Raven W. Night

The private party approaches

admin — Mon, 11 Jan 2010 08:11:14 +0000

It’s amazing what an average girl will do for money. Girls will do lots of things that most men would never even consider doing as long as things remain secret. Ergo, our private parties. I came up with an idea to make more money outside of the internet based money for our company. I asked normal models (mostly import models, car show girls, and gogo dancers) if they would take their clothes off and give gentlemen lap dances for money, as long as the parties were private and nobody could find out about it. I figured most of the girls would simply flash me over a look of disgust and maybe I would receive a slap or two across the face. No such luck. These girls didn’t even hesitate. The answers were all the same. A resounding, “YES!”

Girls will do some devious things for money, but I was all for it. Our first couple of private parties were small. Only about ten gentlemen and about four models. It’s amazing how much a normal man will spend on lap dances and booze. Each girl made about four hundred dollars for about five hours of work. Not bad for just a couple of topless and nude dances, but now we are moving up to the big leagues, so to say. We have a club owner helping us out now. We are closing the club in the afternoon. I am bringing in seven girls and about thirty gentlemen this time and the estimated take for each girl will be closer to one thousand dollars. Pretty good for five hours of work.

I was stressed in the beginning because I didn’t have enough girls, but I called up a couple of Vegas girls and they came through in a pinch. These girls are pretty big name models in the import and glamour modeling industry, but of course nobody knows what they really do behind closed doors. The party is in a week, so of course a lot of things can still go wrong. I will keep everyone updated.

Failure is only the beginning

admin — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 12:15:56 +0000

Failure

When first you fail, try again. The second time you fail, remember that nothing comes easy. The third time you fail, remember that not all dreams are possible. When the fourth time hits, it’s time to find the Lord. After the fifth, put down the knife. The sixth time, try and find the Lord again and then after nobody answers put down the knife again. At seven failures, load the gun but don’t use it. Hope is in the possibility, not the resolution. When the clock of misery strikes eight, place one bullet in the revolver and spin it. Pull once on the trigger. If nothing happens, continue on with your dreams.

The ninth is the hardest, optimism being scarce. Place three bullets in the revolver and spin it. Your life comes down to a coin flip; heads or tails. If you live, your journey has been long and your dreams are not yet over. When the tenth failure comes, and it will come, give faith one last kiss goodbye because only success will come from the eleventh try. Do not fail this one, my friend. Make sure the knife is…Read entire story

My Beloved

admin — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 12:10:26 +0000

My Beloved

When I was younger the world seemed unimaginable. It was so large and I was so full of wonder. As I got older the world began to shrink, as well, did my wonder.

“Another day has past like the one before. Another day has past with hope no more.”

I used to always say that when I was depressed. I was depressed quit often. The world seemed to be closing in on me and I found myself struggling with regret. There was so much that I wanted to do. I had not experienced enough. And now it was too late. I sit her now in my home all alone. I’m a withered old man waiting around to die. It should be any day now. The tumor has taken its toll and the doctors have allowed me to go home for the final stretch of my existence. Some times my beloved stops by to say hello, but it has been awhile since her last visit. She has been with me since my early youth. We have shared almost a better part of a lifetime together. And now that I’m dying, she’s not even here for me. It’s my own fault. I was always the guy who wanted everything, but I could never quit get enough. I could never fully satiate my desires. I used to often look at my beloved with resentment. She kept me from doing so many things that I wanted to do. I used to find myself regretting almost every moment we were together. I could have been with a different woman. I could have lived a different life. A could have been happier. I call it the “what if” clause. You find yourself living a different, happier life then the one you already have. Of course, this “what if” clause only arises when you’re having doubts in your present life. And my life has been full of doubts. I can honestly say that my entire life up until this point is a “what if” kind of life. Regardless, my beloved has stood by my side the entire time.

We have shared many moments together, both good and bad. We almost divorced twice, but in the end we worked out our differences and stayed together. It seemed like we always had to take things to the brink of disaster before we were able to realize how much we loved each other. Although, right now I am pretty upset that she has not come by to visit me. I’m dying for god sakes. I just want to see her smile one more time before I go…Read entire story

13 Days

admin — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 00:38:37 +0000

Sometimes revenge is carried out beyond the grave. It was not his original plan, but William Grace did just that. He was betrayed by the one that he loved and now wants payback, not just for him but for all of humanity. Two men, John Savior and Colonel Justice, are searching for a serial killer that never leaves behind a clue and that nobody has ever seen. The killer is ghostlike and the murders are gruesome. The twist resides in the sanity of the men chasing the killer. One of them has a troubled past and the other has a more devious secret. In this tainted tale, nightmares become doorways to possible realities and each reality has its own set of rules.

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