Author: Gabriel Kellgren

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About: In these five sordid and tawdry short stories, we are transported into a world of trashy, cheap, and shameless women who will do anything to catch or please a man, whether the setting is in a trailer camp in Hannah, Alabama or the Motel 6 in Hollywood, California. In one instance, aliens abduct a trailer park camp and set up a zoo to watch wanton wenches and amoral studs go at it in lustful orgies in the fifth dimension! The author writes from experience here, having been abandoned by his mother at a tender age, and left to fend for himself in trailer parks and the mean streets of Cardiff-by-the-Sea, discovering an old typewriter in a land fill and typing out these stories to chronicle a wayward life. Along with white trash trailer tramps, these five short stories by the mysterious Gabriel (“Pabst” to his close friends) Kellgren will show the discerning reader the true lives of evil babysitters, con artists, would be actresses, strippers, femdoms, and $5 whores who live their shabby lives…

CHEAP GUTTER THRILLS!

Excerpt:

She watches him again. Bobbi Sox Thorn stands at the window and commandeers these cheap binoculars she stole from WalMart two months ago. She eyeballs the guy in the trailer across the yonder way. She spies for movement; seeks proof he's there. Yeah, she could go outside, and stroll by, ear wax his TV on Fox News, hear him doing clack clack clackity-clak on his typewriter. Every time she does this, he stops clack clack clackity-clacking, the TV turns down, and then he stands by the window of his Airstream trailer. He stands there and eyeballs her, like he knows she's watching him. Bobbi Sox finds this embarrassing and she always runs away. She's no stalker, just curious. She finds herself drawn to the neighbor and his clack clack clackity-clack. Bobbi Sox Thorn watches from the window of the double-wide trailer she shares with her husband, Johnny Ray Thorn, binoculars in palm and at eyelash.

Let's face it: Bobbi Sox's bored as crusty cheese on a stale cracker and needs some excitement. Nothing ever happens in this fucking boring trailer park. She's fifteen and married to a man three times her size and twice her age (or so Johnny Ray claims to be: 33) and who has a brain three times smaller than her squishy stuff. Her husband ain't the brightest used light bulb in the room but she at least has some smart: subscribes to the Reader's Digest, reads the tabloids in the supermarket, knows there's a world out there somewhere. She knows the guy in the Airstream is from that world; she has heard that he comes from California. What he's doing out here in Hannah, Alabama, living in a nowhere trailer park, is beyond anyone's noggin. What is he doing, clack-clack-clackity-clacking away on a typewriter machine device thing? Doesn't he have a computer? Even Bobbi Sox has a laptop--Johnny Ray stole her one off a truck in the city a couple months ago.

Bobbi Sox thinks he might be on the run from the law; he's hiding out, having killed someone or embezzled money or whooped ass on his girlfriend so hard that he put her in a coma and knocked out all her teeth. Just thinking about that slapping around gets her panties knotted up, even if she isn't wearing panties right now. She likes it when Johnny Ray slaps her a few times when she pushes him away before pumping her pussy. She's feeling horny but doesn't want to wake her husband up for a romp and stomp; she'd rather go over to the Airstream and do the sexy hop with the typewriter man.

She knows this much: his first name is "Bill." He looks to be in his late 30s-early 40s: tall and thin and wears glasses and has shaggy, curly brown hair. Bobbi Sox wants to suck his cocks. She wants to lick his balls and then kiss him so he can taste his own salty ball cheese, the way her step-daddy used to like. Thinking all this dirty stuff makes her eyeball her husband and think about waking him up with a blowjob. Problem is, Johnny Ray, being so big, has a cock so huge and thick she can barely get her mouth around it, but he does have enormous balls and he hardly showers so they always smell real funky the same way her step-daddy's balls used to stink. And that's just nice.