Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction based in the world of The Cummoner. The characters depicted herein are the property of the talented comic writer/artist Totempole. This story was written with his explicit permission. ***** Andren B. Caliston, owner and operator of A.B.C. Shoes Inc., sighed as he left the market place. This latest village (he neither knew n...
Denis and I run a small but profitable photographic studio where we specialize in family portraits and we also take glamour photographs. We have our studio attached to our home. It was originally a large hairdressing salon which was purpose built by the previous owners of our home. We do enough of the photographic work to keep us both employed - Denis does t...
The best way to start this story is to tell the reader about me and what I was doing. It was a warm day in July. The year is not important, but it was 1975. I was 28 years old. I had been in VietNam for 2 years and had made friends with some of the best hookers that money could buy. I also was able to go to many different places. Australia, Japan, Germany, F...
Cindy had enjoyed growing up out in the country, her daddy being a dairy farmer. The only part about that life was that her dad had to be there at milking time twice a day, every day, and it was difficult to plan family outings that included him. Life out there was simple, quieter, and under the very watchful eyes of her very strict parents. Oh, she got out...
A short tale about about parcels? Or maybe not. ++++++++++++++ It was an evening like any other evening when I was away on business. After a pretty busy day seeing three or four clients, I'd booked into the hotel, one of my preferred ones, freshened up, had dinner and a few drinks and was back in my room. It was then that I remembered that I hadn't pic...
This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. * Husband sabotages wife's Valentine's celebration with his sudden nudism. Robert listened to his wife, Susan, yapping endlessly about her plans for her Valentine Day celebration. She was like this with every obscure holiday. Every month it seemed they threw a party that cost nearly as much as their da...
Ring, ring. "Hello?" "Hi, Mrs. Martin, this is Bob next door." "Bobby dear, good morning! How are you?" "Just fine ma'am, and you?" "Oh, that's enough with the 'ma'am' stuff, young man. I'm still in my 30's, and 'ma'am' makes me feel old. I've told you before: call me Cindy." "Yes ma'am." "Oh, ha ha, very funny. What can I do for you, dear?" "Well......
Lori knew Donna was on the other side of the door, she could hear her moving. She wished she would open up and let her in. She had decided to obey her, she had won; Lori was risking everything and Donna was making her wait. Finally the door opened but the clang of the door chain echoed through the alcove. Donna ordered Lori to pass her shoes and clothes thr...
Day Eight -- Samantha (b) Samantha brushed right past me into my apartment, dragging a carry-on size "wheelie" suitcase (black, of course) behind her. After she had moved out of the way, I could see that she had arrived on a big black Harley ape-hanger hog, which was now parked in the Randolphs' designated parking space. Stepping into my apartment to speak...
In high school I hadn't been considered a hottie or wild child so I didn't attract a lot of boyfriends. I had a tight petite body with unimpressive but perky b-cup breasts. My mom always told me "Big boobs aren't everything, Pam. You have a really cute butt." I agree with her but guys that age seemed to focus more on breasts than booty. My face was kind of c...