The attached is a work of fiction. This is a copyrighted work. Reposting or any other use strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the copyright holder, except may be posted as part of a review or posted to free-access, non-commercial archive sights. Copyright 2002 by Don Byron. Please give me your comments. ***** My plan was star...
Another true story of cops, sluts, and smutpunk disguised as fiction to protect the innocent (and not simply innocent) *** The cop pushed me into the backseat of the little squad car. It was a Korean brand, a Tico or some other thing that could barely roll over a large piece of gum on the pavement. "When I get back there, there should be ₱50 sitting on the...
Okay, so the story I'm about to tell you may sound unbelievable, but it is completely true. I was traveling from Lincoln, Nebraska to visit family in Boston, and, since I didn't have a lot of money, I was taking the bus. The cheapest tickets I could get were for an overnight trip; the bus would be leaving at 6 pm, and arriving at 11 pm the next night. There...
For the past five years, Valerie spent Valentine's Day alone. It wasn't for lack of trying. Five years ago, her boyfriend, Todd, broke her heart the week before the day set aside for lovers. She didn't leave her one-bedroom apartment that year. The next year, still being single, she pampered herself. Flowers arrived at her desk promptly at 11, complete with...
I held my martini to the light and admired the chilled glass, especially the olives run-through with picks, nesting at the bottom-it was perfect. I noted the perfect curve of the drink's surface extending above the rim, held by surface tension. A martini is a perfect drink...I was to be honored this evening after a perfectly good business year by my company....
It always baffles me when I hear my married friends say that their sex lives are just not that essential anymore. Despite the fact that I have been married to Brendan for nearly ten years now, sex is still one of my favorite parts of our life. The instant we met I knew we were meant for each other. Soon, we were sharing an apartment, and within a year we we...
Just past midnight on Friday night Stephanie, my wife, finally called. G: Hello? S: It's me, love. I'm going to be late. G: Are you okay? S: Yes, I'm fine. A good party. I'm a little drunk. I've been dancing and my feet hurt so, so much. G: Sounds fun. Do you want me to come and get you in the car? S: No, no. [Pause] Geoffrey... I've met a man and I'...
She rolled over in the king sized bed and realzed by the amount of light in the room that it was late in the morning. "Damn" she yelled at her reflection in the full length mirror. "Maybe if you hadn't been out in the stables all night committing adultery you might have gotten your ass up at a decent hour" She smiled back at her reflection and said "Thank yo...
8:55 p.m. I glare at the clock, struggling not to squirm or fidget. Breathing deeply to try and calm my racing heart, I force my eyes away from the ticking hands. I've always wondered whether you put that clock on the wall just for decoration, or because you knew it would slowly push me to the brink of insanity. 8:56 p.m. You're going to come home at 9:0...
I don't remember when exactly the fantasies came. I know there once was a point where I would have never crossed that line - but that was point was gone now. There is something that speaks to me while I lay awake at night - an animalistic, sexual voice without rule or regulation. As more days pass, the harder it gets to ignore this voice, to push it furt...