Posts tagged ‘Charlotte Chronicles’:

Charlotte “You ready to go?” he asks hoarsely. His eyes are begging me to say yes. When have I ever turned him down? “Let me run to the ladies room,” I answer. He let’s me go reluctantly. As I move toward the short hall marked with the universal female/male bathroom cartoons, his attention is hailed […]

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October 23, 2014  | Charlotte Chronicles  | (0)

If you are new to the Charlotte Chronicles, catch up here. Charlotte My clothing choices don’t give me many options for a night with a bunch of rowdy sailors. I have suits, dressy tops and slacks along with a pair of very worn denim shorts and a tank top. I opt for the denim shorts and […]

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October 17, 2014  | Charlotte Chronicles  | (0)

If you are new to the Charlotte Chronicles, catch up here. Nathan We lie together in silence, reveling in the closeness and the mere act of holding each other. I can’t sleep but I suspect she dozes off. The thump of her heart under my hand slows and her breathing evens out. I’m too wired to […]

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October 11, 2014  | Charlotte Chronicles  | (0)

“This is the perfect house Charlotte. Thank you for helping,” Charlotte’s client says. Her name is Peyton, like the legend Walter P, although that’s probably not who she’s named after. “My pleasure,” Charlotte says but her voice is muffled because her face is stuck in the belly of Peyton’s baby. An urge to pick her […]

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October 3, 2014  | Charlotte Chronicles  | (0)

Nathan “Is there a family joining us?” Charlotte asks. Her voice is husky from sleep. As she raises her arms to stretch, the oversized robe she donned gapes in the front revealing the edges of her delicate collarbones and the soft inner flesh of her breasts. Beyond her is the bed that we spent the […]

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September 25, 2014  | Charlotte Chronicles  | (0)

Charlotte I stand with the door open waiting for him. The elevator is around the corner, out of my sight line, but the faint mechanical noise as it stops on the floor and the ping that signals the doors are opening. I pretend I can hear his footsteps but the plush carpet is swallowing them. […]

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September 18, 2014  | Charlotte Chronicles  | (5)

Nathan “If this is stalking then I can see why women are creeped out. I’m creeped out.” Cab says. We’re parked across the street from a restaurant where Charlotte is having lunch with her male friend. The one that Cabby called smooth and whom I am privately referring to as the fuckstick who is sitting […]

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September 11, 2014  | Charlotte Chronicles  | (7)

Nathan “What do you think you’re doing?” Cab demands. He showed up at my doorstep thirty minutes ago and used his keys to come in when I refused to let him in. He’s watching me pack. “I’m going after Charlotte.” “The letter girl,” he said flatly. Annoyed, I snap, “Will you stop calling her that. […]

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September 4, 2014  | Charlotte Chronicles  | (4)