The man in the room next to mine really goes at it with his peter. I can hear him through the wall. Morning. Afternoon. Evening. He doesn’t keep a schedule. We’ve been at this hotel nearly a week now. The big bastard of a Hurricane made us relocate. I was in my apartment when a …
The toddler hangs straight-legged from his arm cradle while he bangs with the side of his fist on the plate glass of the storm door that he had to re-install because her husband knew nothing more on how to do anything but sit on his ass and have somebody else do it. When she comes …
In the city just before dawn, as the electric lights buzz and shine dark pathways for the part-time insomniac crazies; the ones innately aware of the spare benches, the steam vents and the empty ledges; they are all something or rather, caretakers free from taking care; the scribblers - a Santa Claus clone sitting alone …
From the sidewalk, T.S. Bar gave a vibrant aura. Open casement windows let out the speaker cringes of jukebox anthems, while bar chatter and laughter and shrieks of greetings mingled with the clink and crash of empty bottles into trash cans. The chalk board sign by the door read in colorful, loopy letters; ‘Jack & …
She loved him. I like to think that’s why she left me. They had known each other before me. In a time in their lives when she was ready and he was not. I came along later. After what moments of fumbling lust and displaced emotions had expired, she escaped me and waited for him. …
GOODBYE DICK His birthday gift to her, a set of full tang stainless steel kitchen knives, lay strewn about on the counter. He lay on the floor, his penis in her left hand. A peculiar thing, she thought. It can grow and squirm like such an altogether separate entity of the body. Its ability to …
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