THE GOOD, THE BAD AND THE UGLY "You got a hernia," the naked chick slurred beneath breath wreaking of Good Times Cigarillos and cheap tequila. "A hyena?" I quipped, thrusting uncontrollably between the moistened thighs of her comparably nude friend. "No, goddamnit. A hernia! A fuckin' hernia!" What I believed that word meant at once registered within my...
Some of Roscoe’s men came to relieve me early the next morning and I headed for my house. I had just finished my shower when Moose showed up. Instead of his biker gear, he had on coveralls that looked like they were half a size too small for his bulky body. He also had a greasy cap was perched on the wild mass of his dark hair. He looked exactly like a mecha...
I settled into an overstuffed, dingy green armchair near the window with my cup of cappuccino. This café is my Sunday morning ritual. I get my morning coffee and sit for hours to people-watch. This particular morning there was a good mix of 20- and 30-somethings. My eyes grazed over a few guys who might be worth a second look. I caught one guy peering over h...
At one time or another, men and women both need a fuck buddy in their lives. This person is not someone looking for a permanent or long term relationship. A Fuck Buddy is someone who can scratch that proverbial itch for some hot and wild fucking when you're either a single woman, such is my case. My favored Fuck Buddy lives two states away. With both of us l...
As I was driving home from work my favorite song came on. It's an oldie but I love it. Anyway as I got carried away into the music I suddenly notice red lights flashing behind me. Oh shit I thought, as I looked at my speedometer. I was going 80 M.P.H. and hadn't realized it. As I pulled over I quickly adjusted my outfit and unbuttoned my blouse dangerously l...
It was late on Friday night and I had just missed the8:30 by a couple of minutes. I was in the city for a meeting that ran very late and found myself sitting alone at a bar in Union Station while I waited for the last train home in the 'burbs.. I called my wife and told her not to wait up. I was nursing a drink because my budget wouldn't permit a second wh...
( just a small story wrote for fun to pass the time, and ponder life from the other side of the street.) They called me a whore. They said I was a slut. That I was a destroyer of happy homes. How happy could their homes have been when their husband was spending his hard earned money to pay me to give him a blowjob? To bend me over and take me as hard...
Twas' a cold wintry night in the mountains of Montana, where Jack's car had stalled near an iced over river. Nobody in sight to aid him in jump-starting his '98-ford escort that simply couldn't take the winding curves and high altitude of the icy roads and punishing winds. Jack was on his way to his sister's wedding when the car had died, exhausted itself ou...
After what could only be termed a terrible divorce, I decided I needed a road trip. I hadn't been anywhere in a long time and before I was married I would often take off for weekend jaunts. It was a way for me to clear my head. Packing a bag I threw it in the back seat of my vintage Mustang Convertible and headed off. I loved this car, I had bought when I w...
(I was challenged to write a story from the feminine point of view.) He arrived just as I predicted he would. Ever since we became Instant Message buddies, he had been putty in my hands. It was easy for me to seduce him. He was already in an unhappy marriage to a total frigid bitch for years. Poor boy's only climaxed thanks to those porn sites and more rece...