Find your next favourite story now

Garbage Bag Lady Meets Garbage Man

"garbage bag lady’s response..."

7 Comments 7
1.1k Views 1.1k
103 words 103 words

He was hot. In a sweaty way.

Not that I could talk, I’d out perspired a horse in this ensemble hours ago. 

“Who said I was nice?” I smirked, pulling an extra long neon pink straw from my French plait.

His muddy eyes widened, mouth flapping semi seductively, trying to formulate an answer. 

I tipped the appletini onto my plastic covered lap, hooking my ankles together to avoid spillage in one practiced move.”The mug was dirty as usual, this is fresh outta the packet. I’m Mags AKA, Bags.” 

Taking a long sip, cheeks puckered, eyes dancing wickedly.

“And you are..?”



Written by Anonymous
Loved the story?
Show your appreciation by tipping the author!

Get Free access to these great features

  • Post in the Forum
  • Write your own Stories
  • Contact members
  • Comment on Stories