Dan sat in front of his computer, as he always did at this late hour, rewriting his 10 page essay for the fourth time in a row. There was nothing wrong with the second or third draft, they both would’ve given him an A+ as always, but his obsession with being perfect and being the best in his class always overwhelmed him. It was because this obsession that he...
It had been a very long day. I had spent way to much time butting heads with an inexperienced engineer. The little punk thought he was the god's gift to manufacturing. Ah well, we were all young once. I stopped by a local hangout to get a bite to eat and a beer. It was early yet and I couldn't think of a better way to allow a little of the evening rush hour...
Chapter 1: Ricky had known Lucy for just over a year now. They went to the same school, Ricky was a junior and Lucy was a sophomore. They actually met because both of them had part-time work-study jobs working in the accounting office at the University. Lucy didn't know it, but Ricky had been crushing on her for several months now and had tried to transfer...
I knew Jenna was easy--most of my guy friends had already fucked her--but I didn't know how slutty she was until the day I met her. We were introduced by a mutual friend as she sat cross-legged on the grass outside the commmunity college centre, wearing a fairly short skirt, and smoking a joint with three male classmates. I didn't really mean to peek, but it...
Camilla had a very strange dream that morning as she lay naked on Mr. Langella's living room carpet, which was still stained with her copious come from the night before. Camilla and her mother, Collette, were in the living room of Collette's house, in the middle of a terrible argument. "No!" Camilla, naked, shouted. "I won't put my clothes on! I'll do what...
I'm not sure if I wanted Ben to talk me out of what I was about to do or not. All I wanted to do was hear his voice and tell him I looked forward to going out again. I'd avoided the café all week—pretending nothing had happened would be too cold, while talking about it might push us along too fast. But it was Saturday, and it had been long enough. I was alr...
"My God, it's hot!" Darla looked at the thermometer on the back porch of the farmhouse. 110 degrees. The Nebraska summer heat was relentless. Seth, the farmhand with the rock hard body, a man who sweat for a living, was stacking fence posts out by the corral. As she gazed across the shimmering heat of the back yard toward him, she spread her legs wider, try...
Splat. "Take that you motherfucker!" Splat. "Another male chauvinist bites the dust." I had taken to whacking the crickets that invaded our sorority house with an oar. A Hookmaster two and a half-foot long weapon that is very light and comes in handy quite often. That oar has never been in a boat. Not only is it great for smacking bugs, mice or whatever, i...
There are two types of men in the world: those who merely dream, and those who will stop at nothing to capture their dream. Some say there's a third type of man-the kind who gets really loud and vocal at a little league baseball game when he thinks the umpire messed up a call against his son's team and won't shut the hell up about how "the fix is in". My fat...
It had, so far, been a real bummer of a morning. Not that he was complaining. It was only common sense: You couldn't complain about anything that was your own fault. And waking up late, despite the boss's apathy to Mark's profuse phone apology, was a decidedly shitty fault. First of all, it caused rushing, which was bad for putting clothes on properly an...