Lacey Wentz- yes, that's actually her name- was the staff photographer for the engineering firm where I worked. Her work had appeared in the pages of Architectural Digest and other publications, she was really quite good. She was also quite mad. There were numerous office jokes going around behind her back- that she was in a steady state of PMS, that she was...
Hello, and welcome to the ninth issue of Tales from Snippettsville, Short Stories From A Small Town. If you want to know what it's all about, go to Snippettsville Group If you have any feedback, and let's face it, as writers we all love feedback, just click on the author's name, in blue at the head of their piece. If you want to make a general comment on...
Keith Foxx had made love to Mary Ruuthouse for nearly three hours. Choosing to educate the Mennonite beauty of all that her beliefs had denied her. Every possible position Keith could recall he introduced her to. Breathlessly she accepted her fate with a gracious starvation of welcomed knowledge. For Mary her past life had faded away for these three hours....
Bronagh O'Shea was always waiting. She had waited until she was eighteen to marry, and now she spent her married existence waiting again. When she wasn't waiting for Donald O'Shea, her husband of seven years, to get out of bed and come through for breakfast, she was waiting for him to come home for his dinner. Waiting for him to find gainful employment since...
Gabby Thomas lay in her bed. Her eyes were across the room, gazing at the sleeping figure of Leanna Cavanagh, her roommate and her mother's lovers daughter. They had not got off to the best of starts, but recently there had been a slight thawing of the icy, not to say bitchy relationship between the two eighteen year olds. Despite being sexually active wit...
Irene is a 43-year-old woman, married with two kids. She's a quarter Cherokee, a quarter German, a quarter Filipina and a quarter Thai. She has long black hair, a big round ass and thick thighs, and she loves to dance. Now that her kids are a little older, she likes to go out on the weekends and dance with her girlfriends. Guys hit on her all the time but a...
Jessabelle had long brown hair and blue eyes. Her full breasts and curves made wearing a dress difficult, but Jessa secretly enjoyed going out in men's clothing to hunt and spy on the soldiers marching their rounds. As the daughter of the captain of the guards Jessa was not considered a lady or a commoner. Tonight, was terribly cold and windy and Jessa saw h...
I try not to be too predictable. When you have a job like mine, it's best not to have a pattern. But I do manage to stop in at the Drug Store most days for coffee and to catch up on what is going on. Joyce always knows all the gossip in town. Joyce has been running the lunch counter here for 30 years. Try the tuna salad sandwich with a cup of tomato soup for...
X. "What's the point of fucking if you can't bust a nut?" For six days after her encounter with Blue, Jannie's sexual burn receded into irrelevance. She cheerfully went about her daily chores. She contributed to dinnertime conversations without any undue tight-lipped strain. She fucked her brother occasionally but with none of her earlier vehemence. Sh...
Or, "what would Annie Sprinkle do?" *** Everybody here is a grown up; meaning an adult at least eighteen years of age or older. That includes the reader, the author and the fictional characters depicted in the story. Even if some of us don't act as if we are. *** What would Annie Sprinkle do? I thought I knew the answer to that question. I just needed t...