The Good Little Piggy
If the park restroom had acquired a reputation as an infamous cruising spot, it was most likely because of me. Over the past few months I'd put a lot of time into the place and a lot of dick into the thirsty men of town who showed up to get some. And...
Kibben's Musk Farm
Kibben walked past the rows of stalls, trying to find the scent he needed. The musk farm by its nature was a rather fragrant place, but the beaver's nose was keener than most and he could always pick out the smell he was looking for. The farm was well...
Keeping Filled
I was only slightly miffed when airport security confiscated my new toy. On the bright side, it was only because they thought it was a weapon--they didn't believe a dildo could really be that big--and I was able to make my flight in time just by...
Swell4Me
It was one of those months where funds are scarce and you end up having to tighten your belt a little, as the saying goes. The trouble in my case was that it wasn't just a metaphorical belt-tightening--the combination of stress, a reduced grocery...
Can't Keep It In
I had taken to sitting in the front when I had Chemistry class. Now, don't get the wrong idea: I'm not aiming for teacher's pet, and I'm not exactly the most eager student. I sat in the front of the class because everyone _else_ sits as far back as...
Detram
I had been a little shy about showing up at Ted's party. It was the first time I'd been invited to his occasional get-togethers, though I'd heard my friends going on and on about how great they were before. They know I don't do too well in big...
Rough Awakening
I rolled out of the pizzeria sometime after closing and made my way down to the firehouse by my own light. My day job is just about the easiest thing out there--I like to say I can do it with my eyes closed, and usually do. At night, though, comes...
Changing in the Locker Room
Nobody ever asks me what it's like to be a murderer. It's like the old saying goes: if you do your job well enough, one shouldn't be able to tell you were doing it at all. _Ars est celare artem._ I'd like to say getting rid of people is a hobby I...
The Rat Always Wins
The Craigslist ad was a familiar one. It had been a while since I'd heard anything from the rat, but tonight it seemed he was in town and on the prowl again. The subject line as usual simply read: Stop. Look. Obey. I never could resist him. I...
Hands Free
Sunday morning in the call center, and the place was empty and dead as usual. Not too many drivers went out on the weekends so a skeleton crew of one could handle the call volume pretty easily. Admittedly, the comforts of a low-stress, low-activity...
The Old Assistant
When I was younger, I used to enjoy visiting the library. Our town actually had one of decent size, which in turn meant a decent selection for my niche interests--mostly art books and the Far East. I'd often spend the weekends browsing, stacking up...
Closer than Brothers
Some people say you have to work hard to make it in this world--that work is virtue, and poverty is a sign of laziness. On the other hand, one of my economics texts pointed out that the higher-status and the higher-paying jobs tend to be _less_ manual...