Author Archives: sputterpub

Recreation (2 of 3)

She didn’t see Adam till the end of lunch. Her parents had opted for the buffet instead of the sit-down dining room, which suited salad-loving Sarah, and she was excusing herself from their table when she saw Adam at the … Continue reading

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Recreation (1 of 3)

Adam had never been attracted to someone like Sarah before. He gravitated toward women who resembled his ex: tall dancer types with blonde hair and cool personalities. Sarah was a brunette, around five foot six, cocky and stocky. It was … Continue reading

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Pyrrhus

I see the ball is in my court again. Our graceless game continues with no score or satisfaction, for it’s always when we manage some momentum that you floor me with resentment and forsake all sense. Our match is not … Continue reading

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Password

Whenever he engages me in any conversation, I always watch the motion of his lips. They curve and curl and roll in a delicious invitation to sample them with nibbles and with sips. But that’s a banquet I can ill … Continue reading

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Toilet Training (End)

Still and all, most users have been making sure that the toilet flushes. Most of us put up with the situation. But at least a couple of times a day someone exits the ladies’ room without completing the flush, leaving … Continue reading

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Toilet Training (Middle)

Maybe there’s unspoken agreement to retain her because she’s the coworker everyone loves to despise. There’s always going to be one, and we’re all so comfortable having Cindy fill the position. And she’s the lowest paid of us – it’s … Continue reading

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Toilet Training (Beginning)

The consensus around the office about Cindy is that she’s like a retriever: sweet but dumb. Some of us are questioning that lately. We agree she’s not the brightest bulb on our string, but she’s also not very nice. Cindy … Continue reading

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Proposition

I lack a lover but I have a mate, and think that I’d prefer the opposite: A little lusciousness to celebrate a body long asleep but growing fit; a bit of dalliance, erotic fun, relief from all the jobs I … Continue reading

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No Good Bye

It’s funny how we wouldn’t say goodbye – with each of us so angry and so hurt – distempered tender batterers who try to bluster through the pain and speak in curt emphatic challenges or low retreat. We tried some … Continue reading

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School (Part 3 of 3)

Then there’s my niece. She did fine in school. Oh there were behavior problems (she didn’t fall far from the family tree), but she attended the required counseling and she had understanding and support through it all at home. She … Continue reading

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