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Oct 3, 2017

A Nude World {public nudity/masterbation}

In a world where sex and nudity wasn’t something to be hidden, there are a few trains that are being backed by some elite schools. The ones that transport their students from the inner city to their campuses that are out in the country so there would be less pollution to hinder the growth of their students, and to of course justify the tuition that they charge.

There are ones built for girl schools and others for boy school. A few have started to see how both could be mixed and if there was a market for that. These trains were designed one real reason, despite what a few may use them for.

It was to give them sexual release and also relief of any stress their lives might have given them. It’s been a known scientific fact for years. Instead of denying the sexual creatures that they are, some schools are now providing a physical way to help that along. This frees their mind to do what they came to school to do. Learn. Acquire friends and find out the kind of person they want to be.

They rode these trains twice a day. More if they were on a committee or in clubs. A month in teachers and parents or guardians informed the school in informal ways that they had noticed a marked improvement in their children. They were less distracted. Their grades improved. They seemed happier. And the most common was that they were now always on time for class.

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I have to say. I don’t agree with the nipple piercing. It already looks like they had name tags on their collar. Why stick one to their flesh? If anything, they are still playing off the idea that they kept everything but their clothes and for some reason, they are keeping the ‘dress code’ to that of elementary school age girls. In this country (Japan ?) young kids had their address and contact information pinned to their clothes so if they needed help, an adult or an older child could help the get home.

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Here is the link to the post on Tumblr. 

Oct 2, 2017

Bath Time {gay incest/brothers}

“My brother walked in on me showering and I didn’t notice until he wrapped his arms around me and grabbed my cock. He had to keep his hand over my mouth the entire time so I wouldn’t be loud. But I loved every second of it!”

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I stumbled into the bath and stopped to look back at what I had tripped on. It was my own underwear. Bradly had managed to pull them down when I was leaving our bedroom and I was a little too tired to bother pulling them back up, even when I felt them continue to slide down my legs. I kicked them away towards the clothes hamper before walking past the sink and into the shower. 

I turned on the hot water and waited for what was coming out of the shower head to not freeze me to death. I remembered seeing my parent’s bedroom door closed and I could smell breakfast being made so my brain told me that Dad was still in bed because he had the day off and Mom was downstairs burning toast while making scrambled eggs. 

I stepped in and under the spray of water that was now at a temperature that I could enjoy. I stood there for a minute as it soaked my hair and ran down the length of my body. I reached for the soap that was in the corner of the built-in shelving and worked my way down from my neck to my ankles leaving my body covered in white slippery suds.

One hand placed the soap back while the other drifted to my cock and jerked it a little. I was a little tired and actually thought about not jerking off, then I shot down the idea as I moved out from under the water that had washed my back clean and leaned my arm on the tiled wall as I spread my legs and started to slowly jack off. I watched the bubbles froth up between my fingers as well as slide with my hand as I moved them up and down my already hard dick.

The novelty of the soap had gotten me to the point where my pumps started to speed up to chase an orgasm that I now had in my sights when I felt myself being enveloped. An arm wrapped around my chest and pushed me forward a little, making me let go of my cock to use that hand to protect me from the wall. My cock was then grabbed as I felt a body behind mine as a warm cock was pushed up against the crack of my ass. 

“Looks like I got here just in time,” Bradly said as he took over the jacking for me. The orgasm that had my name on it was still there. It was shaking its ass at me, daring me to catch it as I pushed my own ass back harder against my brother’s dick. 

“Oh no don’t Keth, you are a bit too loud for that. In fact,” Bradly said as his hand that was clasping half my chest moved to cover my mouth. “You are a little loud period,” he ended as his hand on my cock started to go faster. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to moan into his palm. He was right. I was loud. He also said that it was one of the reasons why he liked fucking me. He loved how I reacted to his touches. Watching me twitch and moan got him off almost as much as it did me. 

I tried being silent once, it didn’t feel good at all. My orgasm came, but it felt like it had been a waste of time. I had to move, I had to moan, to make noises when things felt good. To moan loudly as things felt great and things were starting to feel really good. Bradly said that he wasn’t going to fuck me, but as I continued to push my ass back in time with his hand job, I felt his cock stiffen as it slid next to, along or against my ass crack and butt hole. I started to wonder if it was possible for me to angle my hips and have him slowly prod his way into my ass when he took his hand off my dick. 

I almost complained, but then I felt his hand on my ass cheek pulling it aside. He wouldn’t let go of my mouth. I licked his fingers as a thank you for the ass fucking he was about to give me. I closed my eyes and moaned a little as I felt the whole length of his cock as it slid against my hole. I think I may have leaked a little just from that. 

“Yess,” I murmured into his hand as I waited to feel him as he started to push inside. But it didn’t happen. He sandwiched his dick between my ass cheeks like a hot dog in a bun before his hand grabbed my cock and forced me further into his crotch. He was stuck to my backside now. Any movement I made, he made with me. His hand was moving faster even as he slid his dick over my ass hole.

When I realized he really wasn’t going to go in, I leaned my chest against the wall and moved my ass up and down, instead of back and forth. I was going to help him get to his orgasm as much as he was helping me get to mine. I felt his breath on the back of my neck and shoulders. I felt his balls as they moved up and slapped mine as I brought my ass down each time. My throat was starting to become parched and I realized that my moans were getting louder. They were approaching screaming level and the nipples on my chest now hurt as I pressed in on them as my ass moved faster. 

I was almost there. We …were… almost… there…

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Sep 15, 2017

The Story Of The Maids - Lilly {Cunnilingus}


[ I have a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled some of them blips in the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re-post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.]

[The photo I got this story from can be found at the link below along with the Tumblr post I'm copying this from.]

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“Mom,” my son said to get my attention.

“Yes Aaron,” I answered him as I opened my eyes and exhaled.

“I don’t remember this one,” he tells before he reaches over the side table and hands me a photo. We take photos of all our maids. It’s a nice walk down memory lane and it’s how part of our records are kept. Most of the names we are given isn’t always their legal one.

I looked down and saw a face that I hadn’t seen in about ten years.

“That is Lilly,” I said as I remembered how the photo was taken. My husband took that photo at the end of their ‘interview’.

“Lilly only worked here for three years,” I said as I continued to look at the green hair. “Lilly and people like Lilly gave rise to those stories where shady jobs got them through college. But now it’s so normal that I forgot it was as hidden as it use to be,” I ended before giving the photo back.

I settled in my seat again and tapped the head between my legs for them to continue. I lightly hummed my way to the edge of orgasm before I tapped their head again for them to stop. We did that three times until just their breath had me screaming as I came.

I barely opened my eyes and saw that we were alone in the sunroom again.

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Yeah... I was surprised too.

I just posted far more 'stories' than I thought I would have to. to get current with what is posted over on Tumblr. And there are still more 'stories' over there that I didn't post here just because I think they might be...pushing some boundaries for some people.

Yeah, I rock most boundaries unless it's something I really don't want to be a part of and that puts me ahead of most people and their limits.

So if you are wondering what I haven't shown you, feel free to use this link. It will take you to the list of all the posts that I have tagged 'My Stories'. All the long ones, all the short ones. All the very interesting captions that I wrote up and thought was worthy of the tag at the time.

