Man, sometimes you just get tired of the old shit and want to try something new. My name is Steve Vincent and this is an absolutely true story. I'm an African-American living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I'm originally from the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I've been living in the Confederation of Canada since 2009. And I'm still not used to...
The Ringley's Discover what Jenni Does for a Living - or - (Daddy's Little Girl) A Satire In One Act Fade up to: A typical "white bread" suburb in the "wilds" of upper middle class any town Pennsylvania. Pan to: A somber tree lined street with identical looking Cape Cods, and Tudor style houses in a cliche of alleged respectability, four car garages, an...
"Baby, I'm home," I called out as I entered through the front door into the hall way. Our football team had played terribly but at least a few beers after in the local had raised my spirits somewhat. "Is food ready?" I called as I started towards the dining room door My wife entered the hallway from the kitchen and froze. The colour in her face went from t...
During the middle 70s my wife Jackie and I met an interesting couple. Their names were Jo and Bill. Both were slender average looking people with very active sex lives. I had met Jo at work. We both worked in a big hotel. I found her attractive and easy to talk to. During one of our conversations I asked her if she fooled around. She said she did, if her hus...
Rain tapped a steady beat on the tin roof of the old house. Various vessels were placed to catch the water as it leaked through the ceiling. Chloe was in the tiny dinning room looking out one of the windows watching the rain that had steadily fell for the past five days. She cursed herself for not having the roof inspected before she moved in to her grandmot...
Kate woke up naked in the middle of the floor, still questioning in her head if what happened really happened. She rubbed her eyes and looked around the room to see her outfit neatly folded on the bed along with the naughty sheet that probed her. "What the..." Kate muttered to herself before she was cut off by a tiny voice behind her. "Wakey wakey sleepy h...
Author’s note -- This is a work of pure fiction. There is no connection to any real people or places. Any resemblance to real life people, events, or someone else’s writings is coincidental. It is for entertainment only and is not to be reproduced without written consent. **************************** My name is Egan (25), and my great, great, great gr...
"No. No. No. It is N-A-T-A-L-I-A. Yes like Natalie but with an 'A' at the end. Yes. Natalia Richardson." As I pace back and forth I decide to close my bedroom door so my voice will not travel to the common living area I share with my new roommate. It's not until after my door is closed do I realize the pointless gesture considering my roommate is deaf, or al...
I've always had a crush on Cynthia. She's perfect in every way. 5'3", long, wavy, red hair, tiny waist, small perky breasts ... I could go on and on. I've only spoken to her in passing, but I'm infatuated nonetheless. I suppose now I should explain that Cynthia is the woman that lives in the building directly across from me in the April Gardens Apartment com...
Cheryl sat in the living room mindlessly listening to the weatherman's weather report and sipping her morning coffee while watching the snow make snowcaps out of the cars parked outside. They should have cancelled school she thought, but this surprise snowstorm had fooled everyone. She could have used another hour's sleep instead of having had to drive the k...