The Post Office Part 1. (Dylan's story) A local English Post Office is generally a pretty dull affair. An institution older than most of the customers and staff that frequent it. Where younger generations have gone digital for just about everything, the older generation still like to use the Post Office for these things, to see a friendly face, get out th...
Thomas Matthews looked at himself in the mirror and shook his head. "How did I get here?" he said aloud, to no one. Thomas was a pretty typical 50 year old man. White male, salt and pepper hair, a dad bod (but working on it), glasses for reading and an empty nester. He had a good job as an insurance executive, was well thought of and was well respected in t...
You can find beauty in any moment if you try hard enough. There are other moments you don't have to try at all. Claire's smooth porcelain face enters with a toothy smile. I can't help but smile back and wonder if she knows. If there's a part of her intuition that can smell the pussy on my face. That can sense my discomfort that she just missed Camilla by a m...
Beautiful Order of Rare Girls Chapter 1 It was like any other day, I worked, came home, took a shower, I fixed myself some dinner and sat down at the computer to play around the net. Looked at some porn, browsed chat rooms. I would enter and watch the conversations, I didn't engage unless there was something I found interesting. I had joined half a dozen c...
Thanks-taking "Thank you for coming home with me for Thanksgiving." She said as they drove down the dusty road. "You are welcome." He said as he looked out the window enjoying the landscape. "I know it is not much to look at, but it is home." She muttered apologetically. "I think it is beautiful scenery. The different color rock layers, the splash of gr...
On this Sunday, Pearl was in a pissy mood, but she knew better than to show it. Whenever she spoke, and that wasn't often, she kept a docile tone. Instead of working with her favorite group, the mostly Lumbee women, the current manager, Greg, had told her to work with the older couple of women. Normally that wouldn't be a problem, but these women were tell...
Those of you who've read my posts know that I'm not a fan of second-person voice stories - those that say "you did this, and you said this," sort of thing. However, this one just seems to have demanded that, since it's how I think of it, and it's how it happened. Before I go there, I should say that some months ago, I got a very complimentary email from a...
She stood at the front entrance of an old industrial brick warehouse, having been converted to posh flats in a now gentrified former slum. A small bulb lit the door and intercom. Behind her, darkness engulfed the visitor parking lot, occasionally lit amber by a few dim street lamps. Beyond, an empty sidewalk and wharf looked over the bay. It had rained, leav...
It was cold in my room when he walked in. I didn't even lift my eyes from where they rested, staring out my window, nor turn to face him. "You shouldn't be here." It went without saying, so why did I even bother? Because someone should say it. When we looked back on this, it might make us both feel better that someone had the courage to say it. I know it...
Elder Maxson heard about her before he saw her. Paladin Danse had come in no more than a week ago to talk about the recruit that saved them at the Cambridge Police Station. Danse looked impressed as he told him about how she appeared out of nowhere, guns blazing, her 10mm pistol shooting the limbs off the abominations in her way. She obliterated the feral gh...