Disclaimer/note: Characters and setting are property of Team Ninja. This fictional story is based on Dead or Alive Xtreme 2. The story features lesbian relationships: and some days (i.e. chapters) also feature violence or offensive language. Please don't read it if you aren't old enough. ***** -Morning of Day Nine- I left a note on Hitomi's night stand an...
Author's Note: all characters except Galatea belong to the creators of Star Trek and are used without their authorization. This story takes place after my other Star Trek tale (Wa'DIch Ghom). Mature readers only, please. 1996. "Wes, leave her tits alone." Wesley Crusher reluctantly moved his hands. "I wish they were bigger." "They're fine. Trust me." "Tr...
An hour before Raw on this Monday night, every one of the WWE Divas were called into Vince McMahon's office. They all stood waiting until the chairman strutted into the room. * "Ladies, you are probably wondering why I brought all of you here." He said in his classic Mr. McMahon voice. "As you know, ratings for Raw and Smackdown have been down way too muc...
Author's note: This story was written with the original '60's TV version in mind. I know the show was a joke in and of itself. A few hours and beverages of my choice produced this story. It's meant for a chuckle. I hope you enjoy it. Kirk ****************** "...Last time as you recall, Professor Robinson was sleeping one off after eating some bad mushroo...
'Wow, just look at this place, it's fantastic,' gasped Laurel Thomas as she stepped out of Rodney Blackstock's car at the swanky hotel outside Harrogate. Laurel had won a luxury spa break in a magazine competition and had chosen Rodney's daughter, her best friend Nicola King to join her. As Rodney drove off the two girls looked at each other and said in un...
"Ok, Mulder, let's have it. Why did you drag me out to some park on the outskirts of town in the middle of the night?" "C'mon, Scully, you know you have nothing better to do than creep around in the dark of night with yours truly," he said with a smirk as he handed her a cup of coffee. "Uh, let's see, I could be reading or catching up on my email or...slee...
It was one of those steamy Mississippi days, when the temperature soared along with the humidity and Davenport, Iowa, baked hot and damp. It was so fuckin' miserable that I even went into the mall to get out of the dampness. Thank goodness! I parked my old Dodge Challenger – yep, like the Vanishing Point model but lovingly restored – and walked as fast as I...
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October, 1959. Robert felt awkward at best. He had never been at a TV studio before and here he was about to be ON television. Just a few hours ago he had been at lunch with his old friend Rhett; he was visiting Chicago on business and looked up his old school chum from the University of Mississippi. Rhett was helping to produce a new show and needed peopl...
I do not own the characters (they are owned by Masashi Kishimoto). in this story Naruto and Sakura are both 20 Naruto Uzumaki Namikaze sat in the living room of the Hokage Mansion at night looking at a photo album of his adventures with Team 7 during his childhood. Ever since the end of the 4th Shinobi World War, he found himself reflecting on his time s...