Can you feel the love tonight...
With that, the saint bernard breathed once and then dove into the water. his light shone for a moment before disappearing into the murky gloom.
Summertime happiness
This was a fiction story of a women and her dog. This is one of my stories I made a long time ago, but left it under the rug. Figured I would give it a shot and share it. Hope you like it. ============================ Today is HOT! It's almost...
Chapter 1 - Car Trouble
It had been a great afternoon of BBQ and swimming and visiting with friends but things were winding down and everyone was heading out. Mutt went out to his truck but for some reason it wouldn't start, so he went back to the house to use the phone as...
Feeling better
Today was a bad day. That was all I could think about all day. I felt like shit. Earlier today, while at my sister's wedding, some girl sexualy assaulted me, caused a scene at the wedding, painting me as the bad guy and ruining my sister's wedding for...
That Makes Us...
The saint bernard was a sophomore and he had to pay his dues amongst the older guys. truth be told, the tall, rugged halfback kind of wanted to be alone right now.
Breaking The Line Draft 1, CH 05
"i can talk with niclas brukammer," the saint-bernard said, "as well as anyone else in europe. i can make a case for san francisco being a safe place."
Backdoor Plumbing
"i'll try and remember that," the saint bernard said with sarcasm.
Juices
The big gruff saint bernard follows at a discreet distance, one wary eye on the kid, the other watching his surroundings.
Liferings
I must have fallen asleep in my chair that night as when I woke the sun was just washing through the big picture window, Christina was snoring in my lap, Pete was sleeping slumped over with his back against the couch, with Ghost and Maverick curled...
Thanksgiving Shock
Ryan the well-built saint bernard said. "i am gay too i.
At the party...
It's 1:00 and the party has been going for hours. Standing by the bar is a silver fox dressed in black pants and a gray muscle shirt, drinking a screwdriver. From around the corner comes a St. Bernard dressed in loose cargo pants with chains hanging...
Bedtime Romp
Jørgen was lying sprawled over my unmade bed when I entered the room. He raised his head and looked at me with his soft brown eyes, dropping his jaw and letting his huge tongue loll out, dripping long strings of drool from his jowls. "I see...