Note: Thanks again for the feedback, especially comments! To the one person who offered to help edit this, I would welcome it - I suck at editing and I overuse cliches/phrases/etc. Though that offer was sent anonymously, so I don't know who you "R". Anyways, since it turns out people are reading and following this series, I'm going to take the time to actu...
NOTE: This is a work of FICTION! Although the areas this story takes place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you, are NOT REAL. As you read this story, try to remember, this is a NOVEL. The author retains all rights to this story. Chapter 1 1. In the begi...
The Vassal Academy Ch. 27: The Actors Arrive After breakfast, Devon went to his office to check the news and messages that had come in during the night. He had just sat down and was reading the first message when Josh knocked on Master Devon’s door and entered when bade. “Master Devon, please forgive this interruption, but I need to talk to you.” “Sure J...
"Good morning Maggie. What's happening? Did you get those files I sent from New York yesterday? I want to make sure the responses to the RFP get out and that my trip report is delivered to Mr. Taylor as soon as possible." "Welcome back Eric. I trust things went well with your meetings." "Fuckin kick ass. Unbelievable. Everything worked perfectly. We negoti...
Chapter Five. For the next few days, life was a bowl of soup. It had no shape, no focus, and no target. He'd returned to his apartment, hardly recognizing it as the place where he'd lived before. At first he'd tried to sleep. Then he'd tried to read, watch television, sleep, eat a sandwich, hear music, drink beer, sleep, watch television, and drink booze. T...
Chapter 5: The Accidental Dominant, Part Two I figured that it would take me a little less than an hour to wash and wax my dad's car to my mom's satisfaction. That would still give me five hours or so to get online and learn everything I could about Mrs. Stone's unusual, er, preferences before she arrived. That was the theory, anyway. Subtracting the time...
"You marry me. I have money." The hot tight bodied female asking for my hand in matrimony was holding out a tight roll of American currency in her hand. Now having girls giving me money and asking for marriage is not something I have happen a lot. This brings up the big question-Why? Was her plea for us to be wed in married bliss due to my stunning good l...
Warning: This story contains graphic scenes depicting lesbian sex and humiliation. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely co...
This story is a combined sequel. It is a combination and continuation of "Want Ad" and "Palmistry". This story should work okay as a stand alone story, but the two previous stories will give you some background. In "Palmistry", we learn who Bob is, why he's in therapy, his attitude toward therapy, and experience some of his pranks. "Want Ad" will give you ba...
The G-Spot . . . Or not. * A note to my readers. This story is based on fact. If you doubt that, Google 'G-Spot' and read the results of actual studies—not the many fluff sites. The results of the combined studies will blow your mind. The conclusion of those studies is that the 'G-Spot' is a myth and doesn't exist. Surprised? Yeah, so was I, since I know b...