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Gerald logged onto him computer as he had done every night for as long as he could remember. He was about to click onto Outlook Express to check him emails but was halted when a pop-up advert caught his eye. “X-date.com – ‘A place to meet new people’ click here”. Gerald had been single for quite some years and had never tried dating since the love of his life broke his heart at the tender age of eighteen. However he was lonely, he lived alone in his sparsely furnished apartment and often longed for female company.
Gerald clicked onto the advert and entered his details into the X-date database with a photograph of himself and a description of the sort of women he would like to meet. Being something of a stereotypical man, he expressed that he sought a long-legged blonde between 18 and 30. Gerald logged off for the night and retired to the settee to watch a movie.
The next evening Gerald came home to his apartment, half expecting to have no replies but hoping deep down inside that he did. He logged onto his X-date account and found he had two replies. He clicked on the first to find a message from a 53year old swinging grandmother that looked like a shrivelled Anne Robinson. Somewhat saddened he clicked onto the second reply and was gob smacked at what he saw. A photograph of a beautiful blonde woman in a skimpy black dress, the message beneath it simply said, “Meet me.”
For a moment, Gerald sat there wondering what a gorgeous woman would be interested in him for. He came to the conclusion that she must be into older men and that he didn’t look so bad for thirty-five anyway. Gerald clicked reply and sent a message asking, “When and where?” He left his computer for a moment to use the bathroom and returned a few minutes later to find a reply waiting for him. It said, “Metropolis Hotel, 9:30, room 36”. Gerald glanced at his gold-rimmed Rolex and saw that it was 8:05 already and he didn’t have much time to prepare. He turned off his computer and dashed to the bathroom to get a shower.
By 9:15 Gerald had washed, shaved, put on a smart suit and was heading for his car. He checked his hair in the wing mirror and climbed into his metallic blue BMW. Gerald pulled up outside the swanky Metropolis hotel at 9:30 on the dot; he handed the car over to the valet and made his way inside through the heavy silver doors. Inside the velvet-carpeted reception area Gerald looked around for a while then headed for the elevators. He reached floor 3 and walked down the brightly lit corridor until he spotted “36” in gold plated letters on a sturdy wooden door.
Gerald stepped back and straightened his suit and nervously rubbed the back of his neck before proceeding to knock three times on the door. A few seconds later the door was pulled open to reveal the same sexy blonde woman Gerald had seen on his computer monitor earlier that evening. She seductively spoke, “Come inside, Gerald.” He stepped inside the posh hotel room and closed the door firmly behind him. “Can I get you anything to drink?” was the next thing she said. Gerald answered, “I’ll have a whiskey, please. If it’s no trouble.” A moment later the beautiful woman emerged clutching two small glasses, each containing a cube of ice smothered by an inch of Jack Daniels.
The two downed their drinks and made small talk until the beautiful woman suddenly started slipping off her dark satin dress. Gerald stared at the woman’s large breasts held tightly against her chest by a silky black brassiere. She spoke in her soft, seductive voice, “I am just going to freshen up”. Upon that she paced over to the bathroom and tightly shut the door behind her.
Gerald couldn’t believe his luck, not only had he met a beautiful woman but he was about to have sex with her. He undressed to his pants and lay on the large double bed in the centre of the hotel room. The bathroom door opened and the beautiful woman emerged looking sexier than ever. She kneeled on the end of the bed and began kissing Gerald’s stomach; she worked her way up to his chest and then onto his neck. Gerald laid back with his eyes closed, enjoying every second of it until he felt a deep, sharp pain in his throat. He opened his eyes wide to find the beautiful woman biting deep into his neck, blood spewing from her mouth and trickling down her chin.
He screamed and pushed her off the bed onto the floor and backed into the corner of the room. She rose again and leapt at Gerald, scratching him with her claw-like fingernails and forcing him to cower in the corner. She grabbed him forcefully around the head and plunged her slender thumbs deep into his eye sockets until Gerald went limp. She dragged Gerald’s body across the room to the walk-in closet where she dumped him on top of two other men, both in their thirties, wearing suits, and dead.
