"I can't picture you guys doing it," said Scully. She had said this before, dozens of times. But this was the last time she would say it. "You can't picture us guys doing what?" I asked. "You know, Henry, doing it." "Well, actually, we don't do it anymore. I cream her at chess so bad she won't play me." "It's true," said Myra, who saw where I was going....
Mount Baker, National Park August 15th 1993 Mallory Wright was tired and she ached from toe to scalp, yet all that vanished when she looked up and the stars and galaxies spread out before her. "Told you it would be worth it," Brian kissed her gently on the cheek and Mallory smiled. He had told her that and the truth was she kind of didn't believe him but ca...
Ryan and Kallie were following the coast down from New England to visit old friends in Georgia. They'd been fighting a blinding rain storm for hours and they were sick of it. When Ryan saw the neon sign proclaiming "Piney Green Lodge, Vacancy" against the blue-grey North Carolina sky, he tapped Kallie's leg, she nodded enthusiastically and they pulled in. T...
Jack Scully pulled up in front of Margaret Houlihan's tent and laid on the horn. "Shake a leg, Hot Lips!" he yelled, "I don't want to waste another minute of this twenty-four hour pass!" "Listen, Sargent, Scully." Margaret began, her voice filled with eagerness. "It's back to Private." Jack corrected. Margaret shot Jack a disgusted look. "Back to Private...
Mount Baker, National Park, August 25th 1:02pm Scully signalled with one shaky hand for Mulder to back off, she was hunched over by the water's edge vomiting up the contents of her stomach. Mulder took a step back, his gun still clutched in one hand, he could hear Mears talking to Haskell a little way off, mumbled words from him weeping from her, Mulder's o...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the final chapter of "My Life is Different". It's the least erotic of all the stories I write for this website, and it's the one that generates the least amount of fan-mail. I've also pretty much run out of ideas for things for Buffy and Willow to do. Buffy the Vampire Slayer was once my favorite TV show, and I've enjoyed breathing som...
While I don't want to give lots of background about my life, some is necessary to understand my story. I was born Kate Colleen O'Keenan, the second daughter in a family of eight Irish Catholics. My older (by 14 months) sister Bridget was/is a haughty entitled bitch (since this is my story you have to accept my characterization -- you can contact her if you...
~~Jack~~ "Name them yet?" "No. Really torn on it too." Jack leaned down, held out his hand, and smiled as the two crows each took some oats from his palm. "It's gotta be something meaningful." "Bonnie and Clyde?" His sire laughed at his own joke. Tacky, but the mafia boss man made it work. "I'm thinking something a bit less depressing. Just... nothing co...
Whenever someone mentions Bill Buckner, I get an erection. Not a simple half mast salute like when one shakes longer than necessary at the urinal; I'm talking about two inches away from bumping into a vagina type of raging boner. It's not that I find him, or any man for that matter, attractive. While same the incident that befell him one Saturday night bac...
Melissa was good, and she knew it. She was ten years out of the Academy where she'd graduated with the second highest rating for a woman, ever. She was also, ninth overall in the Academy's training records at Quantico. She'd been the principal investigator on many high-profile cases involving nearly everything including racketeering, robbery, forgery, the wh...