Humor Stories

Kristen seemed like just an ordinary door-to-door canvasser for a good cause -- former child prostitutes in her case. She was looking for sponsors the way people do when they walk for hunger or something. But she wasn't going to walk; she was collecting something -- something measured in teaspoons.

Mr. Marcus wants to avoid a Halloween party where parents of his young female conquests will attend. The solution comes in the form of cousin Zeke. Ah, but the consequences of deception!

(Tales from La Taverna)
What I wrote as my first post on A.S.S, to introduce myself back in the early '90s.

A little fun and games in a public laundromat introduces a divorced male nurse to some brand new experiences, courtesy of a Navaho woman and a blast from his own past.

A Tales from an Ex-Brat Story
This is not the Fantasy Island of TV fame. There are no vertically challenged characters, or enigmatic gentlemen in white linen suits, although there are planes. This Fantasy Island is merely another excerpt from not so much Tom Brown's Schooldays but rather Jack Green's Fooldays. The events take place after my graduation from RAF Halton, when I joined the Real Air Force in Germany. Nothing was ever the same again; for the RAF, for Germany, but especially for me.

My take on a cheating wife story. No BTB nor RAC. Don't think this method of catching her has been used before. Also, no sex but humor is used. Oh, remember, I'm a Southerner.

Florida man fucks a busty black babe... In the library!

Really a repost - I can only change the title by submitting it as a new story. Based on a prompt from another writer that amused me. Short and sweet. Post Apocalypse - but no zombies. A little humor and no sex. Don't want to give away the story line, so you will just have to read it for yourself. About 2 minutes! Needed to get the story to 750 words for another site, so I decided to share the new version on SOL as well.

Ben is in the Opéra Station of the Paris Metro. Odd things ensue. This came to me when I hit the wall on this year's NaNoWriMo effort. At the time it seemed pretty funny. You decide. With apologies to a certain Oxford mathematician and his story about a girl and a rabbit.