Urban Oddballs: Bitch Days Edited by Thegreat_pretender "Ah c'mon sis, it's too early to go for a walk!" Quiz said as Poppy pulled at her sheets with her mouth. Poppy barked and wagged her tail as she pushed against her little sister in bed with her paws. The plump bitch was eager to go out for a walk as early as possible. "Okay, okay, hold on, I gotta p...
WARNING: This story is an act of fiction that contains graphic sexual descriptions and language. If you are a minor (under 21) or if you are offended by this kind of material then you should stop reading now. Any resemblance between this story and a real event is coincidental. The participants are imaginary; their actions have no negative consequences other...
2004 He wasn't Irish. That was the main thing. He was Austrian, from Amstetten, a town Gina had never heard of. He came to them highly touted, a profile-raising catch for the school who could now boast a native-speaking German teacher alongside their French one. Solange, however, was out on maternity leave that autumn. Had she been there, they would have...
Mike Thomas was your normal business junior executive. His life was what one would expect of a thirty year old married man. He and his thirty-year-old wife, Jean, a freelance writer, were the proud parents of a three-year-old girl, Macy. Everything in Mike's life was moving the way it should have except one thing. Their love life had slacked off in the recen...
"Archie, for the love of Pete, would you please turn down that damn music so I can hear Nadeen," Nancy screamed at the boy, while covering the cell phone receiver with the palm of her hand. She was sitting in the middle of a king-sized bed with a couple of pillows behind her back. A loose housecoat gaped open revealing most of her bosom and belly. Her bare l...
In 1984, I worked a summer job as research assistant for my brother-in-law, Richard, a forestry professor at Boise State University. The job, conducting pine bark beetle surveys, took me into the wilderness four days each week, and during my time off, I stayed with Rich, my sister Abbey, and their young children, Chloe, 3, and Luke, newborn. June 4th was m...
HYPOTHETICAL MARITAL CATASTROPHE (PART TWO) (Proviso: This story is a work of fiction. All characters were created for the purpose of telling the story. Any similarity between any character and any person living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters were created as adults at least 21 years old.) "Knackered," a word that had fascinated her English...
Chris was sat at his desk, drinking a large coffee, happy that he had finally put a very large contract job to bed. The job was one that he'd had on the back burner for many years. During a quiet spell, he'd gone to a large site ripe for development and measured, took photos and spoke with planners he knew in the town council. He spent free time working on...
"The mail-woman was walking funny again," I said to Rick as I freshened his Five Burroughs (that's a Manhattan with five parts bourbon) from a pitcher, our modest collection of letters clutched in my other hand. "Maybe that's because somebody keeps sodomizing her with a fat, massive cock, my shining jewel of beauty," Rick offered before taking a sip. I pou...
"I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who fucks my wife under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it." Unknown (because no one has actually ever said this). * * * After the day's rains, the asphalt glistened in the harsh glare of the sodium vapor lamps that were...