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Chapter 1

I met Chelsea at university. We were both in the Business School, and we shared several classes, including accounting. She was pretty, shapely, confident and she presented herself well. I wouldn't have tried to ask for a date had she not been so friendly. I eventually decided she wanted me to ask her, so I did. It took her most of our first year to train me to function socially to her satisfaction, and by the mid-point of our second year we were sleeping together regularly. By the time of our graduation, we were considered to be a couple; everyone, including myself, assumed we would eventually get married.

However, when it came to looking for a job, I decided to go blue-collar. I always loved working with my hands and there will always be a need for skilled tradesmen, so I went for a plumbing apprenticeship. Chelsea was rather quiet about it as she became involved in her father's business, but we shared a flat, still. She went travelling with her family during the summer; I kept working and studying for the various professional qualifications I would need.

When she returned, I took her out for a meal, intending to 'pop the question', but I never got the chance.

"Still insisting on working with your hands?"

"You know I've always liked it; I'm happier doing that than pushing paper in an office. I'll have my own business one day."

She snorted. "In case you haven't worked it out, there's no way I'll consider spending my life with a plumber."

She made it clear – give up my choice of occupation, or get out of her life ... and our flat.

I made my choice ... and we went our separate ways.

My mother made no comment except to assure me I was welcome in my old room, and I was back to living with my parents. Twenty-two years old, a business school graduate ... and living at home.

But I loved my job. Even the smell of hot solder and flux; I was one who never really liked the instant push-fit type fittings. There was something... elemental ... about the blow-torch, copper pipe and solder.

Living at home, I often ended up repairing odd items for my mother – Dad was slow to notice when a fitting was loose or broken. I didn't mind; I enjoyed it and it was something to fill my time. I didn't date, you see. My relationship with Chelsea had given me some confidence about certain aspects of, well, being a boyfriend, but not the initial approach and I didn't go many places where I might have met girls around my own age that I might have been interested in.

One day, I got in from College – day release, you see – a business degree doesn't qualify anyone as a tradesman; examinations had to be passed. One day a week I spent in college, learning about the science behind my chosen trade, and the legalities; how things should be done in theory, and why. I found Mum and our neighbour sitting at the kitchen table. Miss Atkins had always seemed to be old to me, though I later found out she was younger than my mother; she had grey hair – that sort of soft, light, uniform grey you see sometimes, not what you'd call 'iron grey' – cut short and I couldn't remember it ever being anything except grey. It didn't help she wore really thick-rimmed black-framed glasses and her clothing was invariably severe, mannish business suits. I didn't know much about her, I just gathered she was a P.A. to the managing director of a local business.

"Hi, Mum. Good afternoon, Miss Atkins."

They smiled. "Sit with us a minute," Mum said, "Miss Atkins has a problem. Would you mind seeing if you can do something about an overflow that's dribbling?"

I sat and Mum poured me a cup of tea, as usual putting milk in – a lot of milk – before I could say I'd rather drink it black. I sighed inwardly and sipped at it.

"I'll happily have a look," I said, "it shouldn't be a big deal. Saturday morning suit you?"

When I got there Saturday morning, I got a surprise; she was in jeans and a t-shirt. For the first time I looked at her as a woman. Those glasses were a distraction, though.

It only took half an hour or so to replace the washer in the header-tank ball-valve and most of that was getting it apart as it looked as though it hadn't been touched since the house was built. I was grubby and sweaty from wrestling with it in the loft space.

"How much do I owe you?" The look of gratitude in her expression had been payment enough and I waved it off.

"Just being a good neighbour," I smiled.

"At least let me make you a cup of coffee."

It would have been rude to refuse; besides, what did I have to go home to? Text books? The computer? Being nagged by Mum to go out and meet a girl? Or, worse, to find that some 'suitable' young woman was keeping her company so I could be introduced?

It was good coffee and we had a very enjoyable chat. I found we had quite a lot in common – similar tastes in music and food, she liked art which I didn't know much about but I told her I played with black-and-white photography. Well, I had before meeting Chelsea; all my gear had been packed away in my room since starting uni.

The morning was mostly gone before I stood to leave; I glanced round the kitchen.

