An Open letter to all you you sports fans By BigCarl796 The Dirty Old Man Hi Buddy, I just wanted to write and tell you, that I finally managed to meet your sweet young wife the other day. She sure is one fine hot looking young." MILF," with her long strawberry blonde hair, big bright blue eyes, full lips, nice big softball sized tits, narrow waist, well...
Helen was thrilled when she found out she was pregnant. Rick, her husband and everyone else was almost as excited at the news. They had only been married for just a little over a year, but she was ready to add a new member to the family. It was still very early, but she couldn't help but broadcast the news to everyone she knew. She was ready to begin this ne...
Things had been rough ever since my girlfriend Jenna dumped me for some douche-bag she met online. When she told me about him, I was more hurt than I was furious. While I wanted to hunt him down and kill him, I just sat in my room and asked myself why. Why me? I decided that a trip to the beach would probably calm my nerves. Silver Coast Beach was a sma...
As the credits for "The Sound of Music" roll over the screen, I look over at Barry. Everything a girl would want in a man. Tall, dark, handsome, funny, and a doctor to boot. Doesn't make sense that he is curled up in bed with me and Haagen Daas on a Saturday night. Not that I am a bad specimen to be curled up to on a Saturday night, mind you. At 5'2, with l...
(Author's note: This story is an entry into the third Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story will be kept secret until Wednesday, November 20, 2013, when the author will be revealed in the comments section following this story. There are no prizes awarded during FAWC; this is simply a friendly competition.) (Inspiration f...
MONDAY Kurt and Kustler's Mega Bookstore. Union Square. Dark and cold outside. Light and warm inside. I'm browsing, walking up and down each aisle. I turn and walk down another row of Fiction. Up ahead there sits a girl, on the carpet, back against a shelf and legs outstretched in front of her. Her gaze buried deep in a book that she holds open on her lap....
Author's note: Long time reader. First time writer. This is a somewhat goofy prologue set several months in the future after the events of a multi-part series I've already written most of and will be submitting rapidly. The good news is that if you like it there won't be much waiting. Welcome to my silly head... Prologue Heather "Peaches" Miller twisted h...
This story continues on from "A Second Life – Chapter 4". Once again, all the characters, places and events in the story are pure fiction and straight out of my active imagination. I do not accept any responsibility for any resemblance to real people, places or events that occur anywhere. Sorry about the slow start, but I want to give my characters a litt...
Each breathe burned in Rex's oxygen starved lungs. Each mile that had become so familiar these past weeks seemed longer and slower than ever. Each passing moment was a struggle to keep the beast raging within him leashed. He had debated over and over parking the truck and taking across country on hoof or paw. But he was not ready yet...not ready to reveal al...
Disclaimer: I do not own Brooklyn Nine-Nine. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** "Do you want to do this, or not?" Rosa sighed, making sure to keep her voice down so the whole precinct didn't hear. Something which Amy clearly didn't think of. "What?" Amy exclaimed indignantly, before quickly blushing, looking around and then lowe...