Shades of Color Production

The old man told him to take the fifty cents and give it to the first homeless person he met. He thought to himself how is this going to help me get what I need. The man as if he was reading his thoughts reassured him by saying, "Trust me this is what you need, now go." He walked down the street pondering his next move. Now I can take this fifty cents and buy me a cup coffee, but hell a small cup was sixty cents. I could save it in my loose change water jug or I could just blow it on the numb

Did I tell you the story about Lou? Anyway there was this guy I used to bartend for. Lou was his name. Cool white guy. Well one day while we were sitting around after closing he told me this story. Now when Lou started blabbering you knew you were going to get paid. You see anytime anyone would sit down and listen to one of Lou’s stories he got sentimental. Those sentiments lead to charity. He would pay for your cab ride home, or buy you a

Mr. Irrelevant

He was all alone in the world. He left behind his newborn son when he was seventeen and had been on his own for the past thirteen years. Sad one would think, but Mr. Irrelevant didn't seem to mind. He had himself and felt that was all that matter. One day down to his last few dollars he went to his normal spot, the neighborhood liquor s

"Beef Stew"

My panties were soaked as I stood there with my head pressed firmly against the hotel room door and my legs spread wide apart. All I could think of was how good it felt to have his fingers buried deep inside me. The sheer sound of my wetness distracted me from the guilt I once felt. How could I do this to my husband. The person whom I promised to love, care for and respect two years ago. The one who has provided for me and our children without fail or complaint. How could I