Robin was lost in thought as she rode the Clark St. bus on her way to her job as a junior trader at the Board of Trade in downtown Chicago. Having only graduated from the U of I three months ago, she felt very lucky indeed to have landed such a good job i...
I met Brent at Barnes & Noble, actually. He was working, and I was looking for a particular book of poetry. He was very sweet and helped me find it, walking me all the way to the shelf to make sure I had it in my hands. It seemed rather unnecessary, but I...
Trying to lose weight, I decided to join a gym. Which one to join was going to be a tough one. Took recommendations from friends. Checked online and read the reviews. Finally decided, Pete’s Gym got the best reviews. And it was not as expensive as the o...
Growing up you sometimes remember some weird things. I remember the first time I saw a girl with a shaved pussy. It was my sisters friend Becky. She and my sister were laying out in the backyard of our house trying to get a tan. I was not trying to be cau...
It was just another card game with the boys when Brad said something weird. "Oh, fuck! My wife is going to kill me!" he suddenly exclaimed. "What the hell are you talking about?" asked Joe. Brad's young wife Bobbi was the most timid and woman around...
I had been married to my wife for six years. From day one, everyone went to her aunt Wilma's house to hang out, grab a drink, play cards and in general just chill out. It was where I could go for a good game of poker, as she was 67 years old and retir...
The summer had just started and I just turned 19. I began thinking to get into a porn industry. I applied online to an agency. I received response for an audition. The day of my interview arrived and I bathed, painted my nails and toes cherry red and shav...
The bus wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be. I had a whole row to myself. I always thought a bus was louder but there was just a soothing rumble coming from the engine. The seats were large and comfortable. I was very happy about the wh...
My story is inspired by memories of past events but purely imaginary in content. Any similarity to real people is, I hope, actually possible. I enjoy reading short stories. I think the lesser amount of detail lets your imagination fill in more, like a...
It all started at the first day of wrestling practice, we started out the day with a 1 mile warm-up run then we come into the wrestling room and there they were the cheerleaders they were very hot with there little half skirts. So they ended up leaving go...