Authors note: A little holiday quickie for all my avid readers. A longer one is out to the editors and hopefully will be back in time for this contest! Enjoy! * I've always enjoyed the Christmas holiday, and this year was no different. It wasn't just getting presents, because to be honest I gave far more than I would ever receive. That was what Christmas w...
After they drank the hot chocolate Brenda made, all three of them went upstairs. "I think I should check on Sylvia," Karen said when they reached the top of the stairs. "Let me do it," Brenda said. "If she's still awake, which I doubt, I can probably handle her better than you can." She walked to her sister's room, opened the door, and disappeared inside....
Author's note: You'll need to read Chapters 6, 7, and 8 for this to really make sense. Katherine was stumbling to the elevator after enjoying her salmon and Long Island iced tea. It was the second alcoholic drink she'd had in her life. It was also the second alcoholic drink she'd had on this trip. The problem was she didn't know it was an alcoholic drink....
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. Also, if male or female bisexuality offends you, kindly hit your backspace key now. *.*.*.*.*.*.* "Eighteen years lon...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned. Also, there is male bisexuality described in this story. If male bisexuality is abhorrent to you, please exit this story now. *.*.* Elegantre,...
"I'm back! UH! Back in the New York Groove! I'm back! UH! Back in the New York Groove!" Chris and I sang that song over and over (we only knew that much of it!) as our plane landed at Kennedy Airport with the rest of the tour staff. New York City was now before us. Neither of us had been here before and it was like our Vegas trip all over again. Only this...
After what took place on Tuesday, Mrs. Anderson told me to come around Thursday, around ten. So Thursday morning comes around and I'm sitting around. I look out the window and what do I spy? Little Bobbie Gershwin from next door is outside cutting the lawn, in a halter-top and a tight pair of Daisy Dukes of all things . . . Bobbie Gershwin has this HUGE ra...
The idea that I might have an easier schedule with the Morrison group than with Artists Unlimited was anything but. To be fair, I was working a lot of assignments but I began to think that Jackie Morrison's idea of me being a producer might not be so bad after all. For now though, I thought it was best to do the job I was hired for and keep my ambitions in c...
Monday, 6:32AM FBI Indoor Firing Range Bismarck, North Dakota FBI Special Agent Samantha Douglas purposefully rammed the magazine into her Glock 19 9mm pistol that she used as a backup piece, racked the slide chambering a round and then took aim at "center mass" of the paper target 21 feet away. With rapid, dispassionate, mechanical precision she sent all...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual behavior are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned. *.*.* "So I'm sucking his itty bitty dick, fucking thing's so tiny almost crime call it a dick and get this, get this, says to me, 'I thought you b...