Shannon took off her reading glasses and popped an Advil. She was paying the bills in her dimly lit bedroom when the headache hit. The numbers weren't adding up, and it didn't help that Caroline, the sketchy tenant who lived in the room upstairs, wasn't paying her rent on time. She sat back in her reclining chair and thought about her ex, who was looking af...
Author's note: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious and are eighteen years of age or older. Any resemblance to any real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. ***** Jose had just finished shutting down his work PC and was about to leave the office when a text alert sounded on his mobile phone. He pulled it out of his pocket and r...
I'll advance to the point where Sunny and I had been married more than twenty years. Suzie then had two kids and still no official husband. Jerry Junior had graduated from the academy and was serving as a flight logistics officer at MacDill in Florida. Martin was in his sophomore year at a local university. Anna was in fifth grade and Amanda was in the third...
O'Hare's Irish Tea Rooms was a popular stop on the road to Dinglebury. The vivid green frontage shouted the ethnicity of both the owner and the fare. Time for Tea!" The Hatter made no apologies for the stop. Tea was a necessary part of his existence, as vital as his other two main occupations, breathing and buggery. "Do they serve coffee?" Hatter looked...
"Hello. Do you fix broken switches?" he asked by way of an introduction when I answered the phone. "Yes I can do that for you no problem," I answered, thinking just how easy it can be to earn twenty quid. He sounded quite young and his next announcement confirmed my thoughts. "Oh great. I threw me shoe at me girlfriend last night and missed. I mean, I mis...
Some days I don't know who wakes up first, him or me, by him I mean Little Ted. Some mornings he lies in and I don't see sight nor sound of him till late on in the day, but some mornings I wake up and he's already bolt upright and ready and raring to go. This morning is one of those mornings. I stumble into my boxers and walk downstairs and into the kitche...
I had just finished locking my office, and I decided to take one last look around the grounds before heading home for a long lonely Christmas holiday. I've worked in the cemetery for 5 years, longer than my marriage lasted. Where most people find cemeteries eerie and creepy, I find them fascinating, and enthralling. I think the difference lies in the fact th...
Elliott woke to a cold grey Saturday morning. His wife Betty was sound asleep next to him, so he rose carefully so as not to wake her. His unaccustomed nakedness caused him to shiver, he looked about and found his cast off sweat pants and a T shirt. Pulling them on he padded out of the bedroom quietly. "Coffee – lots of coffee" he thought to himself as he f...
Like many of life's finer pleasures, it's a matter of taste. When a man's cock paints his woman's tongue and tonsils with his hot sauce, how will it taste? Spicy, tangy, sweet? Or will it taste bitter, or bleachy? Enquiring minds want to know! Ever enquiring, Tabitha and Rex experimented with ways to improve the taste and texture of Rex' sometimes sour crea...
The skinny girl, the one with the bony hips and the tits that looked like they got stuck on afterwards with modeling clay, just read you a list of your faults - I mean, like a list written on one of those long sheets of yellow paper with the blue and red lines for Pete's sake - and you tell her to go to hell, as politely as possible. And as you walk down her...