Home of The Naughty Stories Series
How will Harry the painter escape from the bikers? Who is the mysterious hitcher in the frozen Canadian winter? Will the brat Kevin get his comeuppance? And will Anouk and Hans get away with swimming in the wild? Are you a sheep or a wolf in sheep’s clothing? Do you like whips or quips? Do you soak it up, or dare you take it like a man? Or indeed a nun?.
Carte Rouge is a collection of naughty, short stories, a series of sly vignettes and comic tableaux, compiled and curated by new best friends, George and Giorgio. For all members of the lazy book club, Carte Rouge is the indulgent companion for idle days by the pool, the longeurs of the airport lounge and the post-industrial metro of the modern world. – M T Sands
At the far end of the pool he pressed his foot against the pump and lay back looking up at the strip lights. In one movement he twisted and turned and swam up to the top end of the pool where he lay on his front. He was still enjoying the vigours of the massage, …
“I paint with words.” “What do you mean?” “ARIEL” “That’s a beautiful word. But I don’t like the font.” “Tell me how can I make it more expressive?” People often wondered how Celeste managed to elude the clutches of Filippe Goncourt, one of the richest and most egotistical men in southern France. Celeste had gone …
“When I gain a pound, it’s in the headlines.” Kim Kardashian Giorgio shrugs. I don’t understand all the fuss about the Kardashians, he says. Weight gain is like corporate reality. It’s an Anglo- Saxon construct. But I beg to differ. Actually, I think you’ll find, old chap, it goes back to Ancient Rome. I have …
The room was in darkness; she couldn’t even see his shadow. “Where are you, Ray?” she said. “Over here, Christine.” Christine moved towards his voice. “Are you okay?” “I think so… What are you doing?” “Relax, it’s just my hand…” “You’re wearing blue jeans…” “Actually, they’re a bit faded.” “There’s a hole here,” said Ray. …
Myrtle knew that she did not have a life to launch a thousand ships. However, when she looked in the window and saw herself, she was happy within herself. Myrtle was fun at heart but somehow always seemed to end up on the social fringe. Whenever she tried to keep up with her friends, they …
Arnie was depressed. He had just been made redundant from his job. He had liked it there and, although the payout was good, now he had to find a new job. His gloom was lifted when his friends invited him for a leisurely fortnight in their holiday villa in Croatia. He wasn’t mad about them, …
Nadine and Charles used to play a game of mixed doubles with Samantha and James every Saturday afternoon. The game was always competitive in a healthy way. James and Charles both worked for the same city firm. Just recently James had received a bonus for a deal cut in the teeth of the 2008 crisis. …
T.H. Bill Sykes had been a journalist for a number of years. He never made the transition to the national newspaper. He considered it a dirty world, and, besides, he was a Dorset man through and through. One day, he was in the office penning a routine story about the garden at Old Came Rectory …
“I never miss a chance to have sex or appear on television.” Gore Vidal Now the above quote is very clever or as we say spiritoso, but it is not the case when it comes to Frissonance, which Astrid who is into these things says is a kind of echo with a shudder. I like …
Emilie was on her way back to the hotel in Juan Les Pins where she was staying for the duration of the festival. When she boarded the train at Cannes, she went upstairs and found a seat by the window. Plugging in her earphones, she sat back to scroll down the list of songs when …