I feel sorry for people who don't drink. When they wake up in the morning, that's as good as they're going to feel all day. - Frank Sinatra - Full sun through the window, that feeling you just know it must be 11 A.M and it seems like death would be a better feeling than this? You likely know how I feel. Half the day gone and all I want to do is lay prone wi...
I had been drafted into working on a weekend afternoon by a supervisor at my organic-mix cleaning supply company. My job was just a production floor position, but I had built up enough time and trust there to be allowed free rein without direct oversight. Guys like me generally didn't want to work the overtime, but I needed the extra money and also to keep m...
"What are you hoping to achieve?" she asked herself. "In sanity's name girl, get a hold of yourself!" She stared blankly at the email message on her screen. In her direct and witty fashion she had penned an email message to an ex-lover, which sat idly waiting to be sent. "You're a fool." Exasperated, she hit delete. Again. Each night for 3 nights she had d...
Here I have the first part of two stories I want to work on. Now that Christmas break is near and I'll have a ton of free time, I want to get back into writing. Please vote on which story you would rather read in the comment section. Don't be shy to include what you think should happen as well. I would love to incorporate some of your ideas! If you like both...
I know Rae as being a quiet women. I like quiet. She has a voice that's soft, light, silken. Her words are kind, simple and smart. And then there's her body, it shouts suggestive, mischievous, naughtiness, improper. Rae works evenings at the Trident coffee and second hand book store in downtown Boulder. I don't see her elsewhere, just there. Tonight a frag...
She was a nicely-built brunette, early 20s, glasses, eye makeup; she was wearing pushup bra, tartan micro skirt and heels and smoking a cigarette every time I passed. I looked at her for three days; she started to wave after a while, then she opened the door and I told her I was just looking. She replied "yeah, for three days..." I was with a work colleagu...
The day had been one of those that you always dread. It seemed like I was speaking Chinese to everyone I met. Nothing made sense and I had to explain myself too many times. I needed a break from everyone, so I headed to Garcias for a few beers, bad Mexican food and the anonymity that makes it my sanctuary. I drank too many Coronas and when I fell into my be...
This is just another story, for the November competition, not for the winter-themed comp. I make this offer - comment and I will comment on your recommendation. What is that smell you get when you step into a circus tent? Piss and shit, of course. Damaged grass, sweat, diesel and hot lights. But sex is part of it. Circuses are great for the kids, of cou...
A very special thanks to my editor! * The day had been physically and emotionally exhausting for Charmion. It was 2:00 and she had finally gotten a break for a quick lunch. After her short conversation with Aiden, they had hardly spoken to each other. Charmion would catch herself sneaking sidelong glances at Aiden, but quickly chided herself for her lack...
Gentle Steps to Complete Domination Ch. 01 Roger was a nice guy, that everyone agreed but, maybe, he was just a little too nice, a little boring. He was short and a little weedy and was very shy with women so he found it very difficult to find a girlfriend. He wasn’t experienced and his boyish, fumbling charm wore off women very quickly. He was surprised t...