Weatherfield England, Summer 2012, the London Olympics year. This is Johnno Allthwaite 'Marathon Man's story in his own words. * We was down the Flying Horse one night having a few bevvies Al and me when this bloke in a tracksuit with a clipboard and stopwatch walks in. "Hey, no trainers allowed in here," some clever dick twat in a roll neck sweater pipe...
During the summer months Tom and I liked to go to Capri on weekends. If we weren't on leave or visiting other places like Pompeii, the Amalfi Coast and other point of interest, we would go to Capri. It was incredibly reasonable as long as you knew where to stay and where to eat. As soon as we had liberty call on Friday afternoon, we took a city bus downtown...
The Catcher "Yes, well, it's about a fellow named, well, he's had several names, but I'll use his original name, Bill Harbidge." "Harbidge," I repeated. "I've never heard of him." "Of course not, but if you choose to write about him, he'll become famous enough." "Who is he?" "Ah, now that's the story, Roy, that's the story." I lit up a Philip Morris, g...
Simon was a normal 18 year old virgin male in Wolverhampton, England, until he reached his 18th birthday and he underwent certain changes no normal human goes through. He began to sense when someone was feeling horny and in the case of females he could sense when it was there time of the month. This wasn't a problem until his 20th birthday when he began to...
All characters are adults. ***** My murder trial took all of one morning, and most of its time Todd's ma used for crying and screaming at me. But I didn't go quietly and was restrained to stop the fingers she got from me while she put on her show. I'm not one for thinking shit out, I do, and if I fuck up I take what I get. Math is for pussies. The jury con...
Author's Note: I got the idea for this piece after watching the video to "Show Me How to Live" a few times. It's amazing how a few gratuitous shots can start you down that celebrity-fantasy road. My apologies to Chris' wife, but sometimes you just got to share. * * * * * The sun was setting over the far distant hills and fatigue was settling in. You can on...
The summer of 1984 was hot in South Carolina, and the temperature inside the packing plant where Keith and Anne had a summer job wasn't any cooler. Keith was ready to begin his freshman year in college while Anne was to begin her junior year in high school. Anne had long wavy honey blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. She was about 5-6, curvy, with ample b...
As soon as Missy entered her apartment she lifted her skirt and ran her fingers over the front of her panties- extending them downward to cup her Venus Mound and the front of her pussy. Her panties were everyday cotton but the fabric was thin enough to reveal the smoothness of the newly waxed skin below rather than the unevenness of the hair to which she'd b...
Love is only a dirty trick played on us to achieve continuation of the species. ~W. Somerset Maugham, A Writer's Notebook, 1949 *** Jason Gideon fidgeted in the underbrush. After a lifetime of these sorts of things, he knew better, but it did not matter. Once again, someone he cared for was in danger. Danger that he had brought. He was nothing but bad luck...
People call me BC. Big Cat. A nickname I've had since I was a boy. However, during my years at art college I was known as 'Fluffer'. These are the stories of that time. Fluffer's tales. # To introduce you to Anne-Marie I need to take you back to the Saturday evening of the infamous weekend that I was both crushed by my ex, and "educated" by my best friend,...