Author's note: This falls under the "satire" portion of this category. This story is dedicated to a select group of people who leave public feedback, many – but not all – of whom share the same name. * I was really looking forward to getting home. It'd been a long-ass day and I was hoping for maybe a little sex with my wife. When they made up that bit a...
They had agreed to meet at a local bar not too far from where she lived. He was not too familiar with this part of town but had arrived early. "Billy's Place" is what it said on the sign and looked like a kind of a hick sports bar. Jessica lived on the edge of the metro area and though it might have been fun to go downtown and really cut loose in a stylish n...
My ex wife and I spent most of one summer fucking in public and with other people watching. There is a secluded location near here that bi and gay men hang out and meet each other as well as get intimate. Some couples go there as well. The evening was a warm summer evening. My ex dressed in only my shirt, a short sleeve button up blue Arrow brand. She lef...
"You know, the chocolate disks covered with gold foil." "We don't have those." "You know, the ones made up like gold coins; they have them every Christmas." "It's Christmas Eve. We sold out on those more than a week ago." "I mean my son decided the family could come tomorrow after all at the last minute, and we have those for the grandchildren every year...
Chapter One: An Excerpt The fields on either side of the winding rural highway are alternately planted with corn, then soybean; the year before each field was planted with the other. It’s only May but the soft winter has allowed farmers a head start. Small placards atop of thin posts identify the fields: Garst, Pioneer, Triton. Occasionally a house rises i...
Have you ever wanted someone but you couldn't have that person? That is how it was with Deb and me. She was a friend of my wife's and I wanted to have sex with her in the worst way. Deb wasn't any beauty. Actually she was quite average. She was petite and had short brown hair. If you saw her on the street you might not even notice her. It didn't matter to me...
Dear Shoeblossom-- This taped conversation between me and the corrupt Selectman I have the peculiar fortune to be wed to may titillate your readers, or make them puke. Who knows? Love, Trillian" Oh, Fritz, don't cry any more. I forgive you, honey." "I-I just--when you use that horrible--what was that thing?" "That's a sjambok. Or sometimes it's called a...
Pressed with a concern, that leaves her at a loss. Shauna wasn't sure what to do. No, she definitely was sure what to do. She must call the police and report what had accrued. Who would believe she acted in self defense. Surely the evidence would show that. If the rain hasn't washed it all away. Shauna called the police giving all the pertinent information....
The storm that had been following me all day caught up as I turned the bike into your long driveway. The wind had been picking up the past few miles and now as the rain fell in big heavy drops the air took on a slight chill with the storm. As I crested the last rise of your driveway I killed the bike and coasted to a stop under the carport roof. I grinned as...
So, the basis of these stories is that Caroline is a stuck up, nasty boss that everyone fuckin' hates, with a passion. She's mean, but pretty, although sarcastic, with a plummy English Home Counties accent. She thinks she is better than everyone else. Caroline is a Senior Partner on a Business Park/Industrial Estate and works with her Husband, Peter. He is...