Sally came home early on Friday afternoon and she spotted Jack's car in the driveway. She wondered if Jack and her 18 year old son were having sex again. She had only seen them together that one time but she suspected there was a reason that Jack was spending more time at her house lately. Sally decided to be quiet when she entered her home and secretly hope...
"A memory is what is left when something happens, and does not completely unhappen." -Edward DeBono 1 "Has anyone seen Vic?" "Nope; not me Mom." "Ne neither." "No? Vanessa, Veronica; neither of you? How about you Vance? Didn't you guys walk home together?" "No Mom. We stopped walking home together." "What? When the Hell did that start?" "Like a cou...
The knocking at the door persisted and eventually penetrated the layers of sleep. The rain had stopped and whoever was out there wasn't going away. A number of possibilities came to mind, none of them good. It had to be connected to the girl. Her father; her mother; a boyfriend ...? I've always been a glass half empty kind of bloke, a pessimist. My accommod...
Hi! It's me Diana Johnson again. You know, the tiny woman married to that big hunk Bob. Well, some of the readers of my first story (the one which started in the Kitchen) have asked me to write a bit more about our adventures. When I think about it, there is quite a bit to report, and some things moved in a direction I would never have guessed. You may rec...
The bottle hit the floor. The thick brown glass bottom gave an especially dark and heavy thud. I love that sound. It's the sound of familiarity, of being home, of not being shot at. The empty bottle spun in a circle as if to taunt me to play a game of truth or dare with myself. The TV had suddenly switched from late night re-runs of Columbo to a morning talk...
Until the middle of May of my freshman year, I attended classes at the University of North Texas (UNT). Partying consumed more time than studying, and my grades weren't good. As a result, the Dean put me on probation the next semester. When classes ended, I hitch-hiked to Oklahoma City, it wasn't one of the most intelligent things I ever did. I was 25 years...
Among the perks of wealth is the contacts you make and control, especially in a small town. My contracting and waste disposal and recycling firm holds a stranglehold on the local economy. I control the roads, the trash, and the building construction. Through my significant campaign donations I own the local District Attorney, all the judges, the sheriff and...
Of course I am writing all of this after the fact so I am skipping that which I deem mundane, and focusing on what, in hindsight, was especially critical. So forgive me if I don't babble on about my childhood, pleasant suppers, lover's spats, my wife's sexual attributes, or languid lovemaking. Our marriage has settled into the long run phase, where we were b...
NOTE: If you run over this story elsewhere, it's because I'm posting it on three websites. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * FOREWORD: To those of you who have never read any of my stuff before, this is a plain old dirty story. Hopefully, it's hot. I'd like to think it's kind of fun. It is semi-autobiographical. I did have a friend like this, but his...
Day 17 "So, er, all ok?" David said, nervously. Annabelle had only got home an hour before and they had barely said a word. "Yep, all fine," she said, flicking through the clothes in her wardrobe. "I'm going out again in a bit, so you'll have to entertain yourself today." "Oh, right, where are you off to? Is it with Curtis?" "Yes, we're going to a sex sh...