its 7:15 and i'm awake. her hair is soft and in my ear and my thumb lightly rub rub up her forefinger. our hands are still clasped half under the sheet and together for so long, our palms are glued moist and warm. i listen to her breath in her sleep and she smells wonderful. and then she smells like motor oil. as i smile and begin to drift i squeeze her hand...
Writing the second draft of your novel. Finally finished? Blissful freedom? That's not a light at the end of a tunnel, that's an oncoming train. If you have just finished writing your novel, set it down, take a step away, and lock that sucker in a cupboard. Seal it up with chains. Light it on fire. Destroy it. You thought you had to tear your soul out the...
Jake couldn't thank the heavens enough for the fact that his fiancée was driving. About an hour after leaving the diner, he had started feeling an ominous churning in his stomach. At first, he had passed it off as his body digesting the last greasy junk meal they had. Then he thought it maybe indigestion. But no, as the discomfort travelled lower, it was cle...
Jonathan and I sat in the break room, sipping our sodas. He insisted that everyone call him Jonathan, except for me: he said I could call him Jackie as I was, as he put it, "a darlin' with nothing to hide". I was 24 and he was 32, so not really a big age difference there. He and I worked in retail, myself in the clothing department, and he was in the receiv...
I had just arrived home after five days on a business trip to Vegas. I walked through the front door around 9 AM. I knew that Debbie, my wife, would have left for work an hour prior to my arrival. I went to the kitchen and rummaged around in the refrigerator, found a cold slice of pizza and washed it down with a Pepsi. It always amazed Debbie that I could ea...
I felt the need to write a straight-forward sex piece (with more than a little humor.) This is a highly predictable little ditty I just needed to get out when I'd gone a little too long without any. Enjoy! ********************** "But he's such a dickwad!" "That's not your concern," Brian asserted levelly, "Who she chooses to date is up to her." "But..."...
I'm afraid to admit this. I don't think I should. If I do people will not think I am the sex goddess that I really am. I'm really, really good at sex but oh man, I hate anal sex! Hate it! Hate it! Hate it! Man I sound like a lame-O. I'll try to explain my disgust. First off, I hate taking a shit. I like that I can read while doing it but the actual act...
A new oil used to cook potato chips has some very unpleasant side effects for that one in ten thousand who eat it. Brian is one of those one in ten thousand and by the third quarter of the football game all hell breaking loose. By the end of the game, Brian was in a kind of hell till his wife Carol walked him out of there. Story Part 1 "Honey, you OK," Car...
After going through security and being frisk by the metal wand, Mary and Randy were finally on the plane making there way to their seats. Like always Mary was leading the way. Randy liked to give the impression that he was a gentleman when really he just liked the option of checking out Mary's well-turned ass. And him being 5'9" and her only 5'3" he could lo...
I felt sick to my stomach. No, lower—a burning twisted through me, making me squirm on the bed. This was it, then? This was what men fought wars over, what women left home for? This was The Big Thing? The forbidden-to-me-until-now s-e-x? There was nothing fun about it. I felt like I was about to have diarrhea. Brendan smiled slyly at me. I bet he couldn'...