June Cleaver? My story starts off in much the same way as many, I suppose. A friend called me at work one afternoon to ask if we could meet for coffee. There was something he needed to talk to me about. Paul Jameson and I had been friends from high school. Although we weren't best buddies, we always got along well, and had socialized a lot over the years. H...
My next adventure happened in the middle of summer. Let me tell you a little of what led up to it. Mike was home for the weekend to see his buddies and me I guess. On Friday night Chris came over to hang out for a bit before they went out. It was the first time I had seen him since our encounter. He was cordial as was I but the tension in the air was stifli...
Author's Note Though not my first short story, this is my first short story in a very long time. Any constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated. Aside from the town in which this story takes place, any reference to persons, places or events is fictional. Any similarities are, of course, entirely coincidental. I hope you enjoy. * "Excuse me," I...
When you are out of work you will take any job and put up most things just to keep it. I do not like snobs, people who think they are a cut above everyone else and look down their noses at people they believe are of a lesser order than themselves. These people are usually shits, first class shits and the Chief Executive of the bank was typical of this kind o...
I was feeling good because I had gotten off early from work. I was the assistant manager of a shoe store in a mall and I worked a very irregular schedule. I had worked four hours today, and at one o'clock I was off for the day. I was driving home, and on the seat beside me was a small paper bag with a gift in it for my wife, Linda. Light blue nylon stockings...
Here we were on the road again. Four months into a six month tour. Another non-descript, cheap hotel, somewhere east of I-5 in California. One day left to go in the week, and we were over it. We had three shows the next day and were really looking forward to the spending the weekend in San Francisco. I was lucky on this two man show. Andy was a good guy, and...
I don't normally enjoy stories written in the 1st person or as if speaking to another person, but this story was written specifically to/for someone and so that style seemed to fit. Hopefully readers without my particular hangups will enjoy it regardless. Comments welcome! --- It was a warm Saturday night the last time the four of us got dressed up for d...
March 18th, 1985: Dear Diary, well it finally happened. I cheated on my husband, and I did it only two weeks after our anniversary. It's funny that, just yesterday, Roy tried to convince me to have a kid, but I am sure glad I took the pill today, because Branden came a lot. I'm certain that Roy would be very angry at the thought of his childhood friend fucki...
Seeing a tear run down his wife's cheek Jeff raised his hand to her face. His pointer finger ran up her face taking the little drop upon the tip of his finger. Before licking off the tear from his finger he asked, "what's wrong baby?" Jeff often took her wiped off tears into his mouth as it was his way to say he wanted to shoulder some of her pain. "I am cr...
WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! (c) copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved. * * * * * One of the perks one gets as a result of writing erotic stories is the feedback, some of which is quite interesting. One such feedback messa...