Delivery man Stories

Whoever coined the phrase Sweet Sixteen should have nabbed Sexpot Seventeen too. My senior high school year has so far been dominated by constant wetness. Honestly, horny doesn’t even come close. I've fucked my way through the team captains. The hot boys. The bad boys. Even a few of the girls in the chess club who were open to some post-game action. A girl's gotta experiment, right? I know, I know: that probably means I'm...

Another address. Another slice of suburban life beyond the doorbell. Border hedges. F-Type parked in the sweeping driveway to the stone steps on which I'd placed the shopping crate. Shuffling from foot to foot, idly toeing stones from the path back into the gravelled area, I waited for… I checked the hand-held device… Mrs Kendall to answer the door. My last drop of the shift, then home to crack open a well-deserved beer a...

I had finished school but still hadn’t landed a design job so, while I still worked the night shift at a downtown hotel, I decided to take a second job at a telephone marketing outfit. We sold a coupon booklet over the phone, discounts on things at various businesses in town. I would call from a list of phone numbers given to me, hopefully taking down an order, and then one of the delivery people would take the booklet ou...