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Monday, November 26, 2012

Story Orgy Christmas Stories #1 Part 1




Happy Monday everyone. We are back with a new theme... Yes, Christmas
(see the logo? It's the Christmas logo)





A few announcements before we begin:

First, Tour dates:


Breathless Press has set up a blog tour that includes Em Woods and Lee Brazil for this week.



















       November 26: The Menagerie Authors.

November 27: Reviews by Molly


November 29: Wickedly Wanton Tales

November 30: Wickedly Sexy Writers.


 
Another tour, still from Breathless Press, this time with Havan Fellows, Hank Edwards, and Lee Brazil for the Freaky Flashes Anthology.
 
 


November 26: The Divas of Desire

November 26: Reviews by Molly.



November 28: SnifferWalk.


November 30: My Reading Obsession.
November 30: Tamaria Soana.


 
Em Woods has a release on December 3rd, A Christmas Carol, and you can
pre-order it at total-e-bound.

 

And of course, let’s not forget about the Road Trip Anthology. You can find



Pheww… Lot of things to say, but it’s good stuff, right?
Okay, here’s the beginning of the story that will last for two weeks (including this one).
The prompt was given to me by CB: Stranger, lost luggage, airport.
I hope you’ll enjoy it.


 

(Untitled for now)
Part 1

copyright © 2012 Jade F. Baiser

 
 
 
 
 
Anton looked at his watch impatiently. He felt that they’d waited in line on that plane for hours. For Christ’s sake, how long did it take to disembark? That's why he hated to travel so far to attend a meeting. If the client wasn't so important, he would have never made ​​the trip to New-York. He hated the weather, he hated the New-Yorkers, and he hated the pollution. And most of all, he hated this particular client; he was arrogant, self-centered, and he expected everyone to be at his beck and call. Not to mention that he thought he was irresistible and always tried to flirt with Anton and get him into bed. The jerk didn’t want to accept that Anton wouldn’t have him, even if he was the last man on earth. Being gay didn’t mean that Anton would fuck just anybody.
Five minutes to three. If this unboarding lasted much longer, he would never be on time for his appointment. And then, he would never stop hearing about it. Sighing, he realized with relief that people were finally beginning to move towards the aircraft's exit. When he finally reached the corridor that led down to the airport, he quickened his pace to retrieve his luggage. Another thing he hated; being forced to spend the night here, far away from home, on Christmas’ Eve, even if he didn’t have anybody to spend it with. He was an only child and his parents passed away a few years before in a car accident. The only family he had now was an aunt, and he really didn’t get along with her. So they just ignored each other. As far as he was concern, he had no family left. Anyway, the client requested he attend a dinner with his shareholders, and his boss had agreed.
He looked for his little black bag on the treadmill, but didn't see it. He began to panic when everyone had recovered their luggage and his still didn't appear. He groaned inwardly. It wasn't so much that his suitcase’s contents had any value; everything he needed for the meeting was in his briefcase, but it meant that he would be even more delayed, and he couldn't afford it. He picked up his phone and called his assistant on the east coast, explained him what happened, and asked him to take care of it. His room was already booked, courtesy of his boss—the least he could do, considering he agreed to Anton spending the night without even asking—. As for tonight, well he always slept naked and the hotel would supply the immediate necessities. The only things he absolutely needed to purchase would be a suit for tomorrow. He knew he could find that in the hotel’s clothing store.
That problem resolved, for now anyway, he turned around and headed towards the airport's exit to find himself staring down into intense blue eyes. He froze and allowed himself for a second to be overwhelmed by all sorts of sensations that this piercing gaze brought through his body. He couldn’t see anything except those eyes; he was so focused on them that the rest of the man’s features were blurry. A million thoughts crossed his mind as he stared, none of them suitable in an airport. It’s been a long time since Anton was so enthralled by the sight of a simple pair of eyes, and he wanted nothing more than to stay here and talk to their owner. Unfortunately, he really had no time to indulge himself by doing so. He mentally cursed his client who forced him to let go of this man, when he wanted desperately to learn more about him. He took another second to stare at the stranger’s eyes facing him, and then he reluctantly tore his gaze from the other man. After giving a small nod and grin to let him know that he appreciated the sight, he resumed his walk toward the exit without looking back.
 
To be continued

 
 
I think that you are more than ready to read what the rest
of the Story Orgy Group have in store for you... Just click
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