"Happy Valentine's Day." The roses dropped on my plate, and I looked up in surprise. "Do I know you?" I was at my favorite Chinese takeout restaurant for dinner. It was Valentine's Day, but I was alone and content. The man before me was white, twice my age, and dressed in a disheveled suit. "No," he said, dourly answering my question, "But I spent too much...
I sat watching the TV. USC was playing Nebraska. It was a close game heading into the 4th quarter. Without Reggie Bush and Lendel White, USC had their hands full. I notice my wife walk out of the kitchen. She had a sour look on her face. It seems like lately she always has a sour look on her face. Two months ago our youngest had just left for college and for...
Foreword: Do NOT take this one seriously, folks. It's just another BTB satire of mine where the main character gets some fairly twisted revenge on his cheating slut wife and her Asshole lover. FAIR WARNING: This is FANTASY. It is NOT REALITY. Just wanted to make that clear right quick for the "super-realists" out there. LOL Oh, and as an homage to StangSt...
The girl's name was Lena. She was slumped on the toilet, groaning intermittently as the laxative induced bowel spasms flowed through her. She was about to suffer further indignity as Divora picked up a selection of metal bulldog clips and barked orders at her. Lena lifted her long legs up onto the toilet rim, breasts squashed against her thighs and face pe...
You look at the little bottle of syrup skeptically. "What is this stuff again?" "It's a hormone," your roommate says. "Obviously it's a little more complicated than that, but that's the gist of it. A little something me and some of the med school guys whipped up in our spare time. Forget what it is - here's what it does. It boosts yo...
I had been kneeling in front of Ms. Panington for some time as she finished her breakfast of omelet, bacon, toast, and orange juice. My mind was firing in a confused fashion and I was unsure which of many thoughts, feelings, and impulses to pay attention to, and which to ignore. Fight or flight was quite pronounced and I contemplated getting up then and ther...
Thanks to RNebular for his editing skills. It makes an easier read when someone else proofreads my work. His skills are of a tremendous help. This is a short story of the life of a Bastard. That would be me. Not much dialogue in the story but a humorous rendition of a guy that could not keep it in his pants. Learning the hard way that maybe he really was a...
I caught them. I caught them making love in the basement and when I did, I got inside my car and murdered my daughter's cat. Now, I am in my bedroom staring down at my French pedicure, and wondering if I should make tea. There is a woman across the room in the mirror above the makeup drawer. She is my reflection. She is saying something. She is saying that I...
I have an obsession for everything anal and think about it often. I only write for the sake that maybe someone else will enjoy it or be inspired by it, nothing more. I have a strong desire to share my dirty thoughts with those willing to enjoy them. This story serves as a myriad introduction to what I think about, if you like it, there's a theme, and varia...
-I think there’s someone at the door. Peter sighed and looked away from the newspaper he had been reading since he had started his breakfast with his family. He looked at his wife and smiled. After sixteen years of marriage, as both were approaching their forties, he was still in love with Laura. Her brown hair, her blue eyes, not to mention her generous cur...