Gerry Grimes sat alone in the 'Lamb and Eagle' public house, his only company a double whisky. He had already downed several that night, his intention was to get very drunk. Tonight was a sort of celebration, it was now his 18th month of unemployment, a year and a half of futile job hunting. Every vacancy he attended he received the same replies, 'You don'...
Surprise! I was editing several other stories when an idea hit me to continue this little string of yarn. One of these days I'll get around to publishing the next chapter of Irresistible Johnson and a few others you folks keep bugging me about. In the meantime, expect some new stuff coming, too. And please, never stop bugging me. It helps motivate this write...
Life has a way of throwing us into unexpected situations that reveal our true selves. If you asked me a month ago where I thought I'd be, this wouldn't be it. My name is Suleiman Barre and I'm a young Somali man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Got one hell of a story to share with you folks. This tale took place during Canada Day 2015 in the City of O...
"The weekend starts here!" Was how Jools Holland introduced the music programme The Tube at 6pm every Friday night in the early 1980's. But when did last weekend begin? When I left Jens house wearing tiny tartan miniskirt and a new pair of black fishnet stockings? When I kissed my husband goodbye before I drove to Jens house? When I hid the sports bag cont...
Zombies, zombies, zombies. Why was everybody talking about that species in movies and books and they became a real problem all of a sudden? The name is Marianne Laban, and I was born in the City of Addis Ababa, in the Capital region of Ethiopia on February 6, 1989. In mortal life, I think I was a fairly attractive chick. Five-foot-nine, slim but curvy where...
This is the second part of "Working For My Pimp Ch 01". I have changed to the third person this time, in the hope this will please a broader readership. Again if you do not like a story about a prostitute, please do not read. All the characters are imaginary and are NOT minors. Please continue with your feedback - positive criticism always welcomed. * Cla...
Chapter 9: The Strip Club Battle "Katie, get dressed," Ryoko says, carelessly tossing me a bunch of clothes. Puzzled, I pick the bundle up. It's an outfit consisting of a very skimpy tube top, a skirt so short it's practically a frilly cummerbund, and a pair of thongs. "What the hell is this?" I ask angrily. "And get out of my room!" This is where I spend...
Ella kissed her husband Thomas on the cheek leaving a big red smudge from her lips stick. “Now don’t forget it’s our date night tonight. So please try and leave work on time,” she told him as she brought her thumb to his face and started to rub the scarlet wax off. “I will Honey,” he told her. Tom’s dark black police officer’s uniform was freshly pressed and...
DISCLAIMER: I know how some readers hate long disclaimers at the beginning of a story, so I'll keep this really quick and to the point. The story you are about to read is fiction intended for adult entertainment, which you probably already figured out given the site you're reading it on, but just to be on the safe side: "adult entertainment" means that yo...
On the bus to San Quentin, Don was thinking about what went wrong. Here he was, an educated person with two engineering degrees and an MBA. He was going to prison. The judge was kind, and gave him only 16 months, but he still had to shutter his lucrative consulting business. And a felony doesn't look good on your resume. Don's felony was minor, and is not im...