I had gone to bed a little groggy the night before, assisted by some Jim Beam and sheer fatigue, as I had worked one hell of a day at Winthrop and Associates, a top-notch advertising firm, before I got home for a Valentine's Day date with Shelly, my wife of just one year. The date had gone well, partly due to Shelly's giving nature, where she had actually co...
No graphic sex. This short story is based on a conversation with the son of a woman who had been a client before I retired as a barrister. As usual I must stipulate that these characters are works of fiction and have no resemblance to persons living or dead. ***** Lynn would take her M.B.A. degree in three weeks. As most working people know, you don't ju...
My mother was a slut and a whore. My earliest memory is of my mother and some guy fucking on our kitchen table. I was about six at the time. Mother saw me watching and did nothing to shoo me away. The guy saw me and said: "She sure is a cute little thing; how much to be her first?" My mother had laughed and said, "You never will have enough. She isn't for...
While traveling recently I watched a beautiful Flight Attendant moving about the cabin of the Airbus and devised a plot to remember her by. All of the characters are fictional as is the action. Please remember this is a copyrighted work and all legal disclaimers apply. Thank you for your comments. The Flyer The Airbus taxied to the small terminal wit...
It was a typical suburban house in a typical suburban street in an Essex town called Woodford. As I had been requested, I left my car a hundred yards or so past number 42 and walked back. That in itself was a struggle as it was raining and the wind was howling. From under the umbrella that I was trying to stop blowing away, I saw 42 and noticed that it was a...
Authors note: This may be my one and only submission. I have an idea for an essay on writers' foibles but there doesn't seem to be a category for it. You may see the end coming but remember the destination is only a small part. The journey is the thing. There is a medical description of what may have caused a death that some may find tedious but I feel...
My marriage is over. I knew what I did was wrong and I did it anyway. I could have said no, but I didn't. I learned later that there were external forces at play, but that doesn't change the fact that I could have avoided it all if I had but chosen to do so. My big crime? I let my dick make a decision for me. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ E...
My wallet so deeply offended my posterior sentiments on the ride from Atlanta, that I am forced to clean it out. Leaving only the most very necessary elements; I discard a 2000 school ID, a Brasilian bus pass, a bank receipt for $400 and a six month old Durex condom in a purple wrapper. Tossing them in the middle of a train station parking lot for vagrants t...
CHAPTER 1 Nigel Summers hurt. Finding out your choice of woman doesn't love you anymore -- if she ever did -- hurts. Being divorced by her hurts. He fucking hurt all over. He'd lost his job -- he'd become too sad-faced and was depressing his team said the boss when firing him. Surprisingly Nigel didn't have time to brood or run in front of an eighteen-whee...
Sissy returned with great fuss, from the moment the carriage was heard there were calls for servants to carry the purchases in. Three armfuls were brought, passing me in the hall, before Sissy appeared arm in arm with Macteth. Her dress showed more of her than any but I had seen, she had a tight frilly top that ended just below her breasts throwing them up...