Teaser Mondays

July 9, 2012

I’ve decided to start a Teaser Mondays.

Why Monday? Why not Sunday, at the start of the week, or Saturday, at the end of the week?

Because…Mondays tend to be those sucky days (unless you have a four-day weekend) where you wonder why the hell you got out of bed to begin with. Hopefully they will put a smile on your face.

Sometimes they will only be a line, other times a paragraph or two.

So, without further ado, my first Teaser Monday teaser:

“”I’m going to meet my three Spanish lovers, Alejandro, Luis, and Julian.” ©

Enjoy!

July 16, 2012

Sorry this is so late getting out…I know you’ve been anxiously waiting for it!

He’d once asked me why he should stop at one girlfriend when he could have two, three, four or more, all at the same time.

My answer? Obviously he was a man-slut if that’s what he did. ©

July 23, 2012

The room itself looked like it had been painted a cross between infected urine and limes to make a nauseating sickly green—what was it with the green colors around here?—with bright furniture in primary colors of blue, red, and yellow. Jesus, I thought. Must have been someone’s idea to brighten up the place. ©

July 30, 2012

Holy fuck balls!” she cried. “That’s your car?” She walked around it, running her hands over the hood, the doors, the chrome, murmuring, “Oh, God. It’s so smooth. It’s so pretty.”

I was beginning to think she was going to hump the thing, but I let her have her fantasy and riddle my car with her fingerprints.  However, I drew the line when she asked if she could lick it. “Absolutely not. You’ve already molested my car. You’re not putting your tongue on it too.”  I opened her door and motioned inside. “Damn, you’re weird. Get in so we can go.” ©

August 6, 2012

Here we are, heading into a new month. Here is the first Monday Teaser for August.

 “What’s your major?”

“Psychology.”

“Ah.” He nodded sagely. “The fucked-up psycho bitch is learning how to overcome all of her issues.”©

 

 

August 13, 2012

Wandering to the entryway, I stared up into the spiraling staircase, trying to decide if I really felt like walking up all four stories to the bedroom. Laziness took over and I went to the elevator instead.©

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