The beautiful woman closed the closet door tightly and perched in front of her dressing table where her laptop computer was waiting. She turned it on and logged onto X-date.com.
Gerald clicked onto the advert and entered his details into the X-date database with a photograph of himself and a description of the sort of women he would like to meet. Being something of a stereotypical man, he expressed that he sought a long-legged blonde between 18 and 30. Gerald logged off for the night and retired to the settee to watch a movie.
The next evening Gerald came home to his apartment, half expecting to have no replies but hoping deep down inside that he did. He logged onto his X-date account and found he had two replies. He clicked on the first to find a message from a 53year old swinging grandmother that looked like a shrivelled Anne Robinson. Somewhat saddened he clicked onto the second reply and was gob smacked at what he saw. A photograph of a beautiful blonde woman in a skimpy black dress, the message beneath it simply said, “Meet me.”
For a moment, Gerald sat there wondering what a gorgeous woman would be interested in him for. He came to the conclusion that she must be into older men and that he didn’t look so bad for thirty-five anyway. Gerald clicked reply and sent a message asking, “When and where?” He left his computer for a moment to use the bathroom and returned a few minutes later to find a reply waiting for him. It said, “Metropolis Hotel, 9:30, room 36”. Gerald glanced at his gold-rimmed Rolex and saw that it was 8:05 already and he didn’t have much time to prepare. He turned off his computer and dashed to the bathroom to get a shower.
By 9:15 Gerald had washed, shaved, put on a smart suit and was heading for his car. He checked his hair in the wing mirror and climbed into his metallic blue BMW. Gerald pulled up outside the swanky Metropolis hotel at 9:30 on the dot; he handed the car over to the valet and made his way inside through the heavy silver doors. Inside the velvet-carpeted reception area Gerald looked around for a while then headed for the elevators. He reached floor 3 and walked down the brightly lit corridor until he spotted “36” in gold plated letters on a sturdy wooden door.
Gerald stepped back and straightened his suit and nervously rubbed the back of his neck before proceeding to knock three times on the door. A few seconds later the door was pulled open to reveal the same sexy blonde woman Gerald had seen on his computer monitor earlier that evening. She seductively spoke, “Come inside, Gerald.” He stepped inside the posh hotel room and closed the door firmly behind him. “Can I get you anything to drink?” was the next thing she said. Gerald answered, “I’ll have a whiskey, please. If it’s no trouble.” A moment later the beautiful woman emerged clutching two small glasses, each containing a cube of ice smothered by an inch of Jack Daniels.
The two downed their drinks and made small talk until the beautiful woman suddenly started slipping off her dark satin dress. Gerald stared at the woman’s large breasts held tightly against her chest by a silky black brassiere. She spoke in her soft, seductive voice, “I am just going to freshen up”. Upon that she paced over to the bathroom and tightly shut the door behind her.
Gerald couldn’t believe his luck, not only had he met a beautiful woman but he was about to have sex with her. He undressed to his pants and lay on the large double bed in the centre of the hotel room. The bathroom door opened and the beautiful woman emerged looking sexier than ever. She kneeled on the end of the bed and began kissing Gerald’s stomach; she worked her way up to his chest and then onto his neck. Gerald laid back with his eyes closed, enjoying every second of it until he felt a deep, sharp pain in his throat. He opened his eyes wide to find the beautiful woman biting deep into his neck, blood spewing from her mouth and trickling down her chin.
He screamed and pushed her off the bed onto the floor and backed into the corner of the room. She rose again and leapt at Gerald, scratching him with her claw-like fingernails and forcing him to cower in the corner. She grabbed him forcefully around the head and plunged her slender thumbs deep into his eye sockets until Gerald went limp. She dragged Gerald’s body across the room to the walk-in closet where she dumped him on top of two other men, both in their thirties, wearing suits, and dead.
The beautiful woman closed the closet door tightly and perched in front of her dressing table where her laptop computer was waiting. She turned it on and logged onto X-date.com.
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dammit ya lil irish fairy tale!!! ...I was expecting him to open his eyes to find the seductive woman was definatly not a woman!!
