The Busy Road: I am so used to it by now that when the traffic falls silent, I think a storm is coming.
(One slightly naughty, very short story, estimated reading time: 1 minute) Last night Mildred, my neighbor on the floor below, masturbated with an oboe. The oboe wheezed and squealed in her vagina. Mildred groaned. Later, when I thought she was finished, she started screaming. I lay in bed with a book about India. I could feel her pleasure pass up through the floorboards into my room. Of course, there might have been another explanation for […]