Things seemed to be changing lately for me and I wasn't quite sure where everything that I had been doing was headed. For the last year or so, I have been trying, and maybe not as hard as I could, to write better and better. I've gotten poor to fair reviews with my writing, so I attempted to enlist an editor to assist me with all of that. I'm an amateur wri...
Fine- I admit it! I'm an Avril Lavigne fan. I don't really like all her songs, but some are pretty good. And of course she's gorgeous. So when she came to an HMV in Ottawa for a signing, I showed up early. Me and a thousand other wide-eyed teens had gathered with albums and posters for her to sign. This was some years ago and she'd just done a photo shoot...
She woke me at 5:00 AM with a kiss. "Sweetie, we have to go otherwise we are going to miss our flight." Not only was going to meet my parents for the first time; but apparently her parents were coming down to meet me. I was freaking out it was all those damn movies, were the dad doesn't approve of the person their daughters dating. Then they find a way to...
I always get wet when my team makes the playoffs. Not because the opportunity to win the Super Bowl is back, but because it means a chance of dick. Wait. Chance—who am I kidding?—I will certainly be getting sticked. And with the Eagles victory over the Giants last week, my team was in the playoffs and my little cootie was hot and ready to be split. As a sea...
Happy Birthday to Me - Chapter Three Ten minutes past midnight Leaning out of the window to see the dim light outside Lost quiet rainy night kisses passersby Once you whispered in the rain: Happy birthday my loved one Ten Minutes Past Midnight, Sally Yip * * * * * * * * "Hi Isabelle." David waved from his office. "Grab a coffee and come over, got a prob...
Happy Birthday to Me Okay, this is the first "Loving Wives" category story I've tried so a couple of comments before we get into the story itself. One of the things I've noticed in browsing through this category is that most of these stories are written from a distinctly male perspective, with the male partner primarily as the voyeur, sometimes the instigat...
"Good lord – when the hell is this game going to start? I thought the kickoff was going to be at 6:30... and it's already 6:35." - Charlotte began to complain. "Relax, Charlotte – it's only been a few minutes... it's getting ready to start. After all, they just finished the coin toss. See? Your team has elected to kick off." - Alicia responded, already doin...
Triple H had convinced me into playing the waiting game with Stacy. Somehow it came into his mind that if Stacy had to end up waiting on me, she'd get more and more horny. I was thinking on the flip side that she'd get incredibly pissed and I'm screwed instead of screwing. Anyways, it was getting close to start time for the arena crowd's dark matches, which...
Scott Chang was bored. He was sitting in his apartment bedroom fiddling with some old action figures, Iron Man and Batman. There wasn't much to do. Now in his mid-20's, the craziness of college life had slowed down. He wasn't seeing anyone, so he didn't have much to do on the weekends. Looks like a bummer night inside the apartment. He slowly turned around...
He sat in the right field bleachers, halfway up. He was wearing a plain blue t-shirt, khaki shorts, and black Nike running shoes. His sunglasses were flipped on to his head: The sun was playing peek-a-boo for the last hour. He had a large cup of Pepsi on the seat to his right and a half-eaten hot dog in his hand. To his left were a leather-bound notebook and...