By: Col. Brunhilda 'Iceberg' Buriman, ret. Sorority Sister of Pi Loda Cum Chapter Eleven: Sloppy Q&A The Chief took a moment to quell his need to piss and ran to the open doors of the ambulance, as the driver came running back to help. They found Harriette humming to painkillers while cursing for the technician to get her off with his tongue quickly. The...
It was almost an anxiety that built in his soul, but a person couldn't define such a feeling. It was remote, a hollowness- like the tension of someone standing to close behind in line or walking towards you on a baron street. The six-sense feeling that something was about to happen- a tension. Andrew's eyes followed the small damp trails that crept down th...
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Joyce 2 - Flatulent confession It was 6pm in the London offices of Clutterbuck Legal Publishers, Bell Yard, EC2. Manager Joyce Tipson was sitting in her office chatting to Julie, her secretary. The year was 1972 and the building was deserted because the employees had all gone home with the exception of Joyce, Julie and one other – your humble scribe, John...
I stood silently next to my mother as yet another unidentified relative came up, faux tears dripping into a dry hanky, insincere platitudes wreathing my mother. I couldn't understand how she was able to withstand it. More than one woman in this room had probably slept with my father during their 35-year marriage and everyone knew it. They all wanted to see h...
My wife Beth confided in me one of her favourite fantasies. To be held down and ravished, preferably by a big black man. She emphasised that it was only a fantasy as she wouldn't want to have intercourse with anyone other than myself under any circumstances. 'Maybe you would like to act out something along those lines.' 'If it was acting it wouldn't work....
When Melissa slipped in her cottage garden she was momentarily immobile, unable to get back to her feet she laid among the cabbages she was just spraying to rid the caterpillars. It was no good yelling for help because the neighbours were at work and her late husband insisted on the high fence all around for privacy, so she could not be seen either. Her on...
I've explored this theme before: first love and where it leads or doesn't lead. I'm convinced that in most cases it ends, as it should for all sorts of good reasons. My first love in college was a striking brunette who, I was firmly convinced, would someday be my wife. We parted during our sophomore year. Geography was a factor but there were other issues i...
The snow storm lasted until Saturday afternoon and Dallas was all but paralyzed on Sunday and Monday. Walking into the office on Tuesday, I was in a very good mood because of the weekend. That lasted for all of five minutes after my first cup of coffee when Lori stuck her head in my office and announced that we had a conference call in five minutes with the...
"I'm sure you're well aware that we do have video cameras and microphones installed in each of our classrooms," I told Mr. Gibson in our breakfast meeting. "That's to monitor how our girls - and teachers - are behaving, or misbehaving in class." Timothy Gibson suddenly turned red, a certain shock in his eyes that I couldn't understand. He quickly turned a b...