Belching and farting as I wake up, sitting on the side of the damn bed. Another bitch laying beside me. A neighbor's 18 year old daughter. She wants to be a damn stripper at my club, so I fucked her. No reason to... I just wanted to fuck the slut. I grab a beer off the nightstand and down it... Belch again. My damn head is killing me. Too much coke and beer...
It was about eight hours after Mark drove away from the massage parlor when he got a text from Jen. "I need you, help!" His eyes went wide and he sucked in a sharp breath. "Where?" he texted back. He shut down his Uber app and waited an agonizing two minutes before he received a reply. It was an address on Lakeshore. He plugged the address into his GPS a...
2:00 AM. The library's abandoned; its cafe closed down eons ago—the adjoining lounge empty, save for two obstinate souls. Pecking, pecking. Brows furrowed; eyes straining. He's writing the paper he forgot about. She's writing the paper she chose to forget. Their side tables are sizzling skillets beneath their laptops, and their laps bear the permanent i...
My girlfriend had landed a bit part in our local community theater, and said she'd be in rehearsals for the next several weeks, then they'd have performances over a few weekends. She got me a ticket for the final performance so I could be with her at the cast party. She told me nothing about the play, except that it would be made up of comedy farces each ab...
Junior Year Abroad—Part 3 This is Part 3 of the Survivor Revival Challenge, organized by Tara Cox. This is the story of Jim & Marybeth, and eventually others, of course. You can expect daily installments. ***************** Jim is amazed by Marybeth's naiveté and her submission ******************* Sitting together in the loveseat of the elegant French...
Since her last messy escapade, Sam had been hoping for another similar opportunity. McNoodle King had been the perfect place for her to live out her newfound fetishes without too much risk. She'd even done an especially good job of cleaning up after herself - partly because her actions had made a thorough cleaning a necessity but partly because she hoped the...
Jim and Karen lived a few doors from their best friends Peter and Wendy. All in their mid-thirties, they had known each other since college days and since then had enjoyed many holidays and social events together. One Friday evening they found themselves in a group of eight at a wine tasting with various neighbors from the immediate area. The wine had loos...
I gripped my husband's arm as he paid $1,000 to the legendary pool shark, Missouri Slim. "No more," I whispered. "That's five straight losses. You can't beat him." Boy, was that ever the wrong thing to say. The money didn't matter -- my husband and I both had bank accounts with over a million in them -- but my husband 's competitive fire had been stoked....
"Password?" came the booming Voice, which appeared to emanate from swirling white clouds around the gates that I stood up to my knees on a cloud in front of. "Password?" I asked, puzzled. "Password!" insisted The Voice. "Pardon?" I am still confused. "No, that won't do at all," The Voice sounded quite pissed off. "Didn't they tell you that your password...
It had been the strangest of flights. Two hours of nervous glances and silence brought about by this unanticipated situation that we had now found ourselves somewhat locked into. A booze fueled recurring nocturnal fantasy seemed to have come to life in a strange slow motion, twilight zone kind of way. Was this gut churning nervousness being felt by me enti...