As for some of those boundaries that I was talking about, I may have posted one or two of them here, just for the sake of posting bits for "The Story Of The Maids". The rest, one that I can think of, just because I thought I had posted it already and then not bringing myself to delete it afterwards.

But if any of you think I should take it down, you should know by now how to bring that to my attention. Hint. Use the comment section. 

Two Habits {Gay/Religion}

[ I have a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled some of them blips in the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re-post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.]

[The photo I got this story from can be found at the link below along with the Tumblr post I'm copying this from.]

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“He’s not a girl and he’s doing it in the safety of our walls and only with fellows of his standing. There is nothing to be guilty about,” one priest told the other.

“Then why are you taking him a habit?” The other asked as they walked into the dorm.

“He requested it. He said he liked feeling it on his neck,” the first priest replied with a shrug. “He wears the rest of it under his clothes already, so what harm could it do to let him have this once in a while?”

They look at each other for a moment as they continue walking down the hall before looking away.

“I’ll admit, it suits his face,” the second priest confessed before they stopped outside their destination. The first priest knocked twice, paused, knocked twice, paused and knocked twice again before the door was opened to the junior priest’s quarters. A position he has held since he turned 17 two years ago.

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The Story Of Maids - Subpar {Complaining}

[ I have a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled some of them blips in the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re-post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.]

[The photo I got this story from can be found at the link below along with the Tumblr post I'm copying this from.]

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“Betty must learn to dress her maids better,” I tell my daughter as she greets me at the door and I hand my hat to our own better-dressed maid.

“I gave her the card for our tailor before I left.” I continued as we turned to walk down the hallway.

“The poor girl had to hold up her skirt the whole time.” I lamented before stepping down into the sunroom that we regularly sat to do some reading or sewing. “I’m lucky she didn’t spill the tea on me.”

“You said the same thing about Mrs. Sutter’s maids too last week,” Anna said as she walked over to a chair that already had a book on it.

“I said it because it’s true,” I stated before I sat down on my favorite chair. “But at least she used some decent colors with her uniforms. The ones I saw today were a black skirt, a light brown apron that did the girl’s breasts no favors and simple dime a dozen white panties.”

“Mmm,” my daughter mumbled as she no longer really paid me any attention. I turned to look out the window and saw the gardener as he did some weeding while his assistant watered the plants under the late afternoon sun.

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Do a search for ‘maid’ to see other snippets from this fantasy life. (On My Tumblr page.)

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The Story Of The Maids - A New One {shota/age gap}

[ I have a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled some of them blips in the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re-post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.]

[The photo I got this story from can be found at the link below along with the Tumblr post I'm copying this from.]

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“Mom? Are you in here?” Julie called out before she turned the corner.

“Yes dear,” I answered as she looked into the room.

“A new one for dad or Frank?” She asked as she leaned against the door frame watching us.

“He’s an anniversary gift to your father and kinda for myself also,” I explained as I slowly pushed the dildo into his mouth. He’s been doing great all morning. He could almost swallow the whole thing. It is a little bigger than my husband’s, but this way he will be more than ready.

“You wanted something Julie?” I asked my second oldest as she continued to stand there looking on.

“Oh yes,” she exclaimed as she remembered. “ Viscount Leeds is here to see you. He wouldn’t tell me what for,” she ended.

“That man is back?” I asked in surprise. I pulled the toy out of his mouth and set it down on the table next to us. “Up you go,” I told him before I reached for some tissues to wipe my wet nipples. I stood and fixed my dress before bending and kissing his lips briefly.

“What room did you leave him in?” I asked her.

“The library,” she answered. “Can I use the plugs on him?” She asked as I stepped closer.

“No, you may not. I’m training him. You can jerk him off if you want to get your hands on him that badly,” I told her before leaving the room.

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The Story Of Maids - I Want To Be... {Crossdressing/Exhibitionist}

[ I have a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled some of them blips in the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re-post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.]

[The photo I got this story from can be found at the link below along with the Tumblr post I'm copying this from.]

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“I walked in on Adam masturbating in front of one of the maids again. I shouldn’t be upset with him really. He’s the most ordinary of my children as in he hardly touches the staff. I was far more relieved when I was told he actually had sex with them, male and female alike, than when I found out that he was inviting or ordering them to his room, where they would find him dressed in the day’s uniform. He would then proceed to strip in front of them and then jack himself off as he made them watch him. Then once he had recovered from his orgasm, he would ask them to run a bath for him and before leaving.”

I turned the page from the blond boy that reminded me of my son who was in a similar position and saw a grid of every uniform that has been used since Adam developed this kink of his.

“He is an adorable boy that photographed very well. I liked the one of him with his hair up in a bun as he modeled a Sunday outfit from last year, complete with tail and ears.”

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The Story Of Maids - Thief {bondage/puniishment}


[ I have a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled some of them blips in the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re-post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.]

[The photo I got this story from can be found at the link below along with the Tumblr post I'm copying this from.]

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I looked in on the girl and saw that she was still doing well, even with the evidence of her punishment clearly seen on her face. I closed the door and walked away.

I was about to tell Paula, who was walking towards me, to make sure she got her meal before the staff officially retired for the night, when I remembered how her eyes looked.

“Tia only gets two cups of water before the house shuts down tonight,” I tell her instead.

“Yes Mam,” she answers before she continues on her way.

Her punishment had to be uncomfortable or it wouldn’t be too much of deterrent. I will have to ask my husband what else we could inflict on her, or if we should just turn her over to the law keepers. I wasn’t very good at inflicting harm, but thievery must be dealt with and I will not allow it under our roof.

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Ok. So this one could use some expanding on. Later. Later. 

Brotherly Fun {gay incest/threesome}


[ I have a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled some of them blips in the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re-post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.]

[The photo I got this story from can be found at the link below along with the Tumblr post I'm copying this from.]

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I sat in that chair, in that hotel room as I watched my younger brother as he sucked off the guy he had hired for a night or two.

I was told that we were going to have fun like we use to. I was told we were going to share. I was told they were very good looking. He didn’t lie. I just, for a moment, forgot about the good times we use to have before I got married.

I forgot about all the times we locked ourselves in the bathroom and jerked each other off in the morning before going to school and parting to live in our clicks. About the nights we tired ourselves out so much, that we found ourselves in each other beds more days than not by the time our mom or dad knocked on our door to wake us up.

We talked about each other’s girl friends as we banged in the back of my car about once a month when we had to do it outside the house so we could be as loud as we wanted. I always called it my car, but it was the one our mom shared with me and Dan, my brother, who was now swallowing a cock that was longer than mine. But not by much.

I looked over the head of my cock as he pushed his lips down our companions. I remembered how his tongue felt as he moved it from side to side when he swallowed me all those years ago. Did he still do it the same way? Had he gotten better? My cock jerked as the idea turned me on even more. My eyes moved over his body and took in the tattoos that he told me about, but hadn’t seen in person until now.

My eyes moved to his back that I looked at a lot during the last year of my high school years. He was broader and more solid than he was in my memory and more tanned. I wasn’t surprised that he spent so much more time in the sun with the body he now had. My eyes were now drawn back to his mouth with the bobbing of his head.