"Your tap is dripping," I commented.

She shrugged. "Several of my taps are dripping ... I've sort of got used to it."

"If you like..." I paused, "I could come and service them next weekend."

"Thank you," she said, "I'd like that, if you don't mind giving up your Saturday morning."

We were standing quite close and she placed a hand on my neck and pulled me gently down to kiss me. I think it was meant as a 'thank you' gesture. I'd only ever kissed one other person on the lips – Chelsea – and I hadn't much experience for comparison.

Her lips were soft and yielding and I swiped my tongue along her lips. She tasted sweet with a hint of coffee as her lips parted and our tongues tentatively touched. It wasn't a 'lets rip our clothes off and fuck like rabbits' sort of kiss, but it was ... sensual. Incredibly sensual. When I pulled away, her eyes were closed and she was breathing a little heavily.

"I..." I croaked, and cleared my throat, "I'd better be going..."

"Do it again..." she whispered looking up at me. Her eyes were blue; a deep, intense blue.

I dipped my head and our lips met again. The second time – impossibly – was even better.

"Next Saturday ... I'll go through the house..." I said.

"I'll make lunch for you if you won't take money."

I was distracted all week, but managed to avoid any disasters. All I could think of were those kisses. How could a kiss make more of an impression than two years of sex with Chelsea?

I was there quite early Saturday morning, which was quite as well. Her plumbing had clearly had no attention for years and I had a struggle dismantling the taps, but after cleaning up and applying a little silicone grease and new tap-washers and re-cutting the valve seats, she had no leaky taps and, moreover, she had taps that worked smoothly and easily. Ten taps and two toilet ball-valve washers took me three hours.

"I need a shower," I commented.

"I'd offer mine," she said, "but you'll want to change into clean clothes. Lunch'll be ready at one."

I slipped next door, showered thoroughly and dressed carefully. Mum knew where I was going – I told her I was being fed in thanks for my efforts.

She was a great cook. She told me it was chicken paprikash; all I know was it was delicious. Fortunately she appeared happy that I had a second helping. Dessert was cheesecake – a favourite of mine; I wondered if she'd asked mum about my likes and dislikes. It seemed likely.

"I wondered..." she seemed nervous.

"Go on."

"I have an old recording of Artur Rubenstein playing Grieg's A minor Piano Concerto. I prefer it to Leif Ove Andsnes, though he's very good. I wondered if you'd like to hear it with me?"

I was happy for anything that would keep me there a little longer.

She carefully placed the LP on what looked like a high-end turntable and used a cleaning pad. She sat beside me; when the music started I was captivated. I wouldn't like to judge the relative talents of the top soloists who have played the piece, but it was wonderful. As it ended, I found that we were pressed together and it seemed natural to place my arm round her shoulders. She looked up at me and our lips were drawn together again. I'd longed all week to kiss her again and it was everything I remembered, everything I'd hoped for and we were – I was – lost in that kiss for an eternity.

She sighed as the kiss ended. "Oh, Jimmy ... thank you..."

"I don't know your name, and here I am kissing you," I said.

"My name is Patricia."

I removed those hideous glasses from her face. Those blue eyes gazed up at me. She was pretty. No. Let me say that again. She was beautiful. When I wasn't looking at her grey hair, or those business suits or distracted by those glasses, she was beautiful. How can I describe her face? Oval ... yes, but with a slightly pointed chin. Full, generous lips, a straight nose, and those eyes. Her ears were small and were framed by her short hair. I traced the outline of one with my finger and she sighed again.

"I think ... you could do anything you like with me at this moment," she said.

So I kissed her again.

"Anything?"

"Anything."

I admit it was tempting, but I didn't drag her immediately up to her bedroom. I'm not that sort of guy. I mean ... from what you've read ... what would you have expected of me?

"If you mean that ... I'll call you Patty," I said.

Her eyebrows rose. "Oh ... okay."

"And I'd like to take you out to dinner next week."

"I'd like that."

"Have you anything between those business suits and jeans to wear?"

She giggled. "No, but I'll buy something."

"And, Patty ... can you get some contacts, or wire-framed glasses? I'm sorry, but those are really ugly."

"Can I have another of those kisses?"

