Like so many things, teaching at the Fantasia School for Foreign Students had seemed like a good idea at the time. But New York – as I quickly discovered – is an expensive city and, even with my tiny attic apartment, the meagre salary that I was being paid was hardly sufficient to cover my costs let alone support any form of reasonable life-style. Being as...
I wrote this in two days, in between other work. It's about a loving couple who try role-playing a rape fantasy. Cute ending. I didn't bother editing it, though. Better stuff coming soon. _____________ This Isn't What It Looks Like Michelle and I had been drunk and laughing it up in the hotel lobby. Having only just arrived in Memphis earlier that afte...
I had a day off coming up soon with the house to myself. My wife and kids would not be home until that evening and an opportunity like this was rare. I started planning weeks in advanced. I went all out shopping to have a new outfit to go along with a new wig that I was excited about. I had recently bought it and it was the most realistic wig I had ever owne...
"Go back to sleep, babe, I've got this," I whispered to my wife Amal as I got up, and went to check on our son, Little Omar. Lying in his crib, in his small bedroom, ten and a half meters from our own bedroom, little Omar is awake in the middle of the night and crying, which is not an unusual occurrence. I take my son into my arms and smile at him, rocking h...
"Lia." That was the last thing she heard him say before he drifted off to sleep. Her name rolled off his tongue, as if it was the natural thing to do. *** She had been having a bad day. Against her better judgment, she had agreed to offer council to a young married couple, as a favor to a friend. Had she known what she was getting into, she would have nev...
The events of 2009 started before 2009. To start at the beginning, for me, I'd need to begin with a line like, "It was a dark and stormy night in the Rocky Mountains." But that's too far in the past to be where this story starts. Suffice it to say that for me the year 2009 started in 1979 when I was born. My Dad and Mom lived in Downers Grove, Illinois when...
As we began packing up my grandfather's things after the funeral I looked at his old bottle collection on the top of the mantle over the fire. For years he had collected all the obscure glass bottles from soft drinks and beers from around the country and world when he travelled. Some went back as far as WWII and while most would see them as junk I saw them a...
I was at O'Laskey's, my favorite watering hole. I'd spent the last couple hours in the pool room. I was doing okay with the bets I made with my friends, and I was doing better than okay at using pool lessons as an excuse to get my arms around attractive ladies. I coached one lady, Veronica, well enough that she won a bet against a guy who couldn't believe a...
My name is Sarah, at least that's what I used to go by prior to one of the biggest mistakes of my life. As of lately I've been answering too, Fuck toy, Fuck slut, slut wife and so on. I didn't see this coming, no way no how. I wasn't really over sexed, a closet slut, not any of that. I was however a little too nosey and a little too quick to use my fine attr...
Mr. Hill had been dead about 3 months and the "for sale" sign had not been put up more than a few days after his estate was settled when his house was sold. The new owner was a couple in there 50's Mr. & Mrs. Marks and they had a teen-age son who was 15/16 but he looked to be more like 12. The father was shorts man not over 5' 3" and had a big beer gut and m...