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 Long time so see.  As you may have noticed, I've posted two things recently.  One being the second half of a story that should have been posted months ago. The second post is the first part of a follow up story to this thing. A World of Fantasies by JemGirl So, I've already written up to part 7 or 8, I just have to come up with a proper ending. I think I had one, I just have to remember what it was and get it written up. With my memory, that will be a nice trick. I may just end up writing something new. Then this little project/story will be done and I can move on to the other stories.  If you don't remember the first story, or you didn't know about it, here it is and now you've caught up to where we are now in part one of  A World Of Opportunities.  I don't know if I'm going to post a part a day or one a week so I have time to get my head around the ending. You'll know by tomorrow what I've decided.  Later. It's nice to talk to you again. 

Like I said. I had this posted over at Wattpad for a hot minute before they killed my account.  But now that I'm back here, I have a little fixing up to do and this is part of that.  Enjoy.  A Real Bottom {mxm} by JemGirl on Scribd

[ I had 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.] = = = = “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.  === I think this one needs to be picked apart, or added to, a bit. === 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...

 Hello. Yes, I've been a bit on the silent side lately. Like 6-ish months. It hasn't felt like it's been that long, but it's now summer.  Other than reading over, correcting and reposting stories over at WattPad, I've just being living a dull life and trying to get back to posting 'art' over at DA again.  I felt a little bad for not starting something really new in a while, but other than guilt, a little, over that, I haven't felt a real draw to write.  I was hoping that might change if I just made myself start writing something, so I tried with 'The Queens' again, but that fizzled out very quickly. Now I see how some people spend years and years on a story.  When I have a new story ready, it will be posted here first. I think. I haven't been over at HF in ages.  So, I haven't fallen off the planet or anything, just nothing new to post here.  In another month and a half I'll be posting "All Together Now" at WattPad too. I ha...

"Father?" My oldest daughter asked as she entered my library. "Yes," I answered back. "Have you decided on an outfit for the pool party yet?" Hanna asks as she rounds the table and kisses that side of my forehead before sitting on the edge of my desk. Her mother asked me the same thing this morning. I told Trisha that it was on my list of things to complete today, yet, here is my Hanna. "Did your mother send you?" I asked her instead as I continue to look at the one photo that showed both options. It was a frontal shot that revealed potentially good and bad reasons for picking either one. "No, Mr. Callen called. His window is closing if we want all thirty-six completed on time," she informed me. "Then I can't pick my first option then," I told her as I rubbed my chin and place the first photo back on the desk. I then reached for another that showed the back of the outfits. "Why not," Hanna asks...

“I’m thinking of expanding my staff,” my friend Christina says from her side of the table. 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 windows and to her face. Of course, we were seated in the sunroom. This was the room I was be found occupying until a temperature drop forced me to the library. “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 Trisha,” 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,” Christina pauses as she looks for the right word. “Concerns about his actions and it’s only been two day...

"Where are the guests?" Eric asked as he walked down the staircase with me. We were a little late, but it was so hard to keep my hands off him when he was dressed to the nines. Even now I was thinking of dragging him back to our room, but I promised father that we would be there. "It's a garden party Eric," I reminded him as I told myself to concentrate. He was only a little taller than me but the rest of us matched up evenly. Broad shoulders, a narrower waist, and he possessed thighs that never failed push us both into ecstasy. We turned and went down the last half of the stairs to the first floor. "I know you said that but, it's raining," he pointed out. He wasn't wrong, and any party held in the great outdoors that was insulted with rain would do the decent thing and move itself inside. But not ours. Mother planned for it and had made sure that every guest would have an umbrella if they wanted one, and a two hundred meters squared s...

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I stopped writing this story to make the covers. I have mentioned that I don’t like the pic that I post with this story anymore. So, the next post for this story should be the last part. I haven’t started, never mind finished it to say for sure, but in preparation of that post, whatever it happens to be, you can read through the whole story HERE in order and with links to the next part of the story. I do apologize for any mistakes that you find in the story. I will read it over and catch some of them before I PDF the whole thing into a book like I did with Summer Job. So, there you go. Oh, in case you are wondering where the other warning is, ‘This story is meant for adults etc.” that will be after the cover in the PDF version. So before the story starts that warning will be seen. Not many people will see or even look at the back cover unless someone prints it out the whole thing.

