Amy grabbed her coat and together they walked out of the classroom. The sound of their heels echoed throughout the hallway. When they reached the parking lot, Amy paused. “What’s the matter?” “I, umm. I don’t know if I can do this.” The older woman turned to her, and placed her leather gloved around Amy’s hand. “Come on, don’t deny yourself. It’s going t...
When I was eighteen, around nineteen ninety six, I started going to this cafe called 'More Joe.' The owner wasn't named Joe, which always tickled me, he was a tall red haired guy named Pete. He had this long red hair that came down to his shoulders, and I loved it when he wore it loose, but it was usually in a ponytail. He had these round glasses that gave h...
I generally like powerful men. The kind that get hair cuts every two weeks and wear dress shirts to work. Men with careers that take them cross country and all over the world. Modern "Mad Men" types that seduce women with good looks and fat wallets. Johnny wasn't like that. Not even a little bit. He was a long haired hippy 15 years older. He wore concert...
An ESL experience at a for-profit college in Thailand. BACKGROUND: Originally, I'd been in business, as an insurance underwriter, but left that occupation when my company was decimated by the "Great Recession" of 2008. The following year my wife and I divorced after a short, unhappy, childless marriage. I decided to change careers. Reinvent myself. Do som...
You haven't been thinking about me all that much, have you? Since you and me fucked your wife, your girlfriend together. And in the beautiful glow of you two, lying together in your bed, you felt such peace. Maybe this was all you needed. To get the bitch out of your system. To get me out of your mind. Did you beg god for it? In that one moment? When I slid...
(Chapter 12) "Smoke and Shadows" (circa-1976) "Fucking Stephanie Monroe...Fucking mad woman...Fucking violent husbands," he muttered to himself, yawning into a clenched fist, keeping his eyes on the rear-view mirror, making a mental note to cross 'The Bridge Hotel' off his list of social venues. The sudden impact of the car mounting the pavement and crash...
"The clitoris you stupid little bitch! Concentrate on my clitoris... Then, if you're a good little Girl Scout I'll let you lick my brownie." ordered 50 year old platinum haired Mandy Collins, as she double pumped her Mores 120 cigarette. The voluptuous blonde soccer mom looked down at the young woman kneeling between her thighs. "You're so fucking lucky I'm...
Texas, 1848 My name is Susana Jackson. I was widowed two years ago at a young age after my husband Jacob moved us here. I did not like living in this hot place after my native Ohio, and after he died, I was so lonely. I now have two friends here and I need to run Jacob's general store, so I am busy and do not have time to think about my loneliness. About...
The air of Serenity is thick with the smoke from the endless chimney of cigarettes and bargain cigars. My stomach churns from the smell; a mixture of acrid tobacco, stale beer, cheap over-applied perfume, and sex. Jason having wanted the cheapest and nastiest strip club for his bachelor party, which I reluctantly provided through knowledge gleaned from my ot...
I spent the better time of my high school years in detention. I just couldn’t seem to keep myself out of trouble. Hell, that was why I graduated a year late, because I never could seem to get to school enough to get the grades I needed to get outa good old St. Francis High. That was until the first day of school in what would be my last year of high school....