"If you promise to go to the opticians on Monday."

"I prom..."

I didn't want to wait ... Those kisses only got better.

I worried about telling my mother what I was doing, dating our neighbour, but thought I best to be honest. I was surprised; she wasn't exactly overjoyed, but she didn't make a fuss, just nodded her head, then said, "She's not as old as she looks."

I didn't pursue that at the time.

When I knocked on the door, I didn't really expect what I saw. I can't describe the dress, except it was flowery and knee-length. More to the point, apart from her grey hair, she'd have passed for under thirty. The dress didn't reveal much, but it did suggest she had a shape. I'd suspected that from the jeans and t-shirt anyway. What I could see of her legs was most encouraging too. She was wearing some glasses that were hardly noticeable.

"You look lovely!" I hope I didn't sound surprised and I really was sincere.

She smiled and bobbed a little curtsey. "Thank you, kind sir."

"I'm almost ashamed to let you in my car," I said; it was an elderly, small Datsun (Nissan). It had served me well, but it had seen better days.

"I really don't mind," she said, "we could take mine, but I think I'd rather go in yours."

I took her to a quiet gastro-pub in Derbyshire. Actually, they'd probably be apoplectic at that description as it's called a hotel. I won't name it, but it's in a village called Ashford-in-the-Water.

They fed us very well, I have to say. A little too well, as we were both, as the saying is, 'stuffed to the gills' and rather sluggish as we set off for home.

"Will you come in?"

Aren't they the words any man wants to hear after a date? I was regretting eating so enthusiastically, though, and I hesitated.

"Please?"

That gave me a jolt. I certainly didn't want to disappoint her, so I nodded, got out as quickly as I could and went round to her door in time to hold it for her. She took my left hand as I locked the car and we walked to the house hand in hand.

Inside, she turned to me and we moved together to hold each other. It just ... felt ... right. When we kissed, I didn't want to stop, but I was certainly flagging a bit.

"Will you ... come to bed with me?" There was a definite appeal in her voice.

"Yes, I ... I'd love to," I said.

We undressed in her room. I might have expected to be embarrassed. Had I known what I later discovered, I'd have expected her to be embarrassed, but somehow, it just seemed ... natural. We stood and looked at each other. I liked what I saw, and I think she did too. She was very nicely curved. I supposed her breasts (correctly) to be a B cup and her nipples were erect.

"Beautiful..." I breathed and ... she blushed. All over. I approached her and placed my hands on her hips, sliding them up her sides - she was ticklish and giggled – and brushed those nipples with my thumbs, producing a gasp.

Moving to the bed, we lay on our sides, face to face and went back to kissing. Now my relationship with Chelsea was not ... adventurous. She'd opposed the idea of oral sex, and I'd never pushed the issue. Intercourse was limited to three positions (which I suppose is better than one) and any knowledge I had of more was from books or the internet. I wasn't opposed to trying out some ideas, though, just a little worried about upsetting Patty.

The first thing I tried was sucking her nipples. She seemed to like that; I certainly did and I carried on for quite a while; still a little sluggish from our meal. Moving down the bed produced a weak protest; I wasn't sure if it was because I'd abandoned her nipples or the direction I was moving, but I kept going. I don't know why we get so uptight about natural body odours ... Patty smelt wonderful. I didn't hesitate to taste her and she sort of squeaked. Both her hands held my head in place. I tried everything I could remember, licking, flicking my tongue, fluttering it ... and I was rather proud of myself when she orgasmed. By that time I was ... fairly ready myself and slid up to cover her. Despite my face being covered with her juices, she pulled my head down to kiss me again before positioning me to enter her. As I pushed, I had a momentary awareness of an obstruction before she pushed against me and winced.

I stopped moving. "Are you okay?"

"Yes ... just stay like that for a minute..."

It hadn't occurred to me she might be a virgin.

She was very tight and, despite the shock I'd just had, I was pretty excited and I came too very quickly. I went to roll off, but she hooked her leg behind me and followed, so we were again face to face. I was asleep long before I dropped out of her.

We were woken by the her alarm. She was out of my arms and out of bed before I was fully awake.