-: Father's POV:- “I can’t wait to see my boy’s hole stretched open,” I told Jimmy as I laid in bed. My last client rescheduled our meeting until tomorrow. So I was able to leave work early and have some time to myself before Richard came home. "Are you sure your kid will be up for this Trever?" Jimmy asked me. I rubbed my hand over my hardening cock at the ideas of what my boy could be doing and what would be done to him in a few more days. “Yeah, I’m sure he’ll be up for it. Just give me another week. He has vacation time coming up,” I told him as I couldn't stop myself from pulling down my sweats any longer. Of course, I was hard and lightly flicked my cock. I lazy showed it some attention since I was trying to hold a conversation. "So we’ll see you guys on the Monday then?" he asked to get the dates settled. “No,” I answered Jimmy. “I’m bringing him by on the last day of school so he gets a few days after to recover and won't have to w...

"HEY! Ben! Guys! Come look at this!" The man standing over me shouted. I had been there for only five minutes when he found me. He looked at the sign, then looked at me for a long moment before he started to rub his cock through his work pants. I was beginning to sweat as I tried to keep my moans in. But it was starting to get harder. That is when he called his friends over.  I looked in the direction he called out to and soon saw four other guys as they rounded the corner. They were all tall and built of muscle. They didn't look like bodybuilders, but in a sexual dictionary I'm sure a picture of any of them could be used in describing the word "Bear" or "Daddy".  I moaned out loud as my nipples painfully hardened. They were each at least a foot and half taller than I was. They were barrel-chested and stocky without any fat to be seen. Which I admit is odd, but I wasn't going to question it now. I pressed my back up against the wall ...

“You have to learn how to concentrate and do your work while in school,” Ms. Mook said as she continued to rub my clit through my panties. I looked down at the worksheet in front of me as I covered my mouth to hold in a moan. “You have only solved the first three problems. You still have twelve more to go,” she pointed out as I tried to focus my eyes. “Ms. Mook, can you go a bit slower please?” I pleaded. I knew that I was going to come soon if she didn’t slow down, never mind stop, then it would just be harder to concentrate with my pussy covered in cum. “No. I’m going as fast as I always do. You need to stop dreaming of boys in class and get your work done,” she told me. “You will do your work before you go home and I won’t stop until your work is completed,” she stated as she started to rub fresh cum over my flesh. I shook and bit my hand as a loud moan escaped. Maybe I should let her tire herself out, and then I could do the work when she’s recovering… “AH!” I moaned fully out...

“Mom? Are you in here?” Julie called out before she turned the corner. “Yes dear,” I answered as she looked into the room. I was seated in a straight back chair with my dress collected around my torso leaving the rest of me accessible for my current activity. “A new one for Dad or Frank?” Julie 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. My arm that went around his neck held his head up as he sat on my lap. As I got the head past his lips again, I stopped as I felt him shake a little. I looked down and saw as some cum bloomed from his stiff cock. “Oh yes,” Julie remarked as she remem...

“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 the young man of their conversion has held since he turned 17 two years ago. Once the door was closed, they saw him off to their right wearing a habit that s...

”Fuck me,” Claire said joyfully as she staggered into her room from her mandated walk down the hallway. She would do this every night. She would strip down to nothing but her shoes and stockings. Insert, the smooth pill shape before turning it on and placing the controls into the top of her stockings. Then she would slip her arms back into her black robe. Next Claire would fix her habit back into place with slightly shaking fingers before she left on her walk. She doesn’t close her door behind her. The hallway was a loop like the building that she lived in with everyone else. Inside no one treated her any worst or any different than how someone else there treated her. Claire in turn treated each of them like any of the others she interacted with. She thought being in a closed off, controlled environment would keep her sane. Would keep her in control. Would keep her sin free. She was wrong. So wrong. There, sitting in a chair that sat in the middle of her room was a woman wh...

“Hey Mitch, congratulations,” Richard said as he turned his head in my direction. It took me a moment to look up from Kate who Kile had bent over and seemed to have fucked into her first orgasm. I looked to my left to see him slowly jacking off like I was. “For what?” I asked him before turning back to see Kile resting in her before he gave Richard his turn next. “She’s lactating. Dude, you’re going to be a Dad,” he said causing me to look back at him in disbelief. He was looking like he was ready to suck on those breasts himself. “Rich, this is the reason why we are here. We’re celebrating,” I informed him. “That must have been part of the voicemail I couldn’t make out,” he said as he started to stand. Kate was leaning against the wall while Kile walked towards me to take Rich’s seat next to me. “I just heard that you wanted me to come over and party with Kate like we did when we first met,” he ended before bending down to kiss Kate. That was most likely all he wanted to...