The man moaned. His name is Kent. I saw as he put a hand to his forehead before he ran his fingers and hand through his own hair as he looked at Dan as he went down on him repeatedly. My cock now leaked and I fought the urge to grab it and jerk off as this idea zinged through me at the same time. I could cum without touching myself. I had done it before and it always felt great, but at those times I had no way of touching myself. I now had the choice. Could I do it? Could I keep my hands off my cock as Kent got louder and gripped Dan’s hair? My hands held the arm rests of my chair as I resisted the urge.

Dan’s hands held Kent’s side before sliding to his ass as Kent took over and forcefully deep throated his long dick down my brother’s neck. Not once did I hear him gag, but I think one or two moans made it pass that impressive cock in his mouth. Then it was Kent’s turn to become increasingly vocal.
I felt my nipples as they got harder and bolts of lust spread as they throughout my body. One of my hands tweaked my nipple. I allowed myself to do that much. My eyes half closed as I urged my orgasm closer as Kent started to shout.

“Yes! Cock sucker yes!”

My breath became labored, I pulled harder on my nipple as my other hand was grasping and rubbing my abdomen as I kept my hand from getting any closer to my painful, hot, leaking dick. I wanted to cum. It hurt so good. I wanted to make it feel a little better. Just a little…

“OH FUCKK!!…” Kent screamed as he pushed Dan’s face into his crotch and held him there as I watched my cock shot cum onto the floor in their direction.

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The Story Of Maids - Wet Temptation {exhabition}


[ I have a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled some of them blips in the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re-post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.]

[The photo I got this story from can be found at the link below along with the Tumblr post I'm copying this from.]

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“Mother was right,” I said as another maid walked pass us as we continued on our walk through the garden.

“Mother normally is,” Eric said and he turned to give a servant a lingering look. “But what are you talking about tonight?” he asked as he now turned around.

“Her insistence on hiring a handful of female maids each session,” I told him.

“Oh?” Eric asked.

“She said it was a tradition that had perks,” I said as I watched another set of wet nipples that were pressed up to and almost through, the near none existent material that covered the girl’s chest and pussy. I had no interest on what was lower then her waist, so I stayed focused on those dark pink points that came closer to me as if by my own will.

“You didn’t think she meant it literally?” Eric asked as I noticed his hand sliding across the ass of a male maid that was dressed the same way. This one I admired totally. He was busy serving our guests, so we couldn’t pull him along for any fun. Not that we had much time for fun at the moment.
But watching Eric gave me an idea that I shouldn’t have taken so long to realize. The rain had stopped a few minutes ago and my umbrella was now being used as a cane. When the next hired female approached, it was then used as a barrier. She stood still as my hand replaced the umbrella and my fingers slid across her flesh that was warm and cool at the same time.

“What is your name?” I asked as I grabbed a handful and massaged it’s contents.

“Hailey, My Lord,” she said with just a hint of a stutter that I could tell wasn’t from being shy or perceived intimidation.

“Do you know where our room is?” I asked her.

“Yes My Lord,” she answered without looking at us.

“After your work is done with the party, meet us there,” I tell her as I brush a few fingers over her nipple. “And,” I said before dropping my hand. “Don’t change your outfit.”

“Yes My Lord,” Hailey said as she stood there waiting to be allowed to leave.

“You may go,” I tell her as Eric presses into my side.

“You are going to share?” he asks with a hit of laugher in his voice.

“You know I’m only interested in her breasts,” I tell him as I squeeze his waist for a moment before continuing on to our destination. There was Father talking with the Earl of Valca. His wife seemed more interested in the servant who was serving them something to drink as she kept him by her side by gripping his ass. I couldn’t blame her. Besides Arbury, yes I know his name, having a cute and soft ass, I would rather be doing something, if not someone else, than being here too. Like my husband at my side for starters.

“So how are we going to enjoy her?”  Eric asked with actual interest.

“I’m not sure about you, but I was hoping to suck on her breasts through her uniform while you pounded my ass,” I smiled over at him.

“Oh,” Eric said sounding surprised and impressed at the same time.

“Work first Eric,” I told him as Father smiled in our direction. “Work first.”

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I know. I have to nail down all the kids’ names. One of these days I’ll put all these stories together.

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That day is fast approaching. I just check here on Jem's Pages and realized that I haven't posted any of maid stories. I guess they were too short for me to bother with them before. But now. Yeah, I'll start posting them over now. I also think that I may not number them, but give them something of a subtitle. 

Pillow Head {gay/threesome}

[ I have a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled some of them blips in the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re-post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.]

[The photo I got this story from can be found at the link below along with the Tumblr post I'm copying this from.]

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Fucking is done quietly. The pillow has two functions. The first one you know about. To muffle any sounds I make as I’m fucked. The second is to prevent me from seeing which one of my roommates is going to fuck me.

Sometimes they take turns and sometimes I can’t tell if they did. I’m the one that allows this. If I don’t present my ass, they don’t get it and they can’t as for it either. I’m the gay one here, or so I was told back then.

They are being… Accommodating, for all of us. I put my ass out there the first time after they said I needed to get laid to improve my souring temper. One of them threw a pillow at my face when I turned my head at hearing the zipper of someone’s fly being opened.

“I’m not looking at your face while I do this,” I think Kevin said. It was a little muffles under the pillow and it became even more so once I held it in place.

Lately one, or both of them have started to experiment on me. Before they would just drill my ass until we both came, but now my ass gets fingered longer than they needed to, to get me ready and my cock has been sucked and licked on a number of occasions.

I washed my ass out really well tonight to see if they would be willing to rimming me before fucking my brains out. They always fuck my brains out.

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I keep thinking this story is longer than it is. I don't know why. Maybe one day I'll come across it again and make it longer. But that will not happen for a while. Guilt will keep me from doing it until I get back to and finishing up 'The Queens'. 

The Story Of Maids - The Taste Of Breast Milk {straight shota/breast feeding}

[ I have a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled some of them blips in the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re-post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.]

[The photo I got this story from can be found at the link below along with the Tumblr post I'm copying this from.]

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“I’m thinking of expanding my staff Elli,” my friend Christina says as she visits with me today. It’s the first time in months that we have been able to sit down and talk with one another.

“Oh, why?” I ask her as my attention was pulled from the window and to her face. It was summer and I always sat in the sun room to enjoy it before the winter made it too cold to occupy.

“Our Marissa is on vacation and Paul is having a hard time adjusting,” she says.

“Paul?” I ask. “Your son?” to clarify.

“I only have one child Elli,” she said sounding a little offended before a visible chill went down her spine. She never wanted children, but it was one of the conditions of her marriage that she produced a male heir for her husband’s family estate. She was forever grateful that she only had to go through pregnancy once.

“Some of the kitchen staff have,” she pauses as she looks for the right word. “Concerns about his actions and it’s only been two days. By the time I get a suitable replacement, Marissa will be back,” She continues.

I take a sip from my cup as I consider my question for her. I could imagine what her staff has been telling her, so I didn’t really need to ask about that.

“Perhaps you should,” I start off. Really, I didn’t need to ask her anything. “And he should help you,” I add on before waiting for her questions.

“Really?” she says as she directs a skeptical look in my direction.

“One, it would ease his actions that concern your staff, since he would be doing that as part of the interview process. Two, he will have a hand in choosing his next wet nurse since you aren’t willing to cut him loose of such a habit…”

“Johnathan is the one that allowed the wet nurse post to continue,” she cuts me off with.
“You never told me that you were against it,” I tell her in my defense.

