Tyrese Rutherford was bored out of his mind as he, his mother, and a small tourist group of pear-shaped corny yokels were lead through an Amish community in upstate New York. Tyrese was a city-boy, through-and-through, born and raised in the concrete jungle of Queens. He was not accustomed to being around trees, open spaces, farmland, and mud, which he caref...
Chapter 3 -- October, 1941 Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2011 With thanks to Doug, Elliot and Pepper for editing and support and for Jimmy B. * Although the blue tail-rudder blended well with the sea below, the plane's chrome-yellow wings and fuselage screamed "Here I am!" to anyone looking for it. Reaching its ceiling, the plane abrup...
The characters and events of this story are purely the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidence. This story is a sequel to Katrina in the Sun. My thanks to those readers who have voted for the first story and for their comments. This sequel is the result of requests for a continuation of the sto...
WARNING TO NEW READERS TO THE SERIES - This is a long, rambling story and VERY British which has been divided into several parts for ease of editing and reading. The individual parts will make more sense if read in sequence as they follow straight on chronologically and therefore new readers should start reading at NOVELS & NOVELLAS > The Touch> Chapter 1 –...
Author's note: This chapter is self-edited so please excuse any typos or grammatical errors. I have tried to eliminate them but they may have slipped through. The next chapter is about two-thirds the way done and as long as real life doesn't interfere to much it should be ready to post in a couple weeks. I hope you enjoy this chapter and please take a momen...
In this story the career of one of Hollywood's greatest sexy symbols has a fictional encounter with that staple of vintage Hollywood auditioning techniques, the casting couch.... * Fred Stern was not a happy man. Sitting at his solid oak desk all he could see strewn in front of him were reports, memos, budget forecasts and contracts for current productions...
Someone was fucking with Darin's truck. Stealing gas, someone had rummaged through the jockey box, a couple of tools behind the seat vanished. There was a scratch on the passenger side door that was new, Darin knew he didn't put that there. He liked that truck, inherited it from his father who bought the thing brand new. The right side tank now read 1/4 f...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
"You're up!" Nancy shouts as we enter the living room. "Of course, with that racket going on up stairs." Joan comments "Wow! Is that a just fucked look or what." Arlene adds. "Sounded like it was pretty good. By the looks of Nancy she got a good fucking!" "That's what you wanted wasn't it?" Irene chimes in. "You guys were gone for 45 minutes and it sound...
You know how most gorgeous girls have a not so gorgeous friend.... Well usually I ended up with the ugly one. Except this time, I pulled the beauty, and left her friend in the wake. Jessica is my girlfriend, I am proud of her; I like the look on other guy's faces when they see us out together. The jealousy and envy. It's the first time this has happened to...