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Not the Boston Tea Party…

“Fandom: Doctor Who/QAF USA cross over

Summary: The Doctor accidently lands in gay nightclub Babylon and has an interesting encounter with Brian Kinney.

Pairing: 10th Doctor/Brian Kinney

Spoilers: None really… season 5 QAF, and also the Doctor is travelling with Rose and Jack Harkness at some undefined time (and as we havent seen the 10th Doc with Jack yet, that bit’s totally fictional… just fun. ”

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“We’re going to crash, Doctor.” Jack called over the noise of claxons as they hurtled through space. (more…)

Numchucks: The Legend Ch. 09

Luckenbauch, Texas~

Anybody who’s ever heard of Luckenbauch Texas, has probably heard of Jerry Jeff Walker (Mr. Bojangles/Up against the wall Redneck Mother) and the Gonzo band. Or Willie Nelson and the Outlaws. Luckenbauch is just outside of Fredricksburg, Texas and an Icon for Texas ambiance and the spawning grounds for so many Texas songs.

Glenn and I were tried and true. That meant that we attended any concert or get together that Jerry Jeff Walker’s (JJW) band had in our area. Well this particular concert was JJW’s annual Birthday bash. The concert this evening was held in the dance hall in Luckenbauch. The bar and store/post office was across the street and that was the extent of the towns structure. Except for the porta-potties that were spread out to accommodate the crowd that had reservations for the annual event. (more…)

One Night In Waterdeep

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“This story is set in the D & D world of the Forgotten Realms. Please feel free to vote and leave feedback!!!!!”

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Waterdeep 20 Kythorn 1376 DR

The smells and sounds exuding from the multitude of booths was enough to make one’s head spin as merchants hawked their wares that made up the busy Market. Spices, grains, fresh fruits and vegetables, and livestock filled booths alongside others full of cloth, paper, metals, and weaponry. Colorful banners flapped in the gentle breeze. (more…)

No Past, No Future Ch. 03

The alcohol flowed freely and the guy next to me had about ten hands because they were constantly touching my body despite my meager attempts to keep them away. But I really didn’t want to keep them away; I was putting up a little bit of a fight to show I wasn’t that easy.

It was a Friday night in late September. The Tucson heat was beginning to subside to a more comfortable temperature. I had made a few friends since moving there and they took me out for my birthday. We were at one of the cowboy slash rock bars that dotted the Speedway. I was drunk enough to let my inhibitions down and getting drunker. (more…)

No Past, No Future

“Author’s Note: I got the idea for this piece after watching the video to “Show Me How to Live” a few times. It’s amazing how a few gratuitous shots can start you down that celebrity-fantasy road. My apologies to Chris’ wife, but sometimes you just got to share.”

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The sun was setting over the far distant hills and fatigue was settling in. You can only drive so far and so fast before the road mesmerizes you and become hopelessly lost. That thought was going through my head as I raced across the early summer desert of New Mexico. And you can only run for so long. Sighing I began easing the speed down from a cool hundred down to a more manageable seventy-five miles per hour. I had to think. (more…)

More Than Just ‘A Quick One’

The year was 1968, the year just before The Who released Tommy, and I belonged to a mini Who fan club in Dayton, Ohio. We were planning on attending their Detroit, Michigan, Grande Ballroom double show. We were a small group of girls, six in all, Erin, Michelle, Sarah, Lisa, Sandy, and me, Zelda. Since the announcement of the of this tour date we started making plans right away. Erin would squeeze us all into her car and drive the 3 plus hour trip from Dayton to Detroit. The shows were on Saturday July, 13, 1968 at 6pm and 10pm. We all would check into a hotel near the Ballroom freshen up and be at the Ballroom by no later than 4pm. (more…)

My Evening with Harris Faulkner Ch. 02

It has been about two months since my evening with the beautiful and sexy Harris Faulkner of Fox News Channel! She was all I thought about! It was so hard not to tell my friends and co-workers! I wanted to shout it out to the world, but who would believe me? I never really considered myself to be good looking, just average looking. Guess I was real lucky that night!

We have exchanged email about every week or so, but because of her profession and celebrity status as a news woman on FNC, we never discussed what took place that one rainy evening in New York City! We had previously agreed that if the details leaked out about our adventure together that evening, it could comeback to hurt her in this “Terribly Political Correct Society World” we live in today! We never even exchanged cell numbers. (more…)

My Immortal Ch. 02

When I woke up the next morning I noticed it was five to twelve noon. Then I remembered Amy Lee. I looked beside me and sure enough, there she was, right beside me. Sound asleep. Then with a sudden sinking feeling, I remembered another detail of yesterday that I’d forgotten. Gillian, she was coming over at twelve. There was a knock at my door and Amy awoke with a start.

I jumped out of bed and told Amy to stay put. I quickly threw on a dressing gown to cover my naked body and clambered down the stairs. Unlocking the door, I prepared for the worst. (more…)

MObscene Ch. 02

Manson slipped onto the tour bus, his bag slung over his shoulder and smirk on his face, which was better for everyone because it was rather obvious that he was now in a much better mood than before. When Manson was feeling good, it didn”t necessarily mean that everyone else was feeling good, but when Manson was feeling bad, it was never good for anyone. He stopped at the scene that met him on the bus, cocking what would have been an eyebrow before shaking his head and sitting down. “You really know how to pick “em, 5.” He commented in amusement. (more…)

Mistress Sometimes

Once upon a time there was a mistress. Mistress Sometimes. And she kept a small stable full of bright and sexy young men to attend to her. But she was no ordinary mistress. No, not Mistress Sometimes. For this mistress enjoyed her young men to be strong and willful, that she might discipline them.

With Mistress Sometimes, though, the punishment was often much better than the pleasure, so while her young men were actually extremely obedient, they enjoyed being naughty because it meant that they would be punished. And punishment was always a pleasure. (more…)