Chapter 1 School Days My name is Dallas Larson and I live in Vancouver, B.C. I never officially went to college. I just dropped in on a regular basis and listened to the professors and lecturers. It wasn't easy, but security in the early 1980's wasn't anything like it is today. I had no problem buying used text books and, as a result, I got a very well roun...
Chapter 5: Anne Re-Pays her Debt It was almost two months later when I got a phone call from Anne; she had been sunning herself at an exclusive resort. She was sorry she had not spoken to me earlier. I was magnanimous, I understood. Anne needed me and she would not say what for. I suspected that she was setting up a belated congratulations and thank you par...
Neighbors are making porn for profit and recruit new talent from next door. Tom was busy in his yard taking close up photos of a brick wall when he became aware of his neighbor Joe peering over the fence. "It's just amazing how much fun you have," Joe said, "When your wife is away at her mother's but don't worry it can be our secret." "Actually not as sil...
Dear Reader: The basic plot of this story was suggested to me by a guy with the nom de plume of BT Tap. I created the characters and put them into the situations that he suggested. Neither of us had any idea of how to get the characters out of these situations. Obviously I have put some of my own ideas into the story. Thank you BT for your suggested plot....
Amina Muhammad, a pious Muslim woman hailing from the beautiful nation of Somaliland but now residing in Vanier, Ontario, knelt before Dale Schuman, a short and skinny Jewish-Canadian businessman. Eagerly she sucked his long and thick white cock. Smiling in pleasure, Dale ran his hands all over Amina Muhammad's stylish hijab as her head bobbed up and down wh...
A further chapter in the story of the unlikely relationship between the beautiful blond heiress, Tara Hawthorne, and me, Seth Johnson, a poor kid from the wrong side of the tracks, during Christmas break in our sophomore year in college. At the time, Tara was nineteen, and I was twenty. You will have to read the first two parts of this story to understand th...
Sometimes I do it all wrong. I ought to have known there was a problem when the biggest villain in the city invited me to visit his place for a meal. I knew him vaguely having done a couple of dodgy deals but I wasn't exactly a buddy of his. Mickey isn't the sort of man you say no to; there was no way I could have refused to go. The wife and I turned up at...
Not much sex in this story. Just thought you should know. Thanks again to "Gypsies" for editing my story. How do you know if your wife is cheating on you? Is it a change in her mood? Does she leave the house in the evening? Does she always want to go out with the girls? Or, any number other of the hundreds of things to look for? Mine is just a gut feeling...
I'm on a Greyhound Bus heading south, sitting right down at the back at the outside window. It's the appropriate place for a runaway slave; soon to be an ex-slave if everything goes to plan. Every few minutes I can't help craning my neck around to squint back along the road as best I can. I'm half expecting to see the blue and red flashing lights of the loca...
Zack loitered in the ship's entranceway, surrounded by the other bustling cruise passengers. He recognized some male acquaintances from previous excursions and a few of the regular crew and staff. He could have boarded privately and been escorted straight to his topside premium cabin suite. But he liked this first encounter to peruse the first time passenger...