Mastrano was still warm slumped over his desk, the two exit wounds barely noticeable through that wool suitcoat he had on. He used to have an enigmatic smile too.

A Quantum of Someting

I was just reading Ian Fleming’s “Octopussy and Other Short Stories”. Particularly I was enjoying the short story “Quantum of Solace”. I was really taken with the format.

The story is a tale narrated by the governor of Nassau to James Bond after they had both retired from an evening’s dinner party.

I though that it might be a good format for telling a story… a story about a characters, a senior police inspector with certain ‘proclivities’ and an unsuspecting young female officer who shall suddenly find herself wanting to be a participant in these activities.

I returned to the car with two fresh coffees. I gave one to the young patrol officer I selected to sit with me for this stake out. She was a rather attractive brunette from the precinct near the park. We were in our car in the park watching the western approach to the historical museum, with lieutenant Cromwell and his partner sitting in a car on third avenue watching the east side.

 Officer Robin Capri was the first name at the top of my list for this assignment. She has a perfect heart shaped ass and a healthy chest. Her flowing mane of black hair frame her sharp Italian features.

 “Do you have an idea how long we’ll be watching out here?” She asked me as I handed her a coffee.

 “We’ll be here all night if need be. Sargent Taylor’s shift will take over from us at five am. Though I’m expecting that if there is going to be another heist it will happen well before then.”

 “If you don’t mind me asking sir, why did you request me for this assignment?”

 “I need somebody young with a good knowledge of the layout of the park and someone who has good eyes. Your captain recommend you.”

As she sipped her coffee, I watched those eyes if hers. They are large and moist with the light of a full moon reflecting in them. Then I lowered my eyes to those lips of hers. I imagined them wrapped around my throbbing erection. I think that officer Capri will be perfect my other special assignment.

 

Dust in the Wind

Its been a long time away from the desk. A rough-hewn path gets overgrown and the next thing you know, you’re stuck in the thickets and thistles. Well its about time to blow some of the dust off around here and get those sleeves rolled up and see what other clichés can let loose around here.

Week 35 in #Limericks – #Chinese #TakeOut

#MondayMotivation Week 35 Status Update

So, I’m still churning out Limericks. Now a Third volume, aptly named Naughty Boy’s Book of Limericks Volume 3 has been released at Smashwords. I’ve finally finished reading Clive Cussler’s novel Serpent. This is the first of the NUMA novels with Kurt Austin and Joe Zavala. I enjoyed it and it makes me want to step back further in Mr Cusslers writing life, and read The Mediterranean Caper to see and example of his earlier writing.

I find it interesting to see how an author develops over time. I know that at my extremely primitive stage of creative writing that here will be quite the learning curve. When I read authors like Stephen King and Clive Cussler I’m usually reading current novels where these authors are well honed in their writing skills.

But right now I’m reading my way through The Best American Mystery Stories (2014 edition). I’m interested in cutting my teeth on some erotic short fiction pieces focusing on the mystery genre. I’m hoping to have an vignette ready in a couple of days and I’m sure to post it here first.

In the meantime… checkout the fresh verses… #PunAlert

Week 34 in #Limericks – #sexy #minidress

Week 33 in #Limericks – #Cleavage