Side Street

Warning: These stories have adult themes. Written while listening to Lou Reed’s Walk on the Wild Side I thought why not write something that you would never normally write, so I did. The reason I am putting them up here is that I have published stories involving violence and I felt that it would not be fair to put those up while ignoring these.

The neon lights flashed brightly in the night air advertising cheap all day breakfasts and drug store relief. Hidden away from the neon beacons is the side street, buried in the haze dotted with dank festering pools of rainwater. Two people are talking, away from the prying eyes of the city. After some discussion a man leaves, going up a set of stairs and entering a flat. He turns the light on. Moments later the women follows suit. The man is sat on the bed as the women walks over, removes his pants and starts giving head. She pauses for a moment, walks over to the window and closes the blind.



A few minutes later the woman arrives at the flat. The man greets her, kisses her. The woman replies in kind. They go over to the bed were the man takes off her pants, engaging in oral sex. She halts him for a second, going over to the window to close the blind, severing the last remaining link between the couple and the city, blocking out the cities unwavering glare.


About skyraftwanderer

A person who enjoys writing short story things, poetry and other random things that come into my head.
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2 Responses to Side Street

  1. D... says:

    1. I like that there’s a nice little warning. It is only fair that the sexual stories get fair play too.
    2. This sort of reminds me of some of the real life stories we’d hear from the officers when I worked for the DA’s office. There were some really funny things that went on. There was one which involved saran wrap, we were trying to come up with the funniest story, and that one was hysterical.

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