Cock breath Stories

“Fuck, that’s hot!” Kevin shouted as he pulled his coffee cup out of the microwave and banged it on the counter, fanning his fingers in the air. “Are you using my new mug?” Cassie accused him from across the kitchen. Kevin looked at the cup, seemingly for the first time. Of course I have all the solutions—I’m a chemistry teacher! “Um, I guess so?” he offered as he reached for the milk. “Soary, if it’s in the cupboard, I f...

“Harvey, are you still awake?” The radium-painted hands of the twin-bell alarm clock showed 12:45 AM. Harvey sighed, staring at the ceiling. “What is it, dear?” Delilah asked, rolling towards him and leaning on her elbow. “Incidit in Scyllam cupiens vitare Charybdim,” Harvey (Dartmouth College, Class of 1898) recited from memory. “In English?” “He fell into Scylla, hoping to avoid Charybdis.” “I think you’d better explain...

“Hiya, angel; want a drink?” “No dice, bub. I just finished convincing my best friend to lay off the sauce.” “Smart kid. That stuff is nothing but trouble.” Julia looked the man up and down. He was older, maybe around thirty? He wore a sharp charcoal gray double-breasted suit with pinstripes, along with a white shirt and a bright red necktie and matching pocket square. Both his patent leather shoes and his dark brillianti...

“Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! Four! Three! Two! One!” The imposing grandfather clock chimed twelve times as the crowd in the ballroom shouted “Happy New Year!” and began singing Auld Lang Syne. “Should auld acquaintance be forgot—” Delilah Davenport began, but was interrupted by an older gentleman spinning her around and kissing her full on the lips. “Why, Mr. Davenport!” she exclaimed in mock surprise. “How very f...