Chapter 1 Jim was 18 when he left Seylam, the small town where he grew up, in the mid west. He was twenty five when he returned, after completing a Masters Degree in business. He had a very good job in a corporation in Miami Florida waiting for him. When Jim left he had no intention of ever setting foot in Seylam again. Too bad were the memories, the pain...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. *Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned, expect to find mistakes. *.**.*.**.*.**.* Chapter 6 Saturday was a beautiful day, blue skies with fluffy white clouds and a ten to fifteen mi...
Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells Love is like a crossbow quiver. You only have so many bolts to shoot before it runs out ***** {11 pm, Monday, August 25th ~ 14 Days to go} {Late that night with Hana} "So, who was the guy who gave you this?" I looked over at Hana while runni...
"Wake up! Wake up!" I heard a voice say. I struggled to open my eyes but the intensity of the glow forced me to keep them shut. "Holly, wake up! We're in danger!" Suddenly I felt someone grab me hard by my arm. The brilliant light wavered then flickered out. "Get up you idiot!" "What? What?" I muttered, as I felt my aching body react with resistance to...
NOTE TO OUR READERS: This has taken a long time to produce because we took time out to get married – yes to each other! We're concluding our story with this chapter. We'll stay in touch with several of you who have contacted us via email. But mostly Lissia and I are going to get 'caught up on our lives together'. We hope this closing chapter brings everythin...
Warning: this story has subjects relating to abuse and a range of other very dark subjects if you are sensitive about this then please don't read if you do then enjoy and don't worry it's a love story there's always a happy ending in a love story. ----- An old plastic tray in my hands waiting in line to get some food, looking around at all the people in th...
Copyright 2018 by Zeta All rights reserved This story may be freely distributed in electronic form but must include this copyright. Sissy School is a work for pure fiction and all locales, names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or living persons is entirely coincide...
Chapter 3: Jazz, Fingers & Confessions, and on a school night, too! Lara and I woke the next morning with two slices of pizza left in the box on the bed. My hand was on the margherita slice. We had gone to sleep over pizza and old movies. I lifted my hand, and there was sauce and a basil leaf on my fingers. "What the hell, I can't let sauce this good...
Helmut Armand Vaughan, he preferred Army, stepped out his front door, expecting to do his daily run. Discovering that Dallas had suffered another of its infamous ice storms overnight, he retreated to his bedroom to get dressed for work. He would need the extra time for the drive in, with the ice and all, he knew the roads would be hell. Just as he made the...
The City Of Angels, Spring 2008 This is the last part of this story. Our hero is anxious to show up for more sex and chaos at a future time. Part 6 was long so it was published as 6a, 6b, and 6c. It seems than many missed 6c, click on the Author's name above if you missed one. Chapters 49, 50 and 51 include sex. ***** Chapter 48. Figuratively Butt-Fucki...