Being in New Jersey never really worked for me. I only went there when I had to. A visit for Christmas, a visit at some point during the summer to keep my parents happy. It was July and I was spending two weeks in Boonton. I didn’t do much. I woke up at noon. I went for a run until I got too hot. I ate crab dip on gluten free crackers. I masturbated four or...
I sat at the hotel bar, sipping my second whiskey sour, and checking my twelve-year-old daughter's homework on my Chromebook, with her on Discord. It was Happy Hour, and the bar was pretty crowded. I had taken a stool at the far end, leaving a couple of empty seats when I arrived. I liked to unwind a little after a long day of meetings, when on the road. I h...
It has been a long time. You anxiously squirm in your seat, trying hard to think about things that do not pertain to sex, but it's no use. As your teacher drones on, it only becomes harder and harder to keep your eyes off of the people that you call friends. If they knew just how much you were hurting to bend them over the nearest desk and fuck them raw, you...
Where do you see yourself in 5, even 10 years? Don't you hate it when people ask you this question? Doesn't it make you feel incompetent? It does for me. I don't think it's because I am unambitious, or won't get a job -- I think it's because I know that the answer I am going to say is an answer that is almost like admission of defeat. And it shouldn't feel l...
The arcade closed for maintenance. Its most popular game had to be serviced so it could run smoothly and update the playing module. John procured a replacement part that he was eager to install. She had an adorable cheerleader costume designed to match the Rough Riding Rochelle program, complete with tiny pleated red and blue skirt, tight white crop top, and...
Warning: This story contains graphic scenes depicting pain. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characte...
Carrie pulled the hood of her sweatshirt forward over her eyes, even though it did no good. She peered down the street through the raindrops on her glasses. Where was the damn bus? It should have been there 15 minutes ago, and it was dark and getting colder. And now it was raining, too. She fished the crumpled bus schedule out of her pocket and her heart san...
"What would you like, Sir," the bartender dressed in a Via Rail uniform inquired to Alexander? "Two glasses of red for me and m'lady," he responded with a chivalrous tone. Alex was the chief business officer for a large health and life insurance firm and was headed to a Canadian Insurance Broker's Association quarterly meeting in Toronto. Although a requirem...
Chapter 9: Tuesday & Thursday - Beachfront Bargaining Last night's playtime had extended into the early morning hours, so launching into a fresh sex extravaganza at half-past-dawn took its toll on the humans among us. Afterwards I helped Auntie totter back upstairs with Daddy following close behind, Adele in his arms, to catnap all together again in his big...
The new automated car wash had succeeded in drawing a number of drivers who were willing to pay over the odds to get their car cleaned and waxed. The queues were often down the road with people putting in their money and putting their vehicle through the machine. The car wash itself was a low building with huge windows which allowed the casual observer to wa...