Part III - The Grocery Store This particular story was written exactly as it happened. The place was absolutely repulsive. I sat there on the toilet, looking around at the maniacal scribbling and bathroom filth that I shouldn't even attempt to describe. "Yall like it poontang?" someone had inquired in permanent black ink. I remember thinking: If you're go...
ESCAPING TO EDEN The only sound in the forest was the breeze swishing through the tops of the tall pines. On the forest floor, the thick mat of needles was like a soft, spongy carpet that cushioned each footstep. As we carried our picnic provisions between the tree trunks, each step was as silent as if we were tiptoeing, and the music of the pines was like...
We find ourselves out together one evening and find a quaint little bar to have a few drinks. After a round or two things are getting a bit more loose and relaxed. We can unwind and be more open and natural towards each other. You are wearing a blue denim skirt with a white sleeveless blouse. I'm wearing some baggy cargo shorts and a polo shirt. My hand ma...
She was 17 when I met her. Her name was Julia and she was maybe the cutest girl I ever saw. She was 5'5 120 lbs. Her hair was long and blond. Julia had an amazingly cute face with the most beautiful smile. I was 29 and as such afraid to do little more than look sideways at a 17 year old. We were always friendly to each other at work but nothing more than t...
I stared miserably at the screen, not watching the DVR'd program I had playing. Instead my mind was on Courtney. The tall blonde beauty who I had done everything in my power to keep as my girlfriend, but who had broken up with me anyway. "You're sweet and gentle and caring and kind, Jimmy. But I don't want to settle. I want my life to be exciting." There wa...
"You're simply incorrigible and arrogant, Mr. Omar Stephens, someone should definitely teach you a lesson," Dr. Stephanie Macke-Leland said, and the slender yet curvy blonde academic pushed her glasses on the bridge of her nose, and sighed. She leaned against her desk, inside her private office. They were in the Law School at Canada's Capital University. Lic...
Wolter sat hunched over the table of the guards' dining hall, shovelling the delicious pile of potatoes and beef into his hungry mouth. All day he had been part of the guard while the King held court. It was boring work, just standing there listening to the drivel of the petitions. At least it was also clear that the King was also bored by it all. But such u...
Sitting at the desk. So distracted. Details of the two conflicting stories are fleeting. There are deadlines to meet. Reports to write. Cases to solve. In front of him the curser blinks in anticipation of some semblance of a narrative from today's incident, but instead sentences full of legal jargon turn into erotic thoughts of what he wants to do to her....
My friend Joe has opened up to me about his ongoing secret affair. Once I heard how it began I begged him to let me record it here, adding to these sorted tales. About two years ago he woke up horny and single, as usual. He lives way up in the mountains. He has few neighbors and there are even fewer women. And none that are single, at least not for very lo...
"Ouch!" She shouted over the music. "That's not a safe word," I replied with a sadistic grin. The lights were low, casting shadows in the corner where she stood. Faced forward, her arms were up over her head, shackled to the x-frame in soft leather cuffs. Her body naked except for the g-string; the soft white skin of her back contrasted with the reddening...