Family Orgies Stories

    stories

  • (story) floor: a structure consisting of a room or set of rooms at a single position along a vertical scale; “what level is the office on?”
  • (story) narrative: a message that tells the particulars of an act or occurrence or course of events; presented in writing or drama or cinema or as a radio or television program; “his narrative was interesting”; “Disney’s stories entertain adults as well as children”
  • An account of imaginary or real people and events told for entertainment
  • A report of an item of news in a newspaper, magazine, or news broadcast
  • A plot or story line
  • (story) a piece of fiction that narrates a chain of related events; “he writes stories for the magazines”

    family

  • A group of people related to one another by blood or marriage
  • a social unit living together; “he moved his family to Virginia”; “It was a good Christian household”; “I waited until the whole house was asleep”; “the teacher asked how many people made up his home”
  • The children of a person or couple
  • primary social group; parents and children; “he wanted to have a good job before starting a family”
  • A group consisting of parents and children living together in a household
  • class: a collection of things sharing a common attribute; “there are two classes of detergents”

    orgies

  • Secret rites used in the worship of Bacchus, Dionysus, and other Greek and Roman deities, celebrated with dancing, drunkenness, and singing
  • (orgy) any act of immoderate indulgence; “an orgy of shopping”; “an emotional binge”; “a splurge of spending”
  • Excessive indulgence in a specified activity
  • (orgy) a wild gathering involving excessive drinking and promiscuity
  • A wild party, esp. one involving excessive drinking and unrestrained sexual activity
  • (orgy) secret rite in the cults of ancient Greek or Roman deities involving singing and dancing and drinking and sexual activity

family orgies stories

Detail of an house

Detail of an house
This is a handrail on a house in down town Reykjavik. It was built in the 1930′s by a man for his family. He was going to rent out the basement but then the great depression hit the world and he had to lodge his brothers family there. Many years later he died and his daughter inherit the building. She moved in with her husband and they decorated the house for the children they were going to have. But sadly they never came. Her husband died from lung cancer in the 80′s and the woman lived there by her self. One day she broke her hip and after that she was a bit paranoid of falling and had this handrail installed so she wouldn’t fall down the steps. Her paranoia grew and eventually she stopped communicating to the neighbors and didn’t answer the door. Eventually her relatives sent her to a home were she spend her last years lonely. Her relatives on other hand, saw an opportunity to make money from the house and transformed it from single, family home to three flat house. The lodgers stopped by for only short while at the time and the house became more and more outworn. Then the owners sold the house to a rich contractor who wanted it demolished so he could build a multi floor complex on the side but the city didn’t give him a permission to do that. He thought he could get his way if the house were in bad condition and started to rent the apartments to drug addicts and prossies. That resulted endless parties and drug orgies all week around and the neighbors were tired and scared of the people who came to visit. Eventually the house was in the news because of the neighbors trouble which was bad for the contractors business. So, he sold the house to some wealthy, romantic couple who wanted to re-build it, but they are stunned to see that it seems that the drug addicts had decorated the "whore room" as a nursery, long, long time ago….

Nobody really knows the story about this house, but as you see the rustic handrail you start to wonder….

Stories

Stories
Taken in Yokohama, Japan.

Not only that a building (a hotel) has a certain amount of stories… But behind each window there’s a story. Actually that is a hotel. So the stories vary regularly. But still, there are people sleeping, celebrating, taking drugs, hiding, making up for conferences, having holidays, orgies, travel around, enjoying the view, cleaning, bribing officials, having a family weekend, taking pictures, making movies. What else? I dunno.

(I wish one single person would have been standing on a balcony!)