It was a cool and breezy day as I entered the large department store by its large revolving door, inwardly I sighed at the thought of yet another laborious working day ahead I wearily made my way to the electrical department. The usual monotony of stocking shelves and the thought of marking them up for coming sales events did not enthrall me at all. Each d...
"Wow," thought Mike as he looked around at the gorgeous women strewn about the room all dressed in the sexist of clothes. "It's just like a candy shop." He watched two young women dressed identically as school girls (or maybe they were real school girls). Plaid mini-skirt; white blouse; loose short tie; little white lace topped ankle socks and wearing 4 in...
The drive from Milan to Venice passed uncomfortably, stuck in the tiny back seat of the Fiat with the remainder of our luggage, watching Allison flirt with Lorenzo using the Italian she had learned during her junior year studying at the University of Milan. The drive did afford me lots of time to reflect on how my life had changed so quickly over the last fe...
Sitting down at her computer in her big leather chair, for the first time since graduation, Angel feels an instant tension building inside her. Thoughts of those long tedious nights composing paper after paper, trying to keep her 3.89 average through her master’s program, playing on her mind. She shudders, and shrugs off the temptation to run from the room,...
Bastard, Jenny thought, trying her best to refrain from slamming the front door as she entered her aunt Beatrice's flat. She stood by the front door unsure what to do, her head a jumble of emotions - anger and self pity vying to dominate her state of mind. She wanted to go straight to the spare room her aunt was letting her stay in, but she knew she had to s...
The lights in the room dimmed and Tiffany looked around her only to realize that she was still lying naked with Jenni and Didi sitting near her. The strange pulse on her thigh reminded her exactly what it was she had just done and what had just happened to her. She felt so thirsty though. Tiffany shivered and covered her breasts with her arms as she wrapped...
"What do you want, Marley?" Jodi saw her reflection in his eyes and knew right away she was in trouble. She shouldn't have gazed into his eyes, knowing what would usually happen if and whenever she does. She was still brimming with anger, and the thought of rushing back home to kick her slutty daughter's ass was all she wanted to do right that moment. Excep...
"M...m....Melons..." My stammered exclamation hung there in the laundry room as the young woman and I stared at each other. I could not for the life of me recall her real name. She was, after all, not my son's girlfriend. If anything, she was a hanger-on, an occasional presence drinking beer or occupying a lawn chair while the boys worked on trucks. All th...
My name's Justin. I'm a 28 year-old banker and a high school baseball coach. I was raised by two amazing cooks and ever since I was a high schooler I've had a love affair with beer. As a result, I'm not exactly what you would imagine as the stereotypical athlete. But my upper-80s fastball and filthy changeup, coupled with the fact that I'm a lefty landed me...
I hate big box stores and I hate Target. I hate everything companies like this stand for. I hate the garbage they sell, the ethic of consumption they shove down societies throats, and I particularly hate the tentacles that trail behind them into the factories and sweatshops in far away lands where people who can't afford to even imagine the volumes of garbag...