For years I used to visit Shar and Ger until it was stopped being updated several years ago. There was one story by “Arg” that was my favourite. For several years I have been plucking up the courage to re-write it with more of a drunken wetting and smoking angle, but using the original story as the base for it.
Clicking on the link below just takes you to the entry screen, but I thought it wise to reference the source of the story. I have changed the characters names and a removed vast amount of the stuff that I didn’t like or were not really suitable!
http://members.easyshag.com/femalede...ion/arg01.html
Feedback is always appreciated, but never demanded.
Baz
Jane and Sue
Martin blew a kiss and shut the door and jogged off to the waiting taxi dragging his suitcase behind him on yet another foreign business trip. It had been two in the last two months. Jane waved him off and leaned forward in her 1930’s bay window pulling the net curtains aside watched and waited for the taxi to get to the end of the road, the orange indicators flashing for turning left, as the black fumes of the diesel taxi poured out of the exhaust as it accelerated from the junction from their cul-de-sac, Jane released the curtain, then fussed and straightened it, turned on her heels and headed into the kitchen.
Jane got the wine out of the fridge and twisted the top end poured a generous large glass of wine. Picked it up and sipped it, and licked her lips. She looked up and stretched and opened the cupboard and groaned as on tip toes and moved the large bolognaise jar in the far right hand corner of the cupboard slightly to the right and using her manicured fingernails grabbed her pack of Marlboro Lights. Triumphantly she brought the back down and placed it on her centre island. She had fought Martin for years to get her modern kitchen with centre island and bi-fold doors in to the large garden.
She rummaged around in Martins “man draw” of rubbish, the kitchen was only a couple of years old, and the draw was already a mess, eventually she found the old gas stove lighter. He had tried to throw it out once the new kitchen stove was put in with the electric lighting function, but Jane managed to keep hold of to it just ‘in case’. These were certainly the ’in case moments.’
With the cigarette perched between her lips she bent down, opened the cupboard beside the sink and moved the 1kg bag of rice out of the way and extracted her grandfather’s old crystal glass ashtray and placed it on the kitchen table.
She then gently jogged around the table and opened up and separated the bi-fold doors, they were installed at great expense to enable in ‘inside outside and vice versa’ or a “bloody big draft” as Martin suggests, but every single house doer upper programme on television explains the benefits. The windows looked out on to a patio, and then the sun loungers a little further out in middle. Martin has to drag them around when he cuts the grass. She then relaxed into her designer kitchen chairs as the noise of birds tweeting in the garden competed with the roar of main road a couple of blocks away, she picked up the stove lighter and managed to get her cigarette alight and her cheeks collapsed around the cigarette as she inhaled on her first cigarette in a fortnight.
Her shoulders relaxed as she exhaled the cone out through the open doors, she subconsciously wafted with her spare hand the exhale and then smiled as it dissipated in the gentle early morning breeze coming through the open door. She then shuffled up in her chair, had a gulp of wine and picked up her phone and messaged Sue.
‘Hey Sue, as its maybe a hot and sunny day, do u fancy a spot of lunch in the garden? xJx’
After hitting send she placed the phone back on the table and then smiled and focused on enjoying and drawing again on her cigarette.
Clicking on the link below just takes you to the entry screen, but I thought it wise to reference the source of the story. I have changed the characters names and a removed vast amount of the stuff that I didn’t like or were not really suitable!
http://members.easyshag.com/femalede...ion/arg01.html
Feedback is always appreciated, but never demanded.
Baz
Jane and Sue
Martin blew a kiss and shut the door and jogged off to the waiting taxi dragging his suitcase behind him on yet another foreign business trip. It had been two in the last two months. Jane waved him off and leaned forward in her 1930’s bay window pulling the net curtains aside watched and waited for the taxi to get to the end of the road, the orange indicators flashing for turning left, as the black fumes of the diesel taxi poured out of the exhaust as it accelerated from the junction from their cul-de-sac, Jane released the curtain, then fussed and straightened it, turned on her heels and headed into the kitchen.
Jane got the wine out of the fridge and twisted the top end poured a generous large glass of wine. Picked it up and sipped it, and licked her lips. She looked up and stretched and opened the cupboard and groaned as on tip toes and moved the large bolognaise jar in the far right hand corner of the cupboard slightly to the right and using her manicured fingernails grabbed her pack of Marlboro Lights. Triumphantly she brought the back down and placed it on her centre island. She had fought Martin for years to get her modern kitchen with centre island and bi-fold doors in to the large garden.
She rummaged around in Martins “man draw” of rubbish, the kitchen was only a couple of years old, and the draw was already a mess, eventually she found the old gas stove lighter. He had tried to throw it out once the new kitchen stove was put in with the electric lighting function, but Jane managed to keep hold of to it just ‘in case’. These were certainly the ’in case moments.’
With the cigarette perched between her lips she bent down, opened the cupboard beside the sink and moved the 1kg bag of rice out of the way and extracted her grandfather’s old crystal glass ashtray and placed it on the kitchen table.
She then gently jogged around the table and opened up and separated the bi-fold doors, they were installed at great expense to enable in ‘inside outside and vice versa’ or a “bloody big draft” as Martin suggests, but every single house doer upper programme on television explains the benefits. The windows looked out on to a patio, and then the sun loungers a little further out in middle. Martin has to drag them around when he cuts the grass. She then relaxed into her designer kitchen chairs as the noise of birds tweeting in the garden competed with the roar of main road a couple of blocks away, she picked up the stove lighter and managed to get her cigarette alight and her cheeks collapsed around the cigarette as she inhaled on her first cigarette in a fortnight.
Her shoulders relaxed as she exhaled the cone out through the open doors, she subconsciously wafted with her spare hand the exhale and then smiled as it dissipated in the gentle early morning breeze coming through the open door. She then shuffled up in her chair, had a gulp of wine and picked up her phone and messaged Sue.
‘Hey Sue, as its maybe a hot and sunny day, do u fancy a spot of lunch in the garden? xJx’
After hitting send she placed the phone back on the table and then smiled and focused on enjoying and drawing again on her cigarette.
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