Hazel was woken by her husband rolling over and pulling most of the bedclothes off of the bed. As she rearranged the covers she looked at his sleeping form. As usual he was naked, fingers of one hand entwined in the dark curly hair she had once found so attractive and the fat penis she had once thought of as hers alone lying on his overweight belly and thick...
It's only August and I have just seen the first shameless display of Christmas capitalism in a major chain store. It reminded me of a story I wrote a long time ago. I've decided to repost it here. Merry Christmas (in August). The following is an unpublished work of adult fiction. Any resemblance of characters in this work to any person, living or dead, is u...
"The only certainties in this life are death and taxes," Brandon Jones said with a sigh. Lying on a hospital bed, in the intensive care unit of the Ottawa Hospital Civic Campus, Brandon felt his eyes drooping, although whether that had to do with the meds or his general tiredness, he couldn't say for sure. He would have fallen asleep again if it weren't for...
When I married Susan, I had known she was bisexual. For most of our marriage it had been exciting and different. I had known that she would occasionally cheat on me with girls, and she had let me cheat whenever I was out of town. We always shared the details with each other, and it usually led to really hot sex. On occasion, we had even cheated with the same...
"I'm at my wit's end, Darlene. I've moved out, filed for divorce." "Janice, I feel for you. It's a bad time. But it's happened to others. Give it time and things will settle down." I took another sip of my drink. What am I doing in a bar drinking Chardonnay with a co-worker? Venting my frustration, I guess. "Probably so," I finally said. "But I think my ca...
She sat at her desk and read the memo that she found lying in the middle of her desk when she came in that morning. The information it contained was disturbing and she frowned. She had promised her husband that she would free her schedule so the two of them could take a four day weekend and sneak off and be alone. The arrangements were made. Jake had made th...
Just a little flash story that came to me while I was doing some research. Very little sex. ***** I felt fear clutch at my heart when I saw his car in the driveway. What the hell was he doing here? He'd made it pretty plain over the last few months he wanted nothing to do with me. The last time he told me if I didn't stop he would make me. I laughed at him...
It was a normal, everyday Spring Thursday, and I had just arrived home after a grueling 55 minute commute which had totally drained whatever energy I had left completely out of me. Every day this week traffic had been bad, the result of some of the endless "improvements" the Department of Transportation felt strong enough about to extend into rush hour. I w...
Debbie examined the shirt collar again with a disgusted smirk on her face. She had enough of Scott's crap. This wasn't the first time she found lipstick on his clothing. Scott had been coming home late ever other evening from work and he expected her to stay home and wait and be his servant. Wash his cloths, make his dinner, keep the house clean. It was th...
I woke up under a bridge last week. True story. Three tests to cram, and one essay analyzing the socio economic themes of the 'Great Gatsby'. Before that I have to actually read the damned thing, which dear lord is a slog to get through. How do you stay up all night and study with enough energy left over to rally and take tests and turn in that essay; Adde...