It had been a hell of a day. Gary Morris, 38, sat on the commuter train on his way home. He'd gotten up late, he'd gotten a speeding ticket on the way to the train station, and had arrived on the platform just in time to see his train depart. When he'd gotten onto the next train they'd gone a whole four stops before they were delayed by a half hour. Once in...
I'm 49; an artist, photographer, owner and manager of a small ego. My studio is in the renovated barn of my inheritance: a rambling collection of farmhouse and associated buildings in rural Norfolk. The farm had been in my family's hands since the 1700s. My father had run it as a mixed arable and dairy concern and I had worked on it as only a farmer's child...
When you're the only daughter of a powerful and old-fashioned family, they tend to be a bit overprotective. As much as a family can love its precious daughter, they must understand that someday, she'll have to flap her wings and fly away. That's the way of nature, and of the mundane world. I wish my parents understood that. My name is Nasira "Nana" Boubacar...
She closed her eyes as she stepped on the scale, not wanting to see until it stopped changing. Slowly opening just one eyelid she peeked. The red digits glowed 125. "125! I'm 125? Holy shit!" Leaping up she fell backward off the scale and stumbled against the bathroom wall. The bath towel fell off and she looked at herself in the mirror. The body looking ba...
Nothing quite like coming home to my lady at the end of a battle-weary day, folks. My name is Alan James Voltaire, A.J. to my friends, and I was born in the City of Cap-Haitien, Haiti, and raised in the City of Montreal, Quebec. My parents James and Marie Voltaire moved with my siblings and I to provincial Quebec in the tumultuous 1980s. I came to the City...
Janelle read her instruction booklet as best she could on her knees. It was hard because the wind fluttered the pages, so she propped her knee on top of it to keep the book open to today's page. October 3, 2016 1) Laundry 2) Groceries—see list in your purse She stopped there. Groceries? How was she supposed to get groceries like this? She couldn't even us...
My name is Michael Davis and I met my future wife while attending evening classes at The University of Tennessee in criminal justice. I was a patrolman for the Knoxville Police Department and had obtained a permit from campus police to carry my off duty .357. I was so glad for that the night I exited class and heard a woman's screams across the half empty co...
The cab ride home was dreamy and I settled into my waiting bed with a smile. I slept until noon when Danny woke me up with his latest heartbreak. He forgot all about it in the wake of realizing I had gotten laid and we celebrated with mimosas and a BBC 5 marathon. He left to have tea with his grand dame of a mother and I settled into writing. I forgot to ea...
After fucking both Jessie and Paul earlier that day, I was worn out for a while. They were a bit sore themselves, especially Jessie, who had been DP'd twice. We badly needed to eat something, so we would have the strength to fuck again. "How about some catering from the bar? You like their food a lot anyway, don't you, Dan?" Paul suggested. "Oh, come on. I...
It's a hot, steamy afternoon, I wait alone in the office as everyone else has left for home. I look at my watch wondering where the applicant for the personal assistant position is and wondering if I shouldn't just write her off and go home myself. She arrives, dressed in a short skirt and sleeveless top, I notice straight away that she's not wearing a bra,...