Author's note: This is a story based on Scrubs and takes place during the My Last Day episode in Season 1. * Elliot Reid was talking too much again. She always talked too much when she was nervous, and it wasn't just talking too much, it was talking to quickly, and she also tended to ramble and lose track of what she was trying to say and continually ret...
VII. For a while Matt had been a bit of a perpetual student. He had gone UBC directly after high school and spent the mandatory five years getting his B. Com. Then, without a break, without even making the generally recommended change of venue, he plunged right into the MBA program at the same university. He met Jenn while doing that, despite a social life...
"Can you tune it to ESPN2?" the cute blonde asked as she downed the last of her thick frothy pint. "And another Guinness, please." The sports bar I run in Bend was nearly empty on this Sunday night. The summer tourist season here in Central Oregon was winding down, snowbirds already flying south in their Winnebagos and kids long ago back at school. The moun...
This is a story of black on white, lesbianism, and black love between consensual adults. I wasn't prepared for the attack when it came, why? Because I expected it to come from someone else that's why. My husband Mick works for a firm of lawyers and he's a bit of a favourite with the boss. This had come about because he had taken on a case when all the s...
Dear reader, this is an interracial story with a lesbian section too. A nasty man loses big time. * I was having the time of my life, I had been battered most of the night, and been told that after a good rest I would be getting some more. And, he had told me I wouldn't be going home any time soon. My husband thought I was being held against my will. We...
Chapter Sixteen – The Abyss Eric made his way home from Rose Noire alone. When he made it inside he went straight to her room. He saw the discarded outfit she'd worn to the club. The room looked like someone had left in a hurry. He hadn't really expected her to be there but he had held out some hope that he'd be able to catch her and talk this through. He w...
Author's Note: I took some inspiration for this next chapter from some of the comments, both public and private, that I had to the first chapter. In doing so, I've written about things (e.g. forced cross-dressing) that I've never personally experienced. Most of my writing is based on things that I've experienced and that I think I can relate. So, if I've mis...
Thank you to I & F for your contributions to this story. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All charac...
"Sarah?" shouted the voice, "Sarah, you in there?" It was Bruce! She ran to the door to see his smiling face pressed against the glass. She opened the door and saw that he had unbuttoned the jacket to show his broad torso covered in a blue denim shirt and the crash helmet and both panniers by his feet. "Was it ever hard to find you!" he laughed. "You sca...
Prologue, sort of. Hi! I have a story, but first I need to clear, or maybe cloud up the air. There's a guy who's been doing a TV show, and who will soon be replacing David Letterman on late night. His name is Steven Colbert, and he invented a word he called 'truthiness'. By truthiness he meant things that sort of sounded true, but in reality were all nonsen...