"Your mother gave me some clothes for you, so you don't need to go home before work," she informed me, and left the room.

Puzzled, I climbed out of bed and tracked her to the bathroom. I entered the shower behind her; she looked round and her expression was rather odd. Later, I thought it was probably sadness. But we washed each other and I, at least, enjoyed it, but that was it.

She offered to cook me a breakfast, but I still wasn't hungry from the previous night and settled for toast and orange juice.

We kissed before I left for work. It was nice, but there was something missing.

I was distracted all day, barely managing to avoid serious mistakes. The tradesman I was working for kept shaking his head. "I don't know what's the matter with you lately," he commented, "but you'd better get your finger out, mate."

I didn't go straight home. How could I? I went next door to see Patty, who stood in the doorway when she answered my knock. Her body language was saying, 'don't come in'.

"Can I not talk to you?"

With obvious reluctance, she stood aside and let me in; she led the way to the kitchen and fussed about filling and putting the kettle on to boil for tea.

"What's the matter, Patty?"

She looked round, but the kettle boiled and she fussed with spooning tea in the pot and pouring on the water. She'd obviously picked up on my preferences, because she poured a mug of tea – no milk – and placed it in front of me. I could smell the fragrance of Bergamot; it was Earl Grey. She sat opposite me with her own mug.

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This is a story I wrote a while ago (3rd story I ever wrote actually). Truth is I never intended to even write a sequel to this story, but it has turned out to be a story that started a series of stories that I have collectively titled "WITCH CHRONICLES". Here is the series and the titles they were originally published under: WITCH CHRONICLES 001 - A TG Witch's Tale WITCH CHRONICLES 002 - Elizabeth's Story-Elizabeth WITCH CHRONICLES 003 - Elizabeth's Story-Lynn WITCH CHRONICLES...

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The Wishmaker A Dark Fairy Tale

The Wish Maker: A Dark Fairy Tale By Mother Kali Once in a land far away, there lived an extremely old woman who was called, not very imaginatively, "The Old Mother." This old lady lived by herself in a cottage at the very edge of the known world. She had been alive longer than even she could remember. Her face was as brown as tanned leather and deeply lined from all the time she spent in the sun. She was stooped and a little shriveled with age. She wore a plain black dress...

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Inside Out Not A Pretty Tale

Inside Out, Not A Pretty Tale ? by: r.gold My Introduction - This story is written as part of my therapy. It's not really meant for publication, but I'm only following my therapist's directions. I've been told that if I write it all out it will help me move along and feel better about myself. It contains my personally graphic language, my offensive attitudes, and my sexual descriptions that should offend anyone in their right mind. If you are bothered by this kind of thing, hang...

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A Loony Toon Tale

I will admit this came after remembering a joke told by George Carlin. Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck and Elmer Fudd are characters in the Warner Brothers Cartoon World. I am using them in a jestful tale. A Looney Toon Tale Bugs Bunny climbed into his hole that was his home. He grabbed a stiff metal brush. He began to brush out the shotgun pellets that came from Elmer Fudd and his Shotgun. When he removed all the pellets, he climbed into his shower. The hot water blast removed all the aches....

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A West Village Tale

A West Village Tale I'll admit it. Greenwich Village rules my heart and soul. I'm never leaving and I'll tell you a tale that will explain why. A few years ago on an early November evening, I walked down Hudson toward Bleecker. I had just closed Sweet Seasons, the flower and gift shop I co-own on Christopher and was walking toward my flat on Ann Street. I saw a blur run from the east side of Bleecker barely missing an old woman and heading straight into the intersection against...

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Clarissas Tale

This is my tale of how my relationship with my father took an unexpected, or maybe it was expected, turn from what I guess is the normal parent/child relationship to a taboo, incestuous one when I was sixteen. I guess I should start with a little back history. First, my name is Clarissa and most of my life I’ve been pretty shy. My mother’s name was Caralynn and she died when I was eight due to complications of my little brother’s birth. My parents had already been divorced two years when she...

