The number seventeen made him sad. Not boo-hoo sad; the kind of wistful sadness felt somewhere in the rib cage, a few inches above the duodenum, that makes one stare hard at the horizon and wonder what used to be what was never seen. Brian was a rather bland-looking male of non-specific heritage on the cusp of entering middle age. Yes, Brian was no longer a...
Chapter I: Trash Can Calls a Friend It all began a year ago, almost to the day. Caleb had been working late in his office; the one with the antique mahogany desk, the flags in the corners, the bookcases filled with worn law books and the green leather sofas and chairs. He was studying transcripts from a case, which he had heard a few days earlier and was jo...
Bart couldn’t believe his luck as he pulled his postal van into the apartment complex. The driver was female and he was finally going to see her! He was behind a baby blue BMW Z-4 convertible as it waited to pass through the wrought-iron security gate. The top was down and the driver was a very attractive 30-something blonde wearing expensive sunglasses. In...
Undisclosed desires. I think we all got them. My name is Claude Premier. I'm a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I attend Carleton University, where I study Criminal Law. Ladies and gentlemen, I am a guy with a confession to make. A lot of people see me as the six-foot-five, burly dude with the...
Author's notes: This story is posted in the Humor & Satire category and is intended to be a comedy. If you are looking for a quick wank this probably isn't the story for you. The story is set in an Australian pub and contains a lot of Aussie slang, so don't whinge or spit the dummy if you don't understand some of the words. You've been warned. Weekly at th...
The rural postal delivery man exited his vehicle as he heard the screams. Something was wrong---very wrong. A massive harvesting machine with an opening easily twenty feet wide was moving across the field below him. It appeared to be going faster than it should have been. It was no longer following the crop rows---it was moving diagonally. He quickly scanned...
The rain falls hard against my window on this windy winter evening as I stand up from my computer. I shut the monitor off and push in my chair. This was the last I will hear from my long-distance lover. I turned out the light and clutched a tissue to my nose with a reluctant release. I couldn’t believe I had become so ensconced with the faulty assumption our...
Tarotica 14: Temperance Moderation. Self-restraint. Blending. Fruitful combination. Artistic creation. Compatibility. A balanced expression of sexuality. Nothing in excess. Issues of prudence versus excesses in behavior, including sexual activity, may be on your mind. Anthony Louis, Tarot: Plain and Simple Possibly too temperate and moderate to achieve a...
Note: I got the idea for this story from a Hentai comic written by Akiha. I plan on writing more, but I wanted to get general feedback from what I have. ***** John Smith stepped off the ship and onto the dock after a long sea voyage. He took a deep breath, still somewhat in shock of his good fortune. The sky was blue with the sun shining bright. John was...
Postmaster Brad Arnold looked at his watch for the fifth time in the past ten minutes. Only forty-five minutes until he could close the front window and get out of the stifling post office. He had been through more than his usual crap for any day, but for a Friday, it was even worse. The air conditioner had quit just after lunch, the hottest hours of the day...