Jack Walker
Bio
I am a part time writer of erotica and also horror. I have published 4 books as ebooks so far.
Stories (4)
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Red Dress
He was sitting at the bar sipping his whisky, watching the pretty little starlings passing by when he saw her. Her face was lovely and heart-shaped, her hair was a short boyish cut, which highlighted her slim neck. Her body was just gorgeous, with wide hips, and her legs perfect for her size. The dress she wore was suited to her figure, and he could see she was well versed in dressing for the right sort of evening. He smiled at her as she walked by, giving her the trademark smile he knew would get him into (or out of) trouble. She looked at this Fit, handsome, though slightly rough around the edges man, sitting there in his Slacks and pressed shirt, with the black coat over that. He just oozed confidence and sex appeal. He was eyeing her up as she approached him, she could see the attention he focused on her as she approached. She knew that she had chosen the right dress for tonight. The little black number was always a killer. She had finally tracked him down to this restaurant.
By Jack Walker4 years ago in Fiction
The Real Santa Claus
The Real Santa Claus “Do you know why I don’t enjoy all the hubbub around the ‘Christmas Cheer’ that I find so annoying?” I asked Sharon as we walked around listening to another rendition of ‘Jingle bells’. I groaned in disgust as the next verse started. I hated this time of year, not because I was a miserly grump, I was just not that much into all the hype around Christmas. It held bad memories for me that I would sooner forget. “It was never a good time for me, It held too many bad, evil memories. Everyone was always jubilant and happy, always looking forward to Christmas morning, To open up their presents.”
By Jack Walker4 years ago in Horror
The Dinner club
She guided me down the steps, her hand clasped in mine as I slowly, deliberately walked carefully due to the blindfold over my eyes. Her voice a bare whisper above the dripping of the water. I knew it was her because I knew her scent, and the perfume she wore. That was the signal for me that tonight was going to be special. She was devious like that, her little ploys to take me somewhere unexpected for something very risque.
By Jack Walker4 years ago in Filthy
