Near the end of my winter vacation, when my Mom took me shopping in the city, there was a remarkable saleswoman who took an interest in me. I had always worn a uniform of loose fitting blue jeans and a sweatshirt in high school and my first semester in college. As I explained, my Mom spiced up my wardrobe with some low cut blouses, much sexier bras and panti...
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. I don't own any of the Pokemon used in this story. I request all future fan-game makers to please ask me for permission before using any of the new attacks that I might have created. Will give due credits at the end of each chapter to the artists of the Fakemon that I might use here. I think it's allowed, because I'm not mak...
Note: These events take place after "Katie's Pool Party" ***** It was a grey Sunday morning and Katie rolled over in bed looking out the window apprehensively at the sky. The annual city half-marathon was coming up in a few weeks and she really wanted to get a long training run in this weekend. She picked up her phone and checked the forecast and decided t...
Chapter 46 The Legacy of Archangel Michael Michael's bank flourished and he prospered personally and financially as well as emotionally, spiritually, and intellectually. When he prospered so did his community of South Boston because, unlike other patron saints of the people who helped their neighborhoods only because they grew up there and leaving when they...
Copyright 2009 by madengineer3 No similarity should be drawn between these fictitious characters and any real life people. This is simply a story. * The presidential election had been very one sided. The Muldavian press had picked a favorite, early on, and had done their part to make sure their man won. Their favorite was Kar Amabed. His eloquence was in...
DAY ONE. TIME – 7pm "And the last to join our Big Brother house is...Matt!" As the announcer's voice echoed above me, I walked through the tunnel, opened the door at the end, and blinked heavily as my eyes adjusted to the bright lights in the new room. It was a huge living room, with couches against all the walls. 4 coffee tables and a dozen beanbags wer...
My husband, Mike, and I have finally lived out our mutual fantasy of me having sex with another man while he watched. We have been married for 15 years. My name is Candace, but everyone calls me Candy. I am 36 years old and still look pretty good. Although I never "work out," my very active life has maintained my figure pretty well. I am 5' 6", 150 pounds a...
There are no magic formulas for success, but the older I get, the more I rely on a few simple principles to help get me through each passing day. One could argue that these are simply "common sense", but as my wise grandmother used to say, "common sense isn't very common." The common superficial indicators of success-money, a good job, fancy possessions, and...
My friend Phil was the quintessential bachelor not getting married until he was nearly forty, thirty-seven to be exact. He owned a gym, drove a new Corvette convertible, and was a regular, every night, at all of Boston's hot spots. Friendly and personable, Phil knew everyone and because he was such a popular guy, everyone wanted to be his friend. Every weeke...
10 - Epilogue: Simon Milton winced as he gingerly lowered himself onto the burgundy leather chesterfield. Whoever the bastard was who'd worked him over, he'd done a bloody good job of it. He'd get even with the fucker if it was the last thing he did. He lit a Davidoff cigar and took a long drag, then balanced it on the edge of a cut glass ashtray on the s...