“I’m not opposed to it,” she then says as she picks through the sandwiches to find one that she liked more than the others considering they were all the same kind. “We got one when I couldn’t breast feed and when Paul showed no signs of stopping and even demanding his time with the wet nurse as he got older, when she was trying to wean him off, Johnathan said that there was nothing wrong with him continuing. He even said that Paul would have a wet nurse until he felt like stopping since it wasn’t harmful,” she ended as she moved a second sandwich to her plate.

“Are you really willing to let your son continue breast feeding for as long as he wants too?” I ask her in surprise. I always hoped that she was just dragging her feet in putting an end to this.

“Why not?” She actually sounds puzzled.

“He’s fourteen years old now…”

“Fifteen,” she corrects me.

“Fifteen Christina,” I give back to her. “If he isn’t ready to stop now, he may never be.”

“So?” She shoots back at me as she takes a bite.

“Women are more than just bags of milk,” I tell her.

“He knows that,” She says before she finishes the sandwich.

“He knows?” I ask her. She nods her head a little in agreement as she swallows. I sit back in my chair as I wait for her to explain.

“He’s been having some form of sex with his wet nurses since he was ten,” She starts. “First it was just rubbing, Leia was then given permission to jerk him off if he would allow it and only when she was feeding him. He had a number of dry orgasms with her before she had to leave and Marissa was hired. It took a while for him to warm up to her, but a year in things were normal again and then he had his first ejaculation. His father had to have a talk with him after that,” Christina said with a shake of her head.

“This is how we found out that he would have a feeding, before going to sleep, in bed. But with it now being paired with a hand job, it wasn’t that odd. Anyway,” she continues. “Marissa couldn’t calm him down by telling him this was normal and that is where Johnathan came in. Even with the talk, it took two days before he would let Marissa come near him. I told her to start writing reports so we wouldn’t be too caught off guard by some future event. So I can say that on his Fouthteenth birthday, he had vaginal intercourse with Marissa during their nightly feeding. His father was relieved and somewhat proud when he read that.”

“And here I thought that he was going around trying to milk your big breasted maids,” I told her.

“He is,” she confirms. “He seems to have that be part of the sexual act or he can’t cum,” she comments sounding very unconcerned.

“Christina,” I almost whisper in sympathy.

“What?” She asks me. “It’s not the worst fetish I’ve heard of and I’m sure you have heard of far worst ones yourself.” She then went for a cherry centered cookie.

She was right. It was a little surprising to hear but there were only a handful of ways this could have turned out for him and this isn’t that bad. Currently it’s a fetish of his. He is still young and could grow out of it on his own and if he didn’t, I’m sure there are a number of ways to accommodate it.

“So how is Johnathan these days?” I ask my friend as I reach for another sandwich myself.

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I just came up with a name for all my bits about the maids and this household that they are employed at. 

Aug 31, 2017

New Toy … Boy or Coach? - Complete! {Gay Athlete/Coach}

Hello. :)

Yes, I sat my butt down and finished up the story. I then went back and edited the other two parts before the 3 part went up today. I was just going to post the third part when I remembered the editing I did, so I'm posting the whole story here in this post. And you can look back at the other two posts, if you feel like it, to see what the changes were other than typo corrections. :)

Here we go.

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New Toy ... Boy or Coach?


–Third Person POV–

“Welcome to the minor league gentlemen,” the coach started as he stood in front of the whole team for the first time that season. It appeared that everyone was on time today.

The owner of the team had been worried that not everyone would have shown up. And just not for the first day, but for the whole season with everyone trying to hold on to the jobs that they already had during the off-season. But he seemed to have been worried for nothing. Neither the owner or the coach had received such letters. But as the owner walked up to the front of the group, as he was introduced by the coach, he finally put his fears to rest.

Coach Tomkins steps down and stands next to one of the newbies, who was standing up front. They struck up a quiet conversation as the owner stated convincingly that everyone will be paid in full and on time. That all their past grievances had been addressed. He welcomed the newbies by name and thanked everyone for coming back for another season before stepping down and having the coach step back up.

“Well,” Coach Tomkins started. “Not much left to say except let’s practice,” he ended before clapping his hands once and having everyone else start clapping before they turned to find their locker and start to change.

“Allen,” Coach Tomkins calls out as he walks past the newbie and heads towards his office. “A moment,” he tacked on as he continued walking. The newbie of 24 years, walked behind his new coach that looked as in shape as he was, down a side hallway towards an office that was roomy and well lived in.

Coach told him to shut the door and take a seat. He himself sat behind his desk before reaching for a purple envelope.

“I found this on my desk when I came in today. This is some joke to possibly throw me off my game is it?” he asked the young man. Allen looks at the closed envelope before looking up at his coach.

“No, it’s all true,” he confirms.

“So then explain to me why I shouldn’t be worried that you are gay? Are you celibate?” he asks him.

“God no!” Allen exclaimed in surprise and with a laugh.

“Married?” Coach Tomkins tries next.

“Nope,” the young man says as he shakes his head.

“In a committed relationship?” was the coach’s next try,

“Not currently,” Allen shot down.

“Then why?” the coach asked to move the conversation along and towards an answer.

“Because I don’t sleep with other players. That can de-evolve into jealous public fights. I also won’t be with some outside person who wouldn’t really be ready for all the traveling I would have to be doing,” Allen started. “I normally hook up with the coach, once he doesn’t get too power hungry,” he ended as he continued to look at the coach to see his reaction.

“And if the coach is married?” Coach Tomkins asked back without missing a beat.

“She doesn’t travel with the team. This is the minor leagues. She stays home and works. At least she has so far,” Allen says as he leans forward thinking this may work out also.

“And you have done this with all your coaches?” Allen is now asked as his current coach leans back and seems to get comfortable with the idea.

“There was this one coach back in college, but he was bad all around and replaced half way through my first year on the team. The next guy was much better.” They both now stayed quiet as they mulled over ideas and sized the other one up. This has almost never gone the same way twice for Allen. He stands and looks across the desk as the coach looks up to see what was happening.

“I can give you a demonstration of one of my skills if you like?” Allen suggested.


–Allen’s POV–

The coach didn’t say anything but just watched me until I started to round his desk. Then his eyes repeatedly darted from me as I advanced on him to the door that he I’m sure he didn’t think was locked.

“Locking coach doors behind me has become a necessary habit of mine,” I informed him as I placed both of my hands on each of the armrests of the chair Coach Tomkins sat in. I leaned in close and brushed the sides of our clean shaven cheek and jaws together before I pressed my body into his before sliding down to end up kneeling down between his spread legs.

I closed my hands in on his waist and pulled his shirt up revealing a well-muscled stomach. Nothing as over ambitious as a six pack, but he had definition and looked firm beneath the treasure trail of black hair that grew more abundant the higher I looked. His nipples were like naked flesh islands surrounded by a sea of black curls.

I had to touch all of it. I pushed my fingers through the curls, raking my fingers along the flesh below and occasionally making landfall to tease both nipples that got harder with each of my passings. My hands continued to play while I now laid my head in Coach Tomkins’ lap. My cheek came into contact with the denim of his jeans.

The next thing I felt was the hot and hard mass that was his cock just below the fabric. I closed my eyes as I took in my first deep breath. My hands fell to his waist as I started to rub my face along, across and in circles along the trapped appendage.


