As I remember waking up: Something wasn't right with the world. It wasn't anything specific, just a bunch of little things that stacked up to a lasting feeling of unease. The sky wasn't right; it was very bright, so bright it was more white than blue. But the harshness didn't hurt my eyes or even make me squint, and it wasn't hot either. The pavement felt...
The Driver I am a Refuse Removal Technician or, more commonly, a garbage man. Really, garbage men are athletes they send in at the end of an already-decided athletic event. Me, I work against the clock to keep customers happy. Want to get someone upset? Just don't pick up their refuse after a week. I drive alone and use a lifting apparatus to put customers'...
"Princess!" I called for the dozenth time today, this time down an alleyway. "I got your princess right here, Mario!" came a guttural reply from the shadows. "Oh, fuck you," I muttered, moving on. Princess, who I had originally named Selina, had been a black cat in heat that my unwanted resident witch had transformed into a human woman in heat. With Demie...
I awoke on Thursday morning. I knew it was Thursday because I could hear the garbage truck rounding the cul de sac. Over the truck though I could also hear swearing of the female type. I looked out the window to see Shalna outside in her house coat trying to drag the garbage cans to the curb. Brian's truck was gone so he must've left for work already. I watc...
[The inspiration for this work of fiction came from an e-mail joke, one that I had received umpteen dozen time before. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. The reality of the locations and the principal two characte...
Jim was bored. He sat in the last row of the lecture hall and tried to follow the professor in the front, a task which wasn't made easier by him barely getting sleep last night, after he had been out with friends. No more Sunday evenings, he mumbled and put his head into his hands. Behind him the door to the room creaked and when he turned around, Jim saw hi...
"Anne, you about ready to go?" Mark yells to me from downstairs. I can tell Mark is getting impatient, but I want to look really good for him tonight. We've been living together for several years now, and I so look forward to our date nights. They don't seem to happen as often as they used to, so I want to make this one very special. I went out and bought a...
The small pellets of ice stung her face and the wind blew as only a prairie wind could. It tugged at the hem of her long, down coat and chilled her thighs. She glanced at the Christmas shoppers as they scurried, head down, across the mall parking lot to the safety of their cars. "Victoria, what are you doing out on a night like this?" she asked herself. The...
The next day is Saturday and I get up early with a huge morning boner. It is about 5:30 am and the apartment house is silent. I wonder to myself if anyone else is up? I put on my boots and walk over to my door with my hard on leading the way, and open the door. I neither hear nor seen anyone. I decide it is time to do a garbage run. I take the contents from...
The distant sound of a siren woke Jessie briefly in the early morning. Almost immediately the yips and wails of the pack answered back. It only took a couple of minutes for the ambulance to rush by on the highway below the hill and then everything settled down again, the soft background hum of a sleeping city soothing her back to sleep. As she showered in t...