All events and characters in this story are fiction. All characters are eighteen or older. Barbara Starrett unfolded her lawn chair and sat down alone on the sideline. It was well before game time, and most of the other parents either hadn't arrived yet, or were away from the soccer field. But Barbara's dirty little secret was that, since the boys on the te...
Hi, folks. How's it going? Right now, I am standing over the body of someone I just killed. And quite frankly, I'm disgusted. The weird things that happen in this life never cease to amaze me, folks. Seriously. Even being who and what I am, the freaky stuff is a little much. My name is Thomas James Guillaume and by all appearances, I'm a rather wholesome you...
I was having trouble picking him out on the field. He'd sent me photos—if they had really been of him—so I had an idea what he looked like, although, to tell the truth, it wasn't his face that surfaced in my mind from those last photos he sent. I knew he had dark, curly hair and he was six feet and built like a god. But from the stands here in the Denver Dyn...
My name is Louis Smithsonian. I'm around five-foot-eight, stocky and dark-skinned. I'm originally from Haiti though I currently live in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I live in a nice duplex on French Avenue in Brockton's South Side. Not too far from the fire station. These days, I live with my Mama and my older sisters Judy and Martha. My older brothe...
"Mango" The morning after the holiday was absolute hell! When I woke up, I found out I had sap all over my hair and therefore it was over my sheets and pillowcase. I took a shower with frigid water and ended up shivering and the goop in my hair dangled at the edge of my hair. Yuki then barged into the shower, crying because she lost her favorite pen in the...
I am what is commonly called a soccer mom. But in this case I guess it is to be taken literally. My own two sons grew up playing soccer. Over the years I drove God knows how many hundreds or maybe thousands of miles; to practice, from practice, to games, from games, to the sporting good store, etc. You get the idea. My sons played for the Centerville Centuri...
CHAPTER 1 The Davidson's middle daughter Monet was a worry to her parents. The 19-year was a gifted sportswoman and had taken a job as an attendant at the city's indoor aquatic center instead of going to college whereas her older sister Lisa would graduate this year with a Master's degree in computer science. Younger sister Colleen was the top female in her...
"Would you ever think of trying something as dirty as anal sex?" The question shocked him, particularly since it was being posed by the sweet young soccer mom that he had just been discussing the fine points of team play with. Steve's daughter Samantha and the soccer mom's daughter were on the same team, which played every Thursday evening. Steve had admire...
You look out the window at the swirling snow. It’s not the best time to be traveling through a remote mountain pass, but you are comfortable on the warm luxury bus. Outside the wind howls and you can barely see. There is a enormous thud sound and you are nearly thrown from your seat. “Cazzo! Cazzo! Cazzo!” The bus is stopped and the engine sputters. You catc...
"Who wants to watch my new music video?" Lily said to her three "friends" and soccer teammates as they sunbathed poolside at her family's mansion. "I do!" exclaimed a legitimately excited Violet. The other girls more reluctantly assented to watch their best striker and team captain dance around in a pink bikini, showing off her...