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An Easter Tale

An Easter Tale. By Kyorii. Chapter 01 The tale of me. I loved reading stories I've been an avid reader all of my life, Mum said that I was a dreamer, but I just loved stories especially the ones with happy endings. In stories the impossible seems possible and magical things can and do happen, I recently read an old fable about a goddess called Ostara who loved children and to entertain them she one day changed her pet bird into a rabbit, the new rabbit then created brightly...

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A sting in the Tale

A sting in the Tale Brigid lay in the hospital bed, as impassive as ever. I couldn't help but wonder how much she actually understood of what was about to happen to her. We had told her she was finally to be rid of that most erroneous anomaly that lay between her legs. As it existed now it was shriveled and atrophied and devoid of function. She seemed willing, perhaps even excited to be rid of it. Not that her emotional range really extended as far as excited. It really only...

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The Displaced Detective Part 1 A Body Hopper Tale

The Displaced Detective, Part 1 (A Body Hopper Tale) By Limbo's Mistress Chapter One "Here you go, Detective," the barista behind the counter said with a little smile. "One double espresso latte with whole milk." I returned the smile as I reached out to take the cup of steaming coffee. "Thanks," I said. The pretty young clerk smiled again and turned to help her next customer, leaning slightly over the counter. Instinctively, my eyes slid down to admire her pert rear showcased...

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The First Story A bj darling Tale

The First Story - A "b.j. darling" Tale By Grace Love ------------- While this story contains truthful elements, it is a work of fiction and should not be construed as anything else. Nor should it be seen as condoning risky or violent behavior. All relationships portrayed are of a consensual nature and involve only individuals 18-years-of-age or older. ------------- Master does not allow me to cum. At all. Ever. i literally do not remember the last time i came. It was...

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Tell Tale

Synopsis.What happens when a man is taken by a woman who needs a pet? Remember: A man is not just for Christmas!An Adult Female Domination Tale by Miss Irene Clearmont & Mrs Jessica McKovanaughCopyright ? 2013 Miss Irene Clearmont & Mrs Jessica McKovanaughTell Tale-----------The footsteps sounded hollow on the bare boards of the floor as she walked towards me. I could not see her, all was dark before my eyes, but her presence was tangible. A force that had captured me and confined me for her...

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Teen Fuck Toy A Thanatos Tale

Teen Fuck Toy – A Thanatos Tale – Part One Author's Note: This fictional tale contains images of torture and humiliation.It is meant for an adult audience that can tell the difference between fantasyand reality. -- Cerberus In a quiet section of Manhattan, a large anonymous brownstone serves as arest home for some members of the Thanatos Society who are too old to carefor themselves. While the residents are wealthy enough to pay a staff to carefor them at their homes, in their declining years...

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Rubber Fairy Tale

The Legend of the Latex Princess Rubber Fairy TaleBy Darqside There is an old legend that spans the fabric of time itself, well not really that old actually, but it will be around for a long time at the very least. Legend has it that there was once a young queen who ruled her people and her house with an Iron fist.? She was very strict with her Manservants and Maidservants.? She was a very selfish and indulgent woman by nature, and was very choosy about the men who courted her.? In...

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Williams Tale

William?s Tale William?s Tale By Lorgrom Hey there my name is William I?m 46 just under 5?8? and 166 lbs. I?m your average looking African-American. Unlike my inner-city brothers, I grew up in a lower upper class city. While most of the kids in school were white they accepted me as one of their own. Since my father was the lawyer for many of their parents. During my senior year of collage, I met Gwen. She was a freshman, who was only there because she qualified for one of those grants...

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Ninas Tale

Nina?s Tale By Dr. Quirt A young Afro-French girl explores her masochistic desires but gets a lot more than she bargained for. This story is the second of a trilogy, the first part being ?Julie?s Story? and the concluding part ?What Happened to Lucy?? Part 1 Hi, my name is Nina and I am going to try to tell you my sorry tale. I don?t know if this message will ever reach the outside world as I shall have to try to smuggle it out through one of the harem guards, tonight. I don?t think...

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The Perfect Family A Thanatos Tale

The Perfect Wife ? A Thanatos Tale ? Part One The Perfect Family ? A Thanatos Tale ? Part One Note:? This is a work of fiction.? Any similarity with persons living or dead is purely coincidental. ?A family is but too often a commonwealth of malignants.???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? -- Alexander Pope  Thirty-one year old Larissa Monroe shudders as her son, Andrew, loudly...