–Third Person’s POV–

Coach Tomkins’ eyes were also closed. He was slowly losing control of his breathing. His mouth emitted jerking cries when his nipples had been flicked, pinched, or dragged under a nail. Once he felt Allen’s face in contact with his crotch any objections he had against his show of abilities could no longer be heard if they were still present at all. He kept his hands and arms where they had been when he was facing Allen before he brought their bodies into contact. One hand rested on his desk. The other one still held on the back end of the armrest on its side of the chair. But once Allen’s hands had moved to commit assault on his person, he had taken over the whole armrest and was currently gripping it tightly as he felt himself being pulled closer to an ejaculation in his pants.

As the idea of that happening brought him close to the event, he realized that he couldn’t let that happen. Too many questions with no answers to be given would be asked later at seeing him in such a state.

“Suck me,” he managed to breathe out. He didn’t try to touch Allen even as he made this request.

“I think that will have to wait,” Allen said much closer to Coach Tomkins’ face than Coach was expecting. His eyes shot open to see clear brown ones looking back at him. “I remember you saying something about a practice and I’m already late. Also,” he said slightly drawn out. “I don’t know if I have the right to lay lips on you yet,” Allen ended with a grin that showed he knew he had won.

“Fuck…” Coach Tomkins moaned as his eyes closed and he tried to stop himself from coming in his pants as Allen’s fingers now found and focused on his nipples again. “Fine,” Coach Tomkins said as he gave in. “Yes. Please,” he quickly added as he once again tried to save his clothing, some of his dignity and to find out if the promise of Allen’s mouth was half as great as his fingers.


–Coach Tompkins' POV–

“Then I’m going to seal it with a kiss,” he says before I feel his lips on mine and his breath invading my lungs. His hands were on my neck but they wasted no time in moving south and then to my belt buckle. I heard as it was opened and the pull before the slack. With his tongue still sliding against my own I heard the sliding of my zipper as it was pulled down letting out some of the warm air that had been heated by my rising temperature.

He broke our kiss and I opened my eyes to see him grin at me before he took a step back and slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

“I have to keep that clean,” he said before he tossed it to the other side of the desk and onto the chair there. He then reached for my waist. I felt his fingers hooking into my shorts as well as my jeans before he started to tug them down. I lifted my ass to help me get off as much as to help him get to my cock.

When I realized I was holding my breath I thought about how to breathe. How to take in air. How to let my lungs do their job and deflate slowly before starting all back over again. It seems so easy, in theory, but with the distraction of Allen as he rubbed his face against my hard cock without the barrier of my pants, hitches interrupted the cycle repeatedly.

Then my eyes opened wide as I gasped open mouthed as warm wet heat stunned my senses as it surrounded my cock. I melted and went rigid at the same time. His tongue continued the dance it started in my mouth and I grunted in pained ecstasy as I was now not being lead to an orgasm, but pushed there.

I felt the palm of his hands on my inner thighs before he pushed them further apart. Pulling me closer to the edge of my seat. My hold that had someone loosen on the arm rests tightened again to keep me in the chair.

Allen pushed his face further into my crotch. I felt as I entered and was pushed further into his throat. When he swallowed me in further a tremor moved up my body and it turned into a growl as it escaped my lips. His nose pressed into my body as if he was trying to consume all of me. He repeatedly swallowed, making this throat move up and down the area of my cock he got that far.

My hips couldn’t stay still anymore. I bucked upwards. I felt his hair between my fingers for the first time. I almost didn’t care that I was cutting off his air supply, but before he could feel him even trying to struggle against what I was doing to him I was coming. The blackness behind my eyes flashed white as I erupted, into his gut. Mini bone quakes moved up along my spine and faded out into my body as my orgasm slowly dead.

When Allen pushed against my hand that was still on the back of his head, I gave no resistance. He sucked on my skin all the way off. I almost hissed from the additional sensation that my body, never mind my cock, was incapable of processing at the moment.

I breathed and then breathed better as I now looked down at the man kneeling between my legs.
“I assume there are some … rules to this?” I asked knowing that if I couldn’t stop him now, then there was no way I was going to stop myself after knowing what his demonstration has just proved to me.

The End

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Jul 8, 2017

"Oh Hey..." {gay/in public}

[ I have a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled some of them blips in the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re-post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.]

[The photo I got this story from can be found at the link below along with the Tumblr post I'm copying this from.]

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I was told to meet him here. Him, being a baseball team member by the name of Jonah. We got on well, but we never hung out before. I had no reason to tell him no, so I texted him back almost right away that I would meet him. And since it was at the library, I thought it was going to be schoolwork related. We did have a few classes together.

I walked around and looked for him for about 30 mins before I just called him to ask where he was. He said that he was in the parking lot. He then asked if I knew what his car looked liked. I told him that I did, with the sound of questioning why he was out there and not coming in.

“I have something for you and I can’t give it to you in there.”

“You have something for me?” I asked him thinking this was just getting more and more odd.

“Yeah, I saw you watching it for so long that I thought I could just give it you.”

I couldn’t think of what he was talking about, but now I was a little interested to see what it was, so I told him that I would be right out.

I took my time since he waited for me to call him to find out where he was. Once I got out to the parking looking and started to look for his car, I remembered that there were two parking lots. The big new one that I was looking at that was built on the site where part of the library had burnt down 20 years ago. There was a smaller parking lot that you almost had to look for if you didn’t know about it.

Once I rounded the corner, I saw his car along with one other on a lot meant to hold at least 30 cars. I walked over and was about to say something as I looked in and saw that he was naked. What I was going to say I quickly forgot as I saw him stroking his dick. I stood there for a moment watching him as two small words slipped out.

"Oh, hey..."

His smooth body. His smooth naked body in public. His smooth naked body in public as he jacked off. I noticed that he looked at me a few times as he continued.

Once I hadn’t run off he told me to get in. As I made my body move, I realized what he was talking about. He had noticed me watching him in the shower. If not just in the locker room as we got dressed and undressed. As real as the car felt around me and remembering that he was giving me something, I didn’t try to touch him until he told me that I could suck him off. It was as I dived in I saw that he was recording us. As much as I wanted to ask him why, I couldn’t pull my mouth away until I bobbed my head 4 times.

He said that the blow job was his gift to me, but the video was a gift for himself. I looked back at his cock that he had gone back to jerking as we talked. I licked my lips and rubbed the front of my jeans. I asked if I could jerk off too. He told me to get comfortable. So I did. I opened my pants and pulled down my boxers so I could rub one out as my mouth fitted itself around his cock again.

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Jun 28, 2017

Taking It Slow {Age Gap/Straight Couple}

[ I have a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled some of them blips in the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re-post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.]

[The photo I got this story from can be found at the link below along with the Tumblr post I'm copying this from.]

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I slowly sank into her. She pulled me closer. She wanted it to happen so quickly, but I wanted to not rush the moment. She was finally legal. 

I made her wait. I told her it was better this way. That there was no rush. But she didn’t see it that way but loved me enough to wait. But she didn’t wait patiently.

She never ruined our dates, but she spared a minute, if not a few seconds, to remind me of what else we could have been doing. Her clothing shrunk by the month. Her suggestions got bolder. It was as if she was in a race with her own birthday.

Her eighteenth birthday was going to be a day that we will both remember.

