The pinner

Some like chocolate, some fancy vanilla.  Some girls like big, strong men, others like the lean, trim gentlemen.  You say tomAto, I say tomOto!  Lexie liked them lean, mean, compact and trim.  There was no need for a big meaty man, she did not want to feel like a skyscraper was laying on top of her, stifling her breathing.  She wanted agility like a fox.  In other words, she liked pinners.  Some may look down upon the pinner.  Some girls think that a pinner by nature, makes them feel bigger and girls generally want to feel small.  Others appreciate the lithe, fashionable pinner.  Nevertheless, Lexie was a pinner magnet, they came from all directions.  During her tropical vacation, she was faced with an adorable pinner that soon became an admirer right back.  Through hours of drinks, socializing and dancing, she became velcroed to the pinner on the dance floor.  They grooved, gyrated and swayed to the beats, as the pinner contemplated how much he wanted to kiss her.  This steamy session with the pinner was all too innocent, as it ended before it ever began.  The lesson learned is, don't underestimate the pinner.  They have moves, they have passion, they have enough to get things steamy while maintaining their ability to be sweet and adorable.  Next time you go out for a meat stick, consider a little pinner fox instead.

Cater Waiter and the Workbench

Leila was a free spirit.  She did what she felt, and did who she felt.  She loved to party and meet new people and was certainly up for anything.  Luckily Leila is well connected and gets invited to fabulous parties and events, which she always enjoys.  Last year she was frolicking at the annual catered party and noticed the handsome waiter who ensured her champagne glass was always full.  She loved that.  Easily distracted, she forgot him.  That evening kept her busy and she never thought of her cater waiter again.  Until the next year that is.....when she arrived at the garden party dressed to kill and sauntering around the party with her champagne glass once again.  She spotted the hot cater waiter, who never lets her glass become empty.  She liked all of this attention, she liked even better that he was a man who can tend to her needs.  As the night wore on, so did the champagne which led her to a relaxing spot near the fireplace.  Finally, the cater waiter finds her, and sits down, with a bottle of bubbly in hand.  He tells her that he can afford to take a break to sit with a lovely lady.  They consume the fizzy juice, and she soon has her legs on his lap, and they are canoodling by the fire as if no one else is around.  After the bottle is dry, he takes her hand and leads her to the front of the house because the heat was becoming too much between the two of them.  They realize that they can get into the garage.  Finally a little privacy, they think, and enter to find a workbench just waiting there in the moonlit garage.  Before she knows it, Leila is on the workbench, dress pulled up and making the most of this newly found prop.  What a party, she thinks, and suddenly has a new admirer, Mr Cater Waiter.  Who said that mixing the service industry and construction was a bad thing?

The witching hour

Some say that strange things happen during a full moon.  Yet, no one had warned us about the witching hour.  Ally was staying in a hotel where she was attending a convention of Star Trek followers.  Her good friend, Glenda, joined her for a little fun amongst the Trekkies.  Needless to say Ally had too many cocktails and at a certain point had to leave the bar as the pictures on the walls seemed to be moving...she knew she had reached her limit!  (she later found out that the pictures actually do move) Ally got out of Dodge fast and headed back to her hotel before she could do any damage. She was a good girl!  No drama.  She was feeling proud of herself.  When she awoke the next morning, she found that her phone had 10 missed calls from Glenda between 3 and 4 in the morning. This could not be good. Her mind raced with stories. She listened to her voicemails and Glenda was frantic...telling Ally to call her urgently and that she needed her help. Ally immediately calls Glenda back to hear about the drama she missed. So, this is what had happened:  Apparently another friend of theirs (Lets call him Charlie) had gotten a little too intoxicated that night and Glenda tried to take care of him and brought him back to her hotel room to sleep it off.  Glenda had the very best of intentions.  Unfortunately, this boy, Charlie, had something else on his mind and proceeded to very quickly get NAKED. He just stripped down right then and there!  Glenda freaked out and yelled at him to leave and locked herself in the bathroom.  She heard the hotel room door shut and when she peeked out, it appeared the coast was clear. But when she came out of the bathroom, she realized Charlie had left without she found his clothes (his pants and shirt) were still on the floor.  This drunk boy had left her room NAKED NAKED NAKED!!  She searched the hallways for him but could not find him.  So, Ally decides to call the front desk and asked if they had had any "incidents" the night before. She explains innocently that she was getting ice and saw a naked man walking around the halls.  She thought this would get a huge reaction from the hotel management,"oh my gosh!  I am so sorry!" or "yes, we had a man arrested for indecent exposure" but what she got instead was, "Ah, yes, this happens quite frequently"  Um, WTF!!! Ally could not believe her ears.  The receptionist proceeds to ask "May I ask you what time you saw the man?" and Ally says that she spotted him between 3 and 4 am.  He responds "Ah, yes, that is the witching hour"  So, the moral of this story is: 1) don't help out drunk horny men 2) do not walk around hotels during the witching hour as you may encounter naked sleepwalkers.  The End. ps--Charlie somehow caught a cab with his blazer, boxers and shoes (no socks) back to his hotel...he is now known as "TheStreaker"