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I started to post a new story over at Wattpad. It's called "Summer Seas". I'm posting one part each week on the weekend. Swing by, say 'Hi'. Let me know how you like it, or don't like it. When I'm done posting it there I'll put it over on DA.  I'm giving them first crack at something for a change. BTW, it's an in-progress story. So I don't have an end to it yet. I'm really posting it now so I will finish it. I started this a while ago and it was just meant to be something short, but it's longer and a bit more serious than I first wanted it to be.

In a world where sex and nudity isn't something to be hidden, there are a few trains that are being backed by elite schools. The ones that transport their students to their campuses that are out in the country where there would be less pollution to hinder the growth of their pupils, and of course to justify the tuition that they charge. There are ones built for girl schools and others for boy schools. A few have started to see how both could be mixed and if there was a market for that. Since mixed schools would have access to the other sex constantly. These trains were designed for one real reason, despite what a few may now use them for. It was to give them relief of any stress that had built up in as they tried to live their lives. It’s been a known scientific fact for years. So, instead of denying the fact that humans are the sexual creatures that we know we are, some schools are now providing a physical way to help in that aspect of their student's lives. This free

“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!” === 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 spr

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.   So, we know this isn't possible as of December 20th 2018. So as of that date, I have tried to copy over more of my stories and the photos for them and the ones that I already had here. Hopefully, I got all of them before I was locked out of my tum

“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 far 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 in to do most of our activities. “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 Mrs. Sutter used some decent colors for her staff's 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 paid me any attention. I turned to look out the window

“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.” === I think I

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. === Ok. So this one could use some expanding on. Later. Later. Well, it's later and I've completely forgotten what it is I was thinking never mind wanted to post. Sorry. ==

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

Fucking is done quietly. The pillow has two functions. The first one you know about. To muffle any sounds I make as I’m being 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 ask 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 no

Hello. :) Yes, I sat my butt down and finished up the story. I then went back and edited the other two parts before part 3 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.  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. === 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 nor the coach had received such letters. As the owner walked u

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

I slowly sank into her. She pulled me closer. She wanted it to happen so quickly, but I wanted to linger in 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 instead. Catty's clothing shrunk by the month. Her suggestions got ever 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 would both remember. Catty showed up early and even woke me with her repeated ringing of my doorbell. She looked far too chipper for that time of the day. She took my hand and led me to the bathroom. I went along to see what she was going to do as I started to wake up. She jumped up onto the counter and lifted her legs to pull down a pair of green lace p

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 eve

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

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 bein

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 occasi

I have been meaning to transfer some of my newer long stories over here from Tumblr, but I didn't feel any pressing need to do it sooner. Sorry. So I was going to do that today, and went looking for this one in particular. "New Toy". I did a search on my Tumblr for "My Stories" since you have view my page a certain way to see the special page I had made to list them. BTW, I've given up updating that page. I'm going to add a note to it later saying so and why before I go back to bed. So, the link. It was to a chapter of Ian and Carl that I posted on DA. I just wanted to see how many people have eyeballed it and I saw something I didn't expect. This. I logged out of everything on my chrome browser a few days ago and it seemed to have logged me out of the out browsers too. So this is how non-members can see mature content on DA now. Before you were just out of luck, but now they have this for you. So, good news for those of you who don't

I just found out that the link to my tumblr sex stories page, on tumbler, doesn't show up the way I wanted, if at all. So I'm adding the tag 'my stories' to them so they can be found easier. My question is this. Do you even like my stories? Yes - They expand very well on the photos used and they get me hot. No - The photos are good, but I don't come here to read. No - I didn't know you wrote stories. Other Please Specify: Now, this is a poll originally made for my tumblr page, so of course you know that I write stories. So for you, only the first two answers mater. :)

“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.  The coach 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 d

I always wonder how they can free stand like that when being eaten out. Is the girl holding on to her legs that tightly, or did the artist didn’t think about that? Or, are there more people out there than I realize who can have any kind of sex standing up? You know what would make this better? They were in the middle of the girl’s locker room with the other cheerleaders and they were all standing around watching. And yes, the girl standing would be leaning back against something. A wall, or a locker or door of some kind. So why isn’t there any underwear to be seen here either? Did they not wear any to the game? Was it really a game or just a practice? I’m picking practice. In fact, the coach did this. He said that they weren’t kicking high enough. Acting like they weren’t wearing any underwear. So he made them take them off. Most of them weren’t wearing bras to begin with. Enjoying the few great years before they really needed one. So in some offbeat part of his mind, h