This story is not part of the Valentine's Day contest, even if characters and topics are tangental to the subject. * I looked through the Zeiss Rangefinder-binoculars again. The distance wasn't a problem — 25 yards is easily within range. The difficulty was that when you are in the man-made Grand Canyon that is mid-town Manhattan, you suffer from every ot...
"The resort is in desperate trouble." Arturo said. The owner of the four star beachfront resort where I worked had been looking sullen and crushed the last few months ever since the Hilton was built on the other side of Belfast Lake. "We are having a hard time attracting new business and an even harder time booking the big parties." Arturo was usually an inc...
So what WAS the moral of the story? He suggested several possibilities: --Don't be a heavy drinker. --Heredity outweighs everything else. --You can't trust anyone, even members of your family. --Stamina is very important. I don't know which of these is right, or whether any of them is the best. I came up with another one on my own. Let me tell you the s...
Last night Ken Shigenori had gone to bed secure with his lot in the world. He'd gone to the right school, worked hard, been admitted to the right university, worked hard, took a job at the right city firm, worked hard, and while he wasn't one of those 'Masters of the Universe' the papers liked to bang on about, after successfully closing out the DiMaggio dea...
This story involves people with a particular fondness for body hair, so if that does not interest you, you might wish to skip this story by. .... Chapter One: Running late. Damn! I swiped my credit card through the machine again. Nothing. One more time produced the same result. "Sorry," a female voice said over the intercom, startling me so much I droppe...
The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. This is a "lite" BDSM story with some FemDom thrown in for fun. ***** Years ago, in what seems like another life, I used to work with the color guard girls at the local high school. Flag spinning and tossing, rifle techniqu...
I do not own or am in any way connected to 'Chuck' or its characters. This story mostly takes place during the season 2 episode, 'Chuck vs. the Fat Lady'. The lovely ladies in this story are Yvonne Strahovski as Sarah Walker & Jordana Brewster as Jill Roberts Now, enough talking. Let's make it showy! ********** She should have been used to this by now...
I do not own or am in any way connected to "Chuck" or NBC. This is the third entry in my "Sarah vs." series following "Sarah vs. the Sandwich Shop Girl" and "Sarah vs. the First Love." While it's not necessary to read the other two stories to know what's happening here, I would still greatly appreciate it. This story, as all in this series do, stars Yvonn...
John: Whatcha doing? Sarah: Reading. John: Reading what? Sarah: A story. John: What's it about? Sarah: Bah...nothin' good...lookin' for another one John: Found anything? Sarah: Not yet Sarah: Wanna tell me a story? John: You want to tell me one? John: :D Sarah: Hmm Sarah: Once upon a time... Sarah: lol John: heheheh John: Den I blew the ginger...
Sarah ran her hand over the empty spot in the bed. It sucked waking up alone, knowing the person she thought she had a profound connection with snuck out in the middle of the night. She wanted to be angry or hurt but she just felt empty. No wonder Frank left her, she was a complete idiot. Why did Laura leave? Sarah honestly believed they made a deep connec...