John and Wanda, our next door neighbors, won a free trip to Las Vegas and they asked me if I would feed their cats while they were gone. My wife Phyllis was out of town visiting her folks and I didn't have anything better to do so I said that I would. John gave me a key, showed me where the Meow Mix was and then he and Wanda took off. When I went over to fee...
In. In. Out. In. In. Out. In. In. Out. Amber focused on her breathing each time her foot struck the pathway. The sun was finally burning the early morning fog away and light glittered off of the lake to her left. Sweat rolled down the tanned muscles of her back. Her long legs ate up the concrete and she weaved around the few people out walking. Cool wind sl...
It'd been a terrible tragedy. Six months ago Paolo's girlfriend of four years, Bebe, had died in a hot air ballooning accident. She was incinerated in the sky at fifteen thousand feet. Well, at least she had gone out doing something sort of cool. But obviously it was a terrible blow to her family, Paolo, and her many friends. It'd been half a year since the...
My name is Roxiana Lopez. I just turned 19 a week ago so I'm feeling like an adult now. You know how it is, right? Anyway I'm in my dorm. I have a single bed, a flat screen tv, a closet, and a mini kitchen; on the bad side I have to use a community restroom. Meaning all the young 'ladies' have to hear each other take a dump. I have a big bubble booty. I th...
Suddenly, the women broke out in song. Just as amazing that there was an Earth Day song by none other than John Denver the clean cut guy of the music industry, now deceased in a freak plane crash, it was even more amazing that the women all knew the words to it. "Celebrate morning— The cry of a loon on a lake in the night, The dreams that are born in the d...
As ever, my heartfelt thanks to Estragon, whose vorpal blade went snicker snack, leaving for dead homophones and typos galore. He also chose the title. "And now lot forty seven. A free standing mirror in a carved oak frame depicting seven cavorting nymphs. What am I bid? Do I hear fifty pounds? Come along, this is a fine piece, OK, let's start at forty poun...
Saturday night at last! She'd been counting the days all week. It wasn't that often they got out anymore, finances being tight but they'd promised themselves a night on the town with friends and it was finally here. She'd been rummaging through her wardrobe to find some suitable clothes. A few bars first but maybe a club afterwards? She'd need some flashy...
(Boston/Cambridge residents will note that this story is set in the early 1980's, when the MBTA Red Line Extension was still under construction. Apologies for any mis-remembered details.) * * * * * Click Here to listen. (15 min/mp3) * * * * * February—the cold, dark heart of winter in Boston. And tonight it was so cold--well below zero--that the w...
My name is Tina. This is the story of how I became the slut I am today. I had just finished my sophomore year of college, studying bio-chemistry. I decided to eschew the summer classes most of my classmates were taking in favor of a backpacking trip across Europe. After securing my parents approval I bought a backpack, packed my clothes, and made the plane...
A few months passed after my experience in the men’s locker room at the “Y” and to my relief, my husband Ben had heard nothing about it I changed jobs shortly after and was now working as a circulation clerk at our local public library. Surrounded by women and in a very family-oriented and non-sexual environment, I figured my days of romantic adventure were...