What a day! The afternoon dragged on and on. Just looking forward to getting something for dinner and going home. You realize how bored at work you are when you start think about what you want for dinner at 2. Traffic sucked. Ignorant, inconsiderate, impatient assholes cutting in and out thinking they are more important than everyone else. I try to ignore t...
Note from SouthernPeaches: The following is a response I received to the "Gina series" of stories. Thanks to "Mr. thRob" for the lovely and romantic tale, and for being a Gina admirer! ********* *********** ********** I had been thinking of her for a while. She had been on my mind in the best of ways. She would appear in my dreams, and sometimes she wou...
Many people, mainly men, experience vicarious and varied thrills from watching the sexual acts of others: be they partners or simply strangers caught in flagrante delicto. The following chapter, and subsequent tales, set out to explore the peccadillos of people across many cultures and different times throughout history to illustrate that we may have progres...
I couldn't help but stare down at the empty glass that mocked me on the table, the spiraled bamboo skewer that once held three olives abandoned beside it on the coaster. It seemed to just grin at me, taunt me to take more, taste more. I was on drink number two now, but the alcohol was taking effect quickly. Perhaps I should have eaten before I decided to ven...
It was the end of another long day. Ten hours at work, six hours at home, all non-stop -- dealing with churlish contactors at the former and irrepressible offspring at the other. Children bedded, dishes done, dogs walked, sweat showered away... collapse in bed, brain still zinging, waiting to finally wind down and grab maybe five hours of sleep before repeat...
It's kind of rainy outside... I may as well go to the gym. Giving you a call to let you know I am headed to workout, but you sound as if you need to get out. Well, why don't you come over... we can cook something, talk and relax. I hang up and head into the kitchen to cook some chili... baked beans with red, green and yellow peppers, some finely chopped onio...
THE GOOD, THE BAD AND THE UGLY "You got a hernia," the naked chick slurred beneath breath wreaking of Good Times Cigarillos and cheap tequila. "A hyena?" I quipped, thrusting uncontrollably between the moistened thighs of her comparably nude friend. "No, goddamnit. A hernia! A fuckin' hernia!" What I believed that word meant at once registered within my...
"I am somewhat dismayed by your poor performance, Lieutenant." said the Commander, "Do you have anything to say in explanation?" Polya knew that the truth would not be a worthwhile explanation. She had become friendly and too trusting with some of the inmates and that would sound like an expression of professional failure. She decided to offer some part-tru...
Light leaked into the halls of the fine estate, exposing dust particles upset from their resting place on the furniture and floors. With the strokes of a broom and a duster, more dust was displaced and miniscule filth was corralled into a pile. When the grit was assembled into a considerable mound, a pan was placed onto the floor and the mess swept into it....
Here I have combined three documents of related material between Constance and her husband Thomas. Less explicit than most, they clearly reveal the intimacy shared between the principals as well as salient points that will be revealed later. The Editor ***** The names and addresses have been changed to protect reputations of the descendants. ***** June...