Winston Bramblenook was your typical milquetoast. A seller of high quality, leather bound literary classics, his daily door to door grind rarely netted him any big sales. From month to month, his meager commission and almost as miniscule hourly wage were barely enough to pay his rent and the few small bills he accrued. His personal life was in even worse sha...
I fucking hate Halloween. Hate it with every fiber of my being. Stupid fucking holiday. All that teeth-rotting candy. Snot-nosed kids squealing "Trick-or-Treat, smell my feet..." Teens in lame costumes who, if thwarted, will egg a house. Extremely annoying if you ask me—and totally pointless. My Halloween routine typically consists of either: (a) going to a...
Ch. XIII: Leon and Une Blanche recommended to Alice that she go to the fuck show that her brother, Roi, was watching. Alice followed the directions that Blanche gave and soon found Roi seated on the ground, busily writing in his memorandum book while watching the activities of people fucking each other. He was a rather fat man, a feature he shared with Blan...
I knew that I had been ordered to report to my local county health clinic for my male body-type statistical metrics exam. It either simply slipped my mind, or perhaps more reasonably, I chose to ignore the date of my exam, for what had become known by then as the Penis Inspection. You see, every male from the age of 18 through 60, under what was called the M...
She stepped from the train, and hurried to the station's bathroom. Checking herself in the mirror, she took some deep breaths, and tried to tidy her wild hair. "You can do this!" she told her reflection. She left the train station and made her way to a nearby park, full of nervous excitement. That morning she had woken with the urge to do something differe...
What's up people? Stefano Saint-Mathieu here. Technically, I'm supposed to leave work around seven in the morning but I almost never do. The bus heading to Nepean stops by the Bank Street building where I work overnight security around six thirty five, and I try my best to catch it. Otherwise I'd have to wait for the next one at six forty five, and in the fr...
It was the night of the second Thursday of the month and Sheldon Cooper, PhD, etc., etc. walked down the apartment house hallway to the door of Amy Farrah Fowler. She had extorted a verbal contract out of him in which he agreed he would be her boyfriend and that she could reciprocate by calling herself his girlfriend and that they would have monthly dates. W...
I awakened to miss him. I missed Milam. Reading his book made me ache for his presence. I masturbated, thinking how many times I had manipulated my body over the last week. I breathed rapidly as child-like screams came from places beyond my vocal chords. "I saw you", I moaned. In my dream, he wore a dark gray suit. He walked alone on the sidewalk of deser...
It was going to be a good weekend as far as I was concerned. There were big games being played on both Saturday and Sunday and I had tickets to both of them. I fronted up to Saturday's game and it was a doozy, made all the better by the right team winning. I bumped into George while at the game and we watched the game together. "So," says George when we w...
One Saturday evening, after contemplating a long night alone, I decided to go out for a coffee and a little browsing at my local bookstore. Sipping a nice hot cup of coffee while exploring some erotic books is much better then staying home alone and masturbating. I arrived dressed for something other then simply browsing. My attire consisted of a pair of bla...