Category: A Good Book
Got Scotch?
I, as a single-malt scotch drunk, am unlike all other drunks: the tequila drunk, the gin drunk, the beer drunk.
I am, indeed, quite special: Continue reading Got Scotch?
A Tiny Story by Tripsy South: Sex With Coma Patients
I work as a traveling nurse in an ICU. If you’re not sure what that means, either go watch on episode of ER or Grey’s Anatomy, or look it up.
Since you’re pro’ly lazy like me, I’ll just tell you: intensive care unit. Yup, I care for the totally fucked up, those who put their heads through the windshield at 80 miles an hour, swallow six bullets in a five-second gunfight, or maybe accidentally fall over railroad tracks at just the right time and lose their lower half. The part with all the sex tools. Does this bother you? If so, please turn the channel now. Continue reading A Tiny Story by Tripsy South: Sex With Coma Patients
A Tiny Story By Tripsy South: First Day At University
High school was already like college for me, ‘cos my parents had me take every advanced course in the book, plus tutor math, chem, physics and English. And I ran track. Couldn’t stomach the militants on the girls’ basketball or volleyball platoons, so I sometimes worked out with the boys’ teams. They didn’t seem to have a problem with my being there. At least no one ever complained to my face. Continue reading A Tiny Story By Tripsy South: First Day At University
A Tiny Story By Tripsy South: Suffering The Indignities Of Female Hygiene
When it grows too long, I have to trim it back to a small bush or my ob-gyn will give me a rash of shit about how guys these days prefer hairless pussies. Who gives a shit what guys think? My doctor suggested she just whack it all off via her million-dollar carbon-dioxide laser that melts the hair follicles like, until the year 2200. Fuck that! I love my bush. It’s soft and silky and a natural blonde hue, with delicate strands of a Jamaican rum color that give it a sorta banana-blonde take. I find it sexier than some threadbare pube, no matter how beautiful the girl attached to it may be at first blush. Continue reading A Tiny Story By Tripsy South: Suffering The Indignities Of Female Hygiene
What Do You Do On A Sunday? I Read In Bed!
What Is “Sexy”?
Where Will Your Next Book Take You?
