Life sucks, for two years now I have been unemployed. 30 years of age and I can't get past the first door; interviews; I've had that many interviews that I can almost write the script for what were to be asked and said at them, they are nearly all identical. I live in a single room flat, which is all I can afford on the unemployment payment I receive from t...
A gurgling sound, and then it's done. The last of the juice leaves the tube, other than a few driblets clinging here and there, and the thick, dark, mush at the bottom of the bucket is all that remains. It's thick, purple sedimentary looking, and it almost seems biological. It's pretty gross. I turn and lean in and tap the large glass carboy...big enough...
Mirabelle was a slip of a gal. She wore her hair tied back in a loose pony-tail. In her plain yellow linen dress three inches above the knee, and her white pinafore; it looked like a uniform. The house was painted white with brown boarders, and they had a little garden cutoff from the rest of the open scrub-land rimmed with a light blue picket fence. There w...
Interlude between parts 2 and 3 of Ann's Afflictions. The day after I received the video clip was one of Mom's days off. She worked on the computer doing her homework. I stayed away in my room to think. I needed to go over all this and put more pieces together. I went back to our holiday in my mind. It had started just like any holiday abroad, enjoying the...
As expected, Bailey was waiting up for me. She wanted details of what went on with Grant and all I wanted was a long hot shower. "Was it just a simple fuck Joanie?" Bailey asked. I responded, "He was a perfect gentleman. We had dinner and drinks then went to his hotel room for some fun. Trust me; it was nothing to brag about sexually." Bailey laughed. I ch...
My name is Jericho Samson. I'm a tall, somewhat chubby but good-looking black man living in the town of Randolph, Massachusetts. Lately, I've been having a strange time, folks. The life of a black man in modern America is never easy but I think it's even harder when you're bisexual. I feel rejected by the world both because of my race and my sexual orientati...
Health 101 -- Jack-off Practice (Chapter 3) The next class period, and moments before the bell was due to ring I was still unsure about how I was going to proceed. I wanted to proceed by expelling Andy, but if I did that I should really remove one of the girls as well and I really didn't want to lose any of them. It is possible to continue the class with an...
June 2019 Upstate New York "What's the matter dear?" Asked Marie opening the door. The tall coffee coloured man was covered in sweat and looking visibly upset. "'Twas nothing." He replied stepping in. "I'm just tired." "Very good, I'm sure you'll tell me when you're good and ready." Marie stated with a warm smile. "Yeah maybe." The man said, then asked...
I will state up front that this is part of my therapy. I will likely never again encounter a Cinco de Mayo without thinking of her. The "her" of whom I'm speaking of is my ex-wife Laura. It was on that day that our marriage of seven years was shattered, never to be put back together whole. It was a day that confirmed a marriage of deceit and lies - one that...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...