Still very good!!
Still very good!!
Good, but odd.
That was really good mate, really good twist in the tail. A little bizzare though.
Gerald logged onto him computer as he had done every night for as long as he could remember. He was about to click onto Outlook Express to check him emails but was halted when a pop-up advert caught his eye. “X-date.com – ‘A place to meet new people’ click here”. Gerald had been single for quite some years and had never tried dating since the love of his life broke his heart at the tender age of eighteen. However he was lonely, he lived alone in his sparsely furnished apartment and often longed for female company.
Gerald clicked onto the advert and entered his details into the X-date database with a photograph of himself and a description of the sort of women he would like to meet. Being something of a stereotypical man, he expressed that he sought a long-legged blonde between 18 and 30. Gerald logged off for the night and retired to the settee to watch a movie.
The next evening Gerald came home to his apartment, half expecting to have no replies but hoping deep down inside that he did. He logged onto his X-date account and found he had two replies. He clicked on the first to find a message from a 53year old swinging grandmother that looked like a shrivelled Anne Robinson. Somewhat saddened he clicked onto the second reply and was gob smacked at what he saw. A photograph of a beautiful blonde woman in a skimpy black dress, the message beneath it simply said, “Meet me.”
For a moment, Gerald sat there wondering what a gorgeous woman would be interested in him for. He came to the conclusion that she must be into older men and that he didn’t look so bad for thirty-five anyway. Gerald clicked reply and sent a message asking, “When and where?” He left his computer for a moment to use the bathroom and returned a few minutes later to find a reply waiting for him. It said, “Metropolis Hotel, 9:30, room 36”. Gerald glanced at his gold-rimmed Rolex and saw that it was 8:05 already and he didn’t have much time to prepare. He turned off his computer and dashed to the bathroom to get a shower.
By 9:15 Gerald had washed, shaved, put on a smart suit and was heading for his car. He checked his hair in the wing mirror and climbed into his metallic blue BMW. Gerald pulled up outside the swanky Metropolis hotel at 9:30 on the dot; he handed the car over to the valet and made his way inside through the heavy silver doors. Inside the velvet-carpeted reception area Gerald looked around for a while then headed for the elevators. He reached floor 3 and walked down the brightly lit corridor until he spotted “36” in gold plated letters on a sturdy wooden door.
Gerald stepped back and straightened his suit and nervously rubbed the back of his neck before proceeding to knock three times on the door. A few seconds later the door was pulled open to reveal the same sexy blonde woman Gerald had seen on his computer monitor earlier that evening. She seductively spoke, “Come inside, Gerald.” He stepped inside the posh hotel room and closed the door firmly behind him. “Can I get you anything to drink?” was the next thing she said. Gerald answered, “I’ll have a whiskey, please. If it’s no trouble.” A moment later the beautiful woman emerged clutching two small glasses, each containing a cube of ice smothered by an inch of Jack Daniels.
The two downed their drinks and made small talk until the beautiful woman suddenly started slipping off her dark satin dress. Gerald stared at the woman’s large breasts held tightly against her chest by a silky black brassiere. She spoke in her soft, seductive voice, “I am just going to freshen up”. Upon that she paced over to the bathroom and tightly shut the door behind her.
Gerald couldn’t believe his luck, not only had he met a beautiful woman but he was about to have sex with her. He undressed to his pants and lay on the large double bed in the centre of the hotel room. The bathroom door opened and the beautiful woman emerged looking sexier than ever. She kneeled on the end of the bed and began kissing Gerald’s stomach; she worked her way up to his chest and then onto his neck. Gerald laid back with his eyes closed, enjoying every second of it until he felt a deep, sharp pain in his throat. He opened his eyes wide to find the beautiful woman biting deep into his neck, blood spewing from her mouth and trickling down her chin.
He screamed and pushed her off the bed onto the floor and backed into the corner of the room. She rose again and leapt at Gerald, scratching him with her claw-like fingernails and forcing him to cower in the corner. She grabbed him forcefully around the head and plunged her slender thumbs deep into his eye sockets until Gerald went limp. She dragged Gerald’s body across the room to the walk-in closet where she dumped him on top of two other men, both in their thirties, wearing suits, and dead.