She showed up early and even woke me up with her repeated ringing of my door bell. She looked far too chipper for that time of the day. She took my hand and lead me to the bathroom. I went along to see what she was going to do as I started to really wake up.

She jumped up onto the counter and lifted her legs to pull down a pair of green lace panties. She dropped them next to this little bag that she had brought with her. Her skirt stayed hiked up, showing off a lovely dark brown bush of trimmed hair between the top of her thighs.

A buzzing sound pulled my attention away. I saw an electric razor in her hand before she opened her legs a little more.

“No,” I implored her as I realized what she was going to do.

“I’ll let it grow back,” she said before she started at the top and worked her way down.

“Then why shave it off at all?” I asked as I watched as she de-aged her pussy.

“When you first met me,” she started without looking up. “I was bald down here.”

“So?” I asked her when she didn’t continue.

“It’s my first fantasy,” she said as she looked at me for a moment before going back to executing her plan.

“You had fantasies that young?” I asked as internally moaned as she got rid of the last of the hair down there.

“Of course,” she said as she dusted the last bits off her body and onto the floor between us. “I was young, not unknowing,” was her defense. I continued to watch as she wet a washcloth, that she also brought with her, and whipped her sex down to really get all the hair and clean her skin.

Next was a bottle of something that smelled like flowers but looked like an oil. She rubbed it over her shaved flesh and into her vagina. I had kept myself from touching her for so long that I wasn’t sure what to do other than lean back against the wall in my small bathroom as I watched her starting jilling off.

“Catty?” I asked her as she pulled her legs up and placed her heels on the edge of the counter showing off her pussy that she continued to push into and the hole below it that looked far more inviting that it should have. As I reached my hand forward to brush my cock through my boxers, I pulled back.

She was just watching me as her eyes got a little darker and her eyelids looked too heavy to open all the way. She didn’t answer me but moaned as her knees came together and her fingers left her vagina to rub furiously at her clit.

I was a man, not a saint, I told myself as I reached into my underwear and pulled on myself three times before ditching the garment completely. I looked down to make sure that I wouldn’t trip somehow as I got undressed. When I looked back up again, her eyes were more alert as she looked at me.

As I stepped closer, she leaned back against the glass. Was her hair that messy when she first got here? I asked myself before my eyes continued traveling down her face, over a black tank top that hid the kind of bra she was wearing. Then there was the bunched up dark blue skirt that was around her waist. It hid her navel leaving a small patch of skin before I entered her deforested zone. Her mound looked indecently bare and slick before I watched her clit that stood tall and pulsed just above her folds that she left open for me.

I could see the mixing of her own juices and the oil she had used. I wanted to lick it off and bury my tongue as deep as I could get it, but I wanted to fuck her more. She has already prepared herself for me and no condom was needed since she’s been on the pill since she was fourteen due to the recommendation of her family doctor.

I slid my cock over her folds once before I slowly started to push in. Her legs went around my waist and resisted her push to go deeper faster. I sank down into her hot insides and fully seated myself before kissing her breast through her clothes.

She didn’t react like I expected her to. There was no recognization of pain in any of her movements which just proved to me that her teasing about sex toys hasn’t been just words to me. That gave me permission to move sooner than I thought I would be able to. I pulled all the way to the tip and sank sinfully slow back inside.

I felt the pressure from her walls. I knew she felt it all. I moved just a tad faster on my second stroke. I even rocked up a little pushing her clit into my pubic hair. That got a moan out of her. I tortured her with my slowness as enjoyed it all. By the time I had her writing under me, she was naked. Her tank top long ago stripped from her body. Be bra was the matching half of the panties she got rid of earlier and her skirt wasn’t far behind in its removal.

When I was there myself, I pulled her up by the ass and carried her into the bedroom. I disengaged and dropped her to bed that she had woken me out of. She looked up me, waiting for me to continue and smiled as I lowered myself to her level. I kissed her inviting lips before I turned her over. I spread her legs and pushed into her again without pause. Her body bowed and her legs spread even wider.
She rocked back into me as she sought her own end. I held her legs. I held her waist, but when I had a fist full of her ass, that hole begged me to play with it. Her slick oil made it easy, and her increased moans and pace told me she was having fun.

“Robert,” she moaned and my dick ached with lust for her. Then she said it again, and again and I felt her body changing. Her passage got wetter, her legs started to shake, her core trembled, her voice got higher each time she uttered my name. Her body bounced off mine like a ball being smacked into a wall.

I slid my thumb into her ass repeatedly. I got up on my knees and pushed forward as much as she was pushing back. She was cumming and I wanted to feel it mixed with my own.

I swore as my own toes curled as they hung over the side of the bed. My name was now shouts from deep down inside her as I watched her starting to get unglued.

She shook and spasmed as she at times buried her face in my sheets and didn’t. The suction her vagina held me in was a demented dream that had my cumming not that long after she did. I looked down at her as her sweaty body left an outline on my sheets. Both our harsh breaths were easily heard in the now much quieter room.

I fell forward onto my hands and kissed her shoulder.

“Happy Birthday Catty,” I said before I did let my body cover hers and I wrapped my arms around her.

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Jun 2, 2017

... I felt like writing something... {Age gap/Gay}

[ I have a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled some of them blips in the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re-post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.]

[The photo I got this story from can be found at the link below along with the Tumblr post I'm copying this from.]

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“I used to have a very dominant boyfriend, he would get home from work and I would already be naked for him... he loved it when I would call him daddy and would tell me what a good boy I was every time we finished having sex. The worst part is... he was my best friends dad and no one except me and him knew about it. He’s married"
Via GayConfessions.com. 
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I think this one needs to be picked apart, or added to, a bit.
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I haven’t been able to forget the first time I laid eyes on my last boyfriend for the first time. When we were together, it was comforting and perhaps I remember it so well now because I pulled it to the front of my mind so often when we were together.
I walked into my room to find him talking to John, my roommate this year. Last year I was paired with a senior, and this year I got a freshman. Despite a three-year gap, we became fast friends John and me. 
“Oh, sorry,” I said before I started to back out. I really should have knocked I realized as I started to back out. I looked at them as gave an apologetic smile as I moved backwards. 
“Don’t bother, I was just leaving,” were the first words he said to me. I gave him my full attention as he moved in my direction. He was tall and my kind of good looking. He was smiling and somehow I knew this was important. He was important. 
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After seemingly by chance meetings and moments of contact via the land line in my dorm room, we exchanged cell phone numbers and once we both confessed to having some kind of an attraction to each other, we set up our first date. We met at Applebee's on what turned out to be a very busy night so we sat the bar the entire time. When we became brave enough to talk about something other than John, it became a fun and informative date. 
I didn’t have a car at the time and took the bus to met with him. So as he started to walk towards his car I explained that my bus stop was in the other direction. It was a notion that he quickly dismissed as he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards his car. I looked around to see if anyone was nearby, never mind looking at us, as I put up no resistance as he pulled me forward. When we got to his car, he leaned against it and pulled me against his body. My hands went out and braced myself against the car to keep myself from crashing too hard into him. We just looked at each other as we both waited for the other person to make the first move or end, if not put off, what was likely to happen next. 
His 3 inches of height on me had me breathing in the mix of Heineken, Winterfell and the last of the onion rings he ate before we left. One of his hands was rubbing my back as if he was telling me to hurry up and do something. So I did. I leaned forward as I pulled a fist full of his hair and his head down to mine. My lips burned from the prolonged pressure as we stood there kissing and grinding until a car passing by honked a few times. By the time we pulled apart, the car was gone and I knew the feeling of having puffy lips.
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I’m now living in my own place. I moved out at the end of my junior year and into this apartment with Todd’s help. There were many reasons behind my move, but everyone could be forgiven for just coming up with one or two of them. It wasn’t really ‘my apartment’ for the first two years I lived here. This was our apartment. Our home. Todd and I. He didn’t come home to me every night, but he wasn’t gone long enough for me to be concerned about him. I knew he had another life, and we were always in contact with text and calls. 
When our times lined up, after a few days of sending what our weeks looked liked with work, school, and obligations to each other, I knew when he would be staying and for how long. This is when my mental prep for him began. Of course, I cleaned the apartment if it needed it and shopped for food to feed two people instead of one. 
I learned his sexual ticks gradually before I moved out of the dorm. By the time we were living together, we both knew what to expect from each other. What we needed the other to do. 
I would be naked, prepared and waiting for him to walk through the front door for the first time we meet again after a while. He would crave having me call him Daddy as he sank his cock into me repeatedly. The first time, the second time, the next and up until the last. Once I was able to wrap my brain around it, It also became a turn on for me. I only moaned, yelled and whispered that word during sex. He would answer me back with ‘Good Boy’ when we climaxed and resting in each other’s arms no matter where we did it. The living room floor, out bed, the couch, the stairwell of the apartment building. That earned me looks from a few other tenants for a week at least. 
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We lived our life happily with few problems for the next 3 years. John and Todd came to my graduation. They and about 8 of my other friends threw me a party when I was officially hired by the company I was interning at for my last year of college. We, Todd and I, even attended John’s graduation with his mother. 
That was one of our problems. In fact, this might have been when the problems for us started. I had to stand next to my boyfriend as he stood next to his wife as they cheered this son graduating from college.

