Thank you Tigerssman for your editing help. Author's note: I have added a few characters from my past stories called 'My RA," and "Friendships." series. Miss Daisy and Molly are now in their mid to late eighties, instead of thirty when you last saw them. ***** Northern Canada B was a freshman in college. He did everything he could to stay alone, even pay...
[Author's Note: This story brings together characters from two separate storylines: the Helen and B stories and the TLC stories.] * "Robbie?" Ellie snuggled up close. Her skin, slick with perspiration, slid easily over his. The room was redolent with the musk of their lovemaking. Robbie's breathing was still laboured but that only made the impromptu pillow...
No, this will not be a discussion about running around on your spouse, lover or significant other, and it has nothing to do with a Beach Boy's song from the sixties. This will be a brief discussion of several French forms of poetry that have been translated into English. Much like the villanelle, all of these forms utilize a limited rhyme scheme and featur...
Chapter 7: Cameron's Executive Decision THREE WEEKS LATER... Sheila and I stood in an elevator at a California Skyscraper. We rose 70 floors before the doors opened and we entered a long corridor. At the end of the corridor stood a large mahogany door. As we reached the door, it automatically opened and closed behind us. Inside the ample doors was a hu...
Welcome back to Calder House, the place Ladies are finished and below stair girls are whipped into service. The staff are also dealt with harshly should they step out of line by Mr. & Mrs. Broadwood, mid 40s, who ruled the staff as well as the inmates with the strap. The only difference was the staff were whipped in private for any indiscreet actions, pri...
I've written a couple stories on here, and met quite a few people on-line. Some of the most interesting stories and conversations are about real life experiences. I have decided to tell about a few of my own. Of course the names are changed to protect the guilty, but the story is true about how I lost my virginity. I was raised as a good Catholic boy. I act...
Author's Note: All the characters in this story are over 18 and completely fictional. That special someone. Once upon a time there was a young girl who believed that friends could be trusted and love waits... No, this isn't a fairytale, but what she believed was. She was called Kelsey but she grew up, so now I'm called Kelsey and I'm a totally different...
Blessed are those warm, friendly older women who generously use their bodies to comfort young men. Who have outgrown modesty and bashfulness and use their ample endowments for the betterment of young manhood. Selfless, they are. B fell under the graces of such a woman once. She helped him through a hard time, her gentle hands holding him, her billowing warm...
After I had hitched the last fifteen miles (ironically, in the mail contractor's truck) and dropped my gear at my parent's place, "Hi mum and dad, I'll catch up later..." I made my way downtown to see some of my mates I had gone to school with. I was the only who had moved to the university down south, so I had a lot of hanging out to do. Also, I wanted to f...
This is my first ever submission. If you have further ideas or suggestions for further stories feel free. All comments are welcome. Keep it positive. EVERYONE in this submission is OVER 18 YEARS OF AGE. - RS ***** Miss Beatrice Bustee or "B" as her friends called her was tired; tired of watching and attending the boring football matches of the 2014 FIFA Wo...