The beautiful woman closed the closet door tightly and perched in front of her dressing table where her laptop computer was waiting. She turned it on and logged onto X-date.com.
Gerald clicked onto the advert and entered his details into the X-date database with a photograph of himself and a description of the sort of women he would like to meet. Being something of a stereotypical man, he expressed that he sought a long-legged blonde between 18 and 30. Gerald logged off for the night and retired to the settee to watch a movie.
The next evening Gerald came home to his apartment, half expecting to have no replies but hoping deep down inside that he did. He logged onto his X-date account and found he had two replies. He clicked on the first to find a message from a 53year old swinging grandmother that looked like a shrivelled Anne Robinson. Somewhat saddened he clicked onto the second reply and was gob smacked at what he saw. A photograph of a beautiful blonde woman in a skimpy black dress, the message beneath it simply said, “Meet me.”
For a moment, Gerald sat there wondering what a gorgeous woman would be interested in him for. He came to the conclusion that she must be into older men and that he didn’t look so bad for thirty-five anyway. Gerald clicked reply and sent a message asking, “When and where?” He left his computer for a moment to use the bathroom and returned a few minutes later to find a reply waiting for him. It said, “Metropolis Hotel, 9:30, room 36”. Gerald glanced at his gold-rimmed Rolex and saw that it was 8:05 already and he didn’t have much time to prepare. He turned off his computer and dashed to the bathroom to get a shower.
By 9:15 Gerald had washed, shaved, put on a smart suit and was heading for his car. He checked his hair in the wing mirror and climbed into his metallic blue BMW. Gerald pulled up outside the swanky Metropolis hotel at 9:30 on the dot; he handed the car over to the valet and made his way inside through the heavy silver doors. Inside the velvet-carpeted reception area Gerald looked around for a while then headed for the elevators. He reached floor 3 and walked down the brightly lit corridor until he spotted “36” in gold plated letters on a sturdy wooden door.
Gerald stepped back and straightened his suit and nervously rubbed the back of his neck before proceeding to knock three times on the door. A few seconds later the door was pulled open to reveal the same sexy blonde woman Gerald had seen on his computer monitor earlier that evening. She seductively spoke, “Come inside, Gerald.” He stepped inside the posh hotel room and closed the door firmly behind him. “Can I get you anything to drink?” was the next thing she said. Gerald answered, “I’ll have a whiskey, please. If it’s no trouble.” A moment later the beautiful woman emerged clutching two small glasses, each containing a cube of ice smothered by an inch of Jack Daniels.
The two downed their drinks and made small talk until the beautiful woman suddenly started slipping off her dark satin dress. Gerald stared at the woman’s large breasts held tightly against her chest by a silky black brassiere. She spoke in her soft, seductive voice, “I am just going to freshen up”. Upon that she paced over to the bathroom and tightly shut the door behind her.
Gerald couldn’t believe his luck, not only had he met a beautiful woman but he was about to have sex with her. He undressed to his pants and lay on the large double bed in the centre of the hotel room. The bathroom door opened and the beautiful woman emerged looking sexier than ever. She kneeled on the end of the bed and began kissing Gerald’s stomach; she worked her way up to his chest and then onto his neck. Gerald laid back with his eyes closed, enjoying every second of it until he felt a deep, sharp pain in his throat. He opened his eyes wide to find the beautiful woman biting deep into his neck, blood spewing from her mouth and trickling down her chin.
He screamed and pushed her off the bed onto the floor and backed into the corner of the room. She rose again and leapt at Gerald, scratching him with her claw-like fingernails and forcing him to cower in the corner. She grabbed him forcefully around the head and plunged her slender thumbs deep into his eye sockets until Gerald went limp. She dragged Gerald’s body across the room to the walk-in closet where she dumped him on top of two other men, both in their thirties, wearing suits, and dead.
The beautiful woman closed the closet door tightly and perched in front of her dressing table where her laptop computer was waiting. She turned it on and logged onto X-date.com.
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