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Sorry, no pic for this post. I just saw a gay confession and ran with it. But here is the link anyway.

Apr 13, 2017

A Little Information

Hey.

I haven't looked at 'The Queens" lately, but I feel like I'll be getting back to that in a few days. I've been working on that other story that I told you about. I have been struggling with what to feed the crew. I know I'm giving them far more to eat than most did because most of those images that we have in our heads are wrong about how a sailor lived, but I can't seem to help it.

So I tried to track down something to help me scale it back a bit, but after seeing how bad it was, I feel that I should save some/most of that for when they are doing an ocean crossing.

I found this drawing that I felt like sharing.


Pssst! Open the image in a new tab or window so you can zoom in to read everything. It's too big for me to show the original size here. 

Be grateful that you can eat veggies and fruits.

BTW, my story has a shaky date of about 1790-1850. Yeah, I haven't nailed it down and in an odd way, it helps me. I have a lot of events to pick from and since it's fiction, I can do what I like. I'll just have to put a note somewhere saying that even though I use names of real places and events, this is fiction, so some facts most likely have been altered. :)

Later. 

Mar 11, 2017

Second New Story?

I found myself in a story and I'm already 6 chapters in because I have made myself write a chapter almost every day. All of them are over 1100 words. :)

Currently, I have a little problem. I wanted to know how sailors/captains knew when a storm might be coming when they still had decent weather. Oddly it just hit me that they would be out there and see the storm coming, but I feel like still using some of what I found since I spent so much time looking this up. I was originally looking for some kind of ...sailor's almanac, but I couldn't find one and that lead me to Weather Glass and Storm Glass. Pics below respectfully.




I've seen the last one, the storm glass, in tubes and I'm thinking of using this one since no one knows how long it has been in use, but it became associated with the captain of the USS Beagle. The ship that Darwin was on when it mapped the coastline of South America and had that 'breakthrough' on the Galapagos Islands. :) His name is FitzRoy. So you may find examples of storm glass with the name Fitzroy's Storm Glass. But he didn't make it, he popularized it in two ways. One, he wrote down what happen to it in certain conditions, like what you see above, but in pics, and then he started weather forecasting in Great Britain.

I'll double check those facts for you and confirm them in my next post.

Now, believe it or not, I just said or wrote the words 'sailor's almanac' so I just did a search and there it is. This is why some things just need to be said out loud, talked through or written down. :)

So I'll go use that and the storm glass together in my story.

Oh, yeah. It's a sea fairing yaoi story. It started out with the captain being a pirate, but I quickly got rid of that notion and he's just a captain but a freelance one with his own ship and crew.

It's not going to be a long story. If I get to 20 I'll be surprised, but it should be a fairly full story. I feel myself falling into some misconceptions, but I hope that I really don't in the end, or I change them in some way so I won't be crucified over them. :)

I'm saving the drafts over at Wattpad. I won't publish it until I'm done if not a chapter or two off from the end. Its name is 'Summer Seas'.

No, I have not bailed on The Queens. :)

Mar 4, 2017

New Story??

Hey guys,

I was just writing a little story to go with a pic over on Tumblr a few days ago, as you know that I do. Well, I just kept writing as I realized that if I wanted to tell the whole story that I saw in the drawing, it couldn't be short. So when I got to a point that I thought was a good break point, I wrote, "Come back for part 2" like I did with "New Toy".

But instead of just leaving it at that, I copied what I had written over to Wattpad and added on until I felt like it was a real chapter, and then came back the next day to write chapter two. I even sat down on day one and hunted down clip art or pics to make a cover. Even though I have gotten to the end of chapter two and I'm going to try and write chapter 3 tonight, none of it is published yet. They are hanging out in the draft folder until I'm done.

If you have followed me for a while, years really, you would know that I like to post completed stories. I've been and is still being bitten by finding stories, getting into them, and then finding that they haven't been updated for months if not over a year, or this one was updated last week, but upon my arrival, they have decided to stop. So I post completed stories so no one can feel that way about my stories.

As for the story "New Toy" I don't think it will have more than 4 parts. 5 at the most just because I'm not sure yet as to where I will stop it. At first, I was thinking it would happen once they both left the office, but I may think of a more interesting ending and that may need a whole part for itself. 😊

Now, the new story. Yeah, I thought I was done with it too. But I didn't tell you the name. It's called "Summer Seas". I didn't even realize that I was writing one of those stories until I was at the end of chapter two. Very odd feeling. Yeah, I'm not telling you what kind of story it is yet. It's so cliche it's embarrassing, but I think I'm going well at it so far. 😊

Now, as an odd tie-in, someone over at DA asked for an imaginative answer as to why guinea pigs are called sea pigs. 😆 I almost didn't do it. I looked up the real reason why and then my head was mixed up in this story that is rather close to the answer so I had to do it. And here it is. More of a teaser as to what I'm actually writing over at Wattpad. :) If you feel like 'playing along' you can follow my Tumblr and keep and eye out for the first part there. :)

Ok, Why are guinea pigs called sea pigs?

