AJ had just finishes her first week as the new RAW GM She had consulted Shawn Michael and Bret Hart, both who seemed amused that this small in stature newcomer was calling the shots. Michaels had asked her to show some pity to his former student. So Daniel Bryan had been sent to Smackdown. Bret had requested that the storyline with Natalia farting be ended....
Hello! I promise not to leave this story incomplete and that I have written far ahead of what I am posting, today. I hope you enjoy it, and please, leave me a comment. It brings me great pleasure to read them! -SB * -One- "Shit hole." I mumble to myself, looking around as the equally shitty bus moans away, stirring the dust from the dry silt underfoot, a...
Pass Me the Festivus Pole: Group gift exchanges. As Frank Costanza from Seinfeld would say, "The tradition of Festivus begins with the airing of grievances." Pass me the Festivus Pole, and listen up. Takes Festivus Pole This year, the number of group gift exchanges has gotten out of hand for my family. I appreciate that it's an attempt to limit the number...
"Rick?" "Yeah hun? What's up?" he answered, in the most masculine way possible. It could only have had credibility if he was not fully dressed as a female. But his eyes never left the TV screen, a sure sign of his piggish maleness. Diane sighed. "Rick, we need to talk. Now." He glanced furtively at her and then resumed watching the game. "Only three minut...
"There's someone out there for everyone, maybe even me," Artemis Patenaude said to herself, and the six-foot-tall, twenty-something, plump young French Canadian woman walked through the Rideau Shopping Center, smiling at all the happy couples. Men and women, women and women, men and men, folks of all hues, everyone looked happy. Fitting, as this was Valentin...
I went Sue's Sports Massage Parlor today. It took some time, but when I was called in I was already stripped with my towel wrapped around my waist. I took a glance up and saw my masseuse. She was a gorgeous Latina with long black hair, and brown eyes. Beautifully tanned, and with a great spicy shape. She wore a thin silk one-piece dress with low heel shoes....
I am just a blue and yellow can of WD-40, the small, convenient sample size. I have a thin red plastic straw held against me by a rubber band. I love my little red straw, and she is everything to me; her close contact keeps me in a constant state of arousal. I love to feel her smooth, cool surface pressed against my steely body. Mine is an extraordinarily p...
It's a regular night, nothing new or different, and I'm just getting off the 'Hound' bus. You're in the parking lot unexpectedly, waiting for me. When our eyes meet you incline your head slightly, turn and walk away. I know that you want me to follow you. I do. You lead me to a darkened lonely corner between the depot and the mall next door where you've par...
chapter 9 James Parish, MD hardly ever made it to Saigon anymore, not since his little epiphany, anyway. Which came one night a few months after Tet, and not long after Callahan was sent packing. It had been a rough night, with non-stop casualties arriving every fifteen minutes from C-Med's three forward aid stations. They'd been taking sustained fire al...
Okay folks, once again in the interest in expanding our sexual horizons for storytelling and hey, maybe a bit of downright nasty fun, we're going to take a look at some various kinks. Please keep in mind that, first of all, I'm not making this stuff up, hell some of this is just too far out there for that to be the case and secondly, I do not necessarily pre...