Disclaimer: I do not own Nashville and have no association with anyone involved in the show. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Emily had heard that your priorities changed from the moment you became apparent, and that was certainly true for Juliette and Avery. It was true for her as well, although she kept having to remind herse...
Gary hooked his thumb vaguely in the direction of the room that he and Kimberly had converted to a nursery. "Kim's feeding the li'l one," he said. "She'll be out in a few minutes." He often referred to his new baby as "the li'l one." In fact her name was Emily, but at six months, I suppose "the li'l one" is as good a tag as any. Then with his other hand he h...
© 2001 by Mike Yevchekov All rights reserved. No part may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any electronic means, including photocopying, recording or by any information and retrieval system, without the written permission of the author. Even though this is the second part of a story, there is no need to read part 1. * * * * * Tonight has be...
I, Amy Thomson, grew up without many material possessions in a semi-rural area. While I was decent looking I wasn't someone that guys would immediately swoon over, and considering my economic situation could not really gussy myself up to impress them. Also, to be honest, most of the boys I knew I either considered not good dating options, or I was just frien...
Part 7: Emily *** Author's Notes: In these stories, I'm attempting something somewhat new, darker, grittier, and going a little bit further down the proverbial rabbit hole than I've gone before. I'm putting all the tag/trigger warnings (that I can think of) here in the beginning so that you can see some of the elements that are contained in this story so...
Brigid McAllister was just 13 when her Uncle Davie loaded her up onto the wagon near Clones and drove her into Dublin one misty June morning in 1907. She had no idea why they were going, and she imagined it was just a rare day out to the big city. She thought her widowed mam was silly sobbing over her and hugging her fit to crush her, telling her to be a goo...
Art got dressed and got out of the truck, I followed hoping that no one would be around, he made me stand and wait while he locked the back latch on the truck before he would let me walk around front and get in, a woman had pulled up about 20 yards from us and was getting out of her car just before I was able to get in, she did a double take when she saw me,...
This story is almost a stand alone, however; to better understand the characters I recommend you read 'Coke Whore' by RLFJ first. It is my interpretation of the next chapter to that beautiful romance. * Coke Whore No More Chapter 1 Dave looked thoughtfully at a sleeping Nancy, tenderly holding her in his arms after she pumped him dry yet again. An angel...
Emily woke up to a bird singing outside her window, and a fresh breeze teasing her skin. It was fresh and delicious, and she turned to savor the smells as she continued to doze. A moment later, there was a scurry of little feet, and several little tongues were eagerly licking her face and shoulder. "Go away," she murmured, putting a pillow between her face a...
John was laying in bed doing what he always did with his free time, jerking off to the thought of his best friend Emily. They had been friends for as long as either one could remember, and unfortunately for John, it appeared it was to stay that way. Emily always thought of John as a brother figure, but right now John was fantasizing about her figure. John wa...