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The guinea pigs as we know them now as cute fuzz balls that kids and some adults are attached to as pets didn't always have such an easy life to look forward to. In fact, distant branches of their species are still used for what they were made for. Yes made for. Maze was not the only example of humans bending nature and creating something they needed. From centuries of breeding a rodent that was once commonly found in the mountainous region of Peru, they now had a dependent source of meat that didn't take up too much space, survived the climate, tasted very well when cooked and provided small pelts that were collected to make larger garments.
Every home had a small hut that was sometimes attached to the house, and sometimes not, that sheltered anywhere from ten to twenty-five of these creatures at a time if not more. They never needed help mating and each birth consistently resulted in the birth of at least three new young ones every four months. So it wasn't uncommon to find herds of them residing in neighboring yards.

Over time this became a problem that individual villages dealt with in their way but soon found the same answer. Trade. Quivi, as they were known and sold as, slowly made their way down the trade route and out of the mountains to coastal towns and villages where they were sold to fishermen who lived on their ships and ate at sea for days at a time before having enough of what they were fishing for before coming back in to shore. Some of the tribes that didn't live in the mountain called the animal mountain stake in their own language. 

As the years went by, some children would be given the task of cleaning the Quivi in the surf before their mother would kill and cook it for dinner for those living on land. Around this time, it was discovered that they could swim and got the nickname swimming fur. The children had races where they would 'play with their food' before it actually became lunch or dinner. A few fishermen were even known to keep their swimming furs in the water the entire time they were at sea. They were held in nets and just floated there next to the boat. For some of the fishermen that caught smaller fish, this turned into an unforeseen benefit. The droppings from these creatures would bring some species of fish closer to feed. 

More years passed by and now we have Spaniards dropping anchor and trading with some of these small seaside villages and towns. In one town where the relations was good, one captain was talking with another sea fairing man and the subject came up of what they ate on their long trips back to where to they came from. The captain recounted with a fair measure of unpleasantness the shortcomings of their diet aboard ship and how he wasn't in any rush to start his voyage back because of it. This is when he's told that he could take some swimming furs on board with him like he does when he goes deep sea fishing once a month. 

The captain was skeptical but at hearing that they could have fresh meat on his trip back home, he asked more about this swimming fur creature. He then finds out that what he and his crew have been jokingly calling baby pigs because they were mostly served split roasted and tasting of pig, were these swimming furs his friend was telling him about. He was told that they wouldn't take up much space on his ship and that they breed quickly so he would have an ongoing supply once he had enough food for the creatures on long voyages and that they ate almost any grass and vegetable.

The captain thought it over and even went to see a merchant of these swimming furs with his friend as translator. The price was reasonable and he would even be given some pregnant ones free of charge this time to see how well it worked out for him. But next time he was warned that the price for those would be a little bit higher. The captain said that he would talk it over with his cook and first mate. If they agreed they would be back the next day. The seller agreed and promised to hold the pregnant ones for him. 

Over a meal of the same swimming furs that he brought from the mainland, along with sides of boiled potatoes, roasted onions and fried bananas, he proposed this new idea. He wouldn't deny that it was a planned strategy on his part to help them see things his way. And it worked. The three of them met the captain's friend and together they went to the merchant. There, a few more details were discussed and hammered out before they returned to the ship carrying five cages that were double stacked on the inside with about forty swimming furs and a bag full of their preferred diet. 

"No more swimming for you," the cabin boy said to one of the Quivi as he picked it up out the cage to give it to the cook. 

"Do you want to rename it then Brian?" the cook asked the boy before he chopped the head off and turned it over on a rack to allow the blood to drain down the wall and out a hole on the side of the ship.

"Well, we are sea men, so... it's now a sea pig," he said before stopping to think about. "Yeah, sea pig," he said with a smile before he retrieved another and handed it to the cook. 

"Sea pig," the cook said as he took it from the boy. "Not bad," he commented as he positioned the animal on the cutting down and brought down the cleaver, decapitating it also. 

By the time the ship made port in one of its colonies in the Carribean, to take on fresh water, the whole crew was calling them sea pigs. It was a meat that was served sparingly and to much fanfare, but still, they found themselves having to leave two females and two males alive so they could repopulate their numbers along with the six young ones that were born on board. They were handed over to a local plantation owner who was given instructions on how they were to be cared for and the warning of how quickly they could reproduce. He was to raise them for the ship so they could resupply when they pulled into port since their journies weren't long enough for any young that were born on board to reach the age of slaughter. 

Years passed and the sea pig lived up to its name on the island where that plantation became the only one to sell the animal to any captain willing to pay his price for fresh meat on board his ship. 

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I know that it's not as creative as some of the other answers the person got, but most of what I write has to have facts in there. 😅

Feb 26, 2017

New Toy… Boy or Coach? Part 2 {Athlete/Coach}

[ I have a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled them blips in some of the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re-post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.]

[The photo I got this story from can be found at the link below along with the Tumblr post I'm copying this from.]

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The coach didn’t say anything but just watched him until he started to round the desk. Then his eyes repeatedly darted from the advancing male to the door that he didn’t think was locked. 
“Locking coach doors behind me has become a necessary habit of mine,” Allen said as he placed both hands on each of the armrests of the chair Coach Tomkins sat in. He leaned in close and brush the sides of their clean shaven cheek and jaws before Allen pressed his body into the coach’s before sliding down to end up kneeling down between his spread legs. 
His hands closed in on his waist and pulled his shirt up reviling a well-muscled stomach. Nothing as over ambitious as a six pack, but he had definition and was firm beneath the treasure trail of black hair that grew more abundant the higher he looked. His nipples were like naked flesh islands surrounded by a sea of black curls. 
Allen’s played in them. Twining his fingers in the curls, raking his fingers along the flesh below and occasionally making landfall to tease both nipples that got harder with each passing. His hands continued to play while Allen now laid his head in Coach Tomkins’ lap. His cheek came into contact with the fabric of his pants. Today that material was denim.
The next thing he felt was the hot and hard mass that was his cock. Allen closed his eyes as he took in his first breath. Then he slid his face along, across and in circles along the trapped appendage.
Coach Tomkins’ eyes were also close. He was slowly losing control of his breathing. His mouth emitted jerking cries when his nipples were flicked, pinched, or dragged under a nail. Once he felt Allen’s face in contact with his crotch any objections he had against his show of abilities could no longer be heard if they were still present at all. He kept his hands and arms where they had been when he was facing Allen before he brought their bodies into contact. One hand rested on his desk, The other one still held on the back end of the armrest on its side of the chair. But once Allen’s hands had moved to commit assault on his person, he had taken over the whole armrest and was currently gripping it tightly as he felt himself being pulled closer to an ejaculation in his pants. 
As the idea of that happening brought him close to the event, he realized that he couldn’t let that happen. Too many questions with no answers to be given would be asked later at seeing him in such a state.
“Suck me,” he managed to breathe out. He still didn’t touch Allen even as he made this request.
“I think that will have to wait,” Allen said much closer to Coach Tomkins’ face than he was expecting. His eyes shot open to see clear brown ones looking back at him. “I remember you saying something about a practice and I’m already late. Also,” he slightly drew out. “I don’t know if I have the right to lay lips on you yet,” he ended with a grin that showed he knew he had won. 
“Fuck…” Coach Tomkins moaned as his eyes closed and he tried to stop himself from coming in his pants as Allen’s fingers now focused on his nipples alone. “Fine,” Coach Tomkins said as he gave in. “Yes. Please,” he quickly added as he once again tried to save his clothing, some of his dignity and to find out if the promise of Allen’s mouth was half as great as his fingers. 
— End of Part Two—
Check back for Part Three. :)
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