Maurice Pirelli
Bio
Mr. Pirelli, a former cab, bus, and truck driver, is writing the sequel to his first novel. He enjoys the company of sophisticated women at local brew pubs, and is considered to be the second most interesting man in the world.
Stories (3/0)
Did You Say the Basement or Debasement?
Waking up with morning wood was always a nice reminder of my virility—even if my wife was more interested in waking up with the woman next door. Maybe Micki would ask me to move out today after she spent the night in someone else’s bedroom. In the meantime, I had some work to do. Masturbating would have to wait.
By Maurice Pirelli5 years ago in Filthy
I Only Think with My Ovaries
When my wife suggested that we try having a polyamorous relationship, I thought that she wanted to sleep with other men. In which case, I wasn’t sure if I was going to be interested in remaining married at all. Then I walked in on her going down on a woman in our bedroom—a much more interesting scenario. Micki had her face buried between our neighbor’s legs when I opened the bedroom door. Our neighbor, Jan, was a divorced empty-nester with dirty blonde hair, streaked with gray. She was blindfolded and breathing heavily, completely unaware of my presence. I decided to wait before saying anything.
By Maurice Pirelli5 years ago in Filthy
You Don't Even Have to Get Me Drunk
I walked into one of my favorite bars for a beer and a basketball game. There was an empty bar stool right in front of one of the monitors so I sat down. The clientele was mostly men, but the bartender was a woman so that was some good news. Then I noticed that the stool next to me was empty, and the drink in front of it was still half full. Hopefully, whoever belonged to the drink was not some old fuck who wanted to slur out his various philosophies about sports and life when all I wanted was a quiet beer. The bartender stopped in front of me.
By Maurice Pirelli5 years ago in Filthy