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Marias Tale

The main character here is aligned to one member of our small social/support group who is a country mile ahead of the rest of us in passability, but lacks the confidence to make the most of the gift in anything other than events for crossdressers. The story itself is unintentionally longer than previous ones that I have posted, but it took a long time to write and kept hoovering up new sections. It is just a shame that I could not think of a decent ending, so if readers think the story...

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A Rock Roll Tale

"The blonde with the big tits in the Zep tee." Our drummer and bass player, brothers Sal and Rik Venturi also left requests. I waved him off, "Not tonight. Gotta work the day job tomorrow." Roscoe smiled and asked, "Not even a quick bj, Kev?" "Nope, gotta run." The Clown Show was an oddly named bar and club that often had us signed on for weekend gigs. Two 45 minute sets after an opening group, usually on the popular Saturday night. This one was a more rare Wednesday night as a...

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Sleeping Booty 8211 A Twisted Fairy Tale

Once upon a time there was a beautiful little princess. Her name was Aludra, which, in the language of her people, meant “unwanted one”. Of course she didn’t know this, because all the servants in the palace DID want her. They loved her dearly. She was sweet and pretty and fun to be around, whereas her mother was a stone cold class A Bitch. The Queen was such a bitch that, after her husband, the King, knocked her up with Aludra, she poisoned him. “Imagine!” she...

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A bored housewifes amusing tale

Life was a bit mundane for Tracy. She was married for about thirteen years. She was a wife, mother, daughter, friend, sister. But she felt very alone. Things were okay with her marriage. They had great sex, but did struggle connecting emotionally. This frustrated Tracy very much. Her husband was an introvert and she was more social. Then one day she went looking for something a little different. She had no intentions of cheating, but just wanted to see what was out there. She discovered that...

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A Cats Tale

A Cat's Tale By Julie O Edited by Amelia R. Author's note: This story was in part inspired by a very strange dream I had recently. Chapter 1 Derek Silva logged onto his computer. He had recently found a very interesting chatroom, and he was hoping that there would be some exciting people in there that evening. It was a little after eleven PM, but Derek didn't care; it was summer, and he had no worries until fall when his college classes started up again. He...

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The Heart of a Kitty a Kitty Girl Tale

Once upon a time, there was a girl with the heart of a kitten. Shy, and skittish, she was slowly coaxed from under the bed, or should I say, out of the closet by her owner, and then her new found friend and next door neighbor. Eventually, she shared her story, and became comfortable about talking about it, even writing about it, playing with a few select others who would throw balls of yarn for her or scratch her behind the ears and smile as she rubbed up against their legs, showering them with...

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My Ladys descent the butlerss tale

Note All characters are entirely ficticious and my apologies of any family or company names have inadvertently been used My Lady's Descent, the Butlers Tale. I was idly cleaning some silverware. The sun was shining through the drawing room windows. The lawns stretched away towards the lake with its island and folly while a gardener snipped ineffectually away at the lawn edges. It was an ordinary summers day. Mr Harrison my lord's stock broker and adviser arrived just after...

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Tales from the FuturePart 2 Iversons Tale

The group watched Iverson intently as he took a long swig from his mead pouch. The darkness fell around the group as they sat beside the brightly burning fire, drinking their mead and finishing off their stew. Iverson finally spoke: - Well. Where to begin? He mused tantalisingly. The young men shifted impatiently. All bar Romian, Luther and Iverson himself had rarely met let alone experienced the wonders of women! They all wanted to know what it was like! As highly hormonal...

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Rosette A Medieval Tale

Author’s note: The noble ladies of medieval France loved tales of women who had to put up with old and jealous husbands. Sometimes the stories were comic, sometimes tragic, sometimes romantic – but always the bad husbands were outwitted, one way or another. Here’s my (slightly naughty) take on the bad husband tale. Rosette daughter of Galon was rounding the last corner between the village well and the cottage she shared with her mother and father when two of the Duke’s soldiers, magnificent in...

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A CrossDressers tale

You may think of me as Fiona, and I am a cross-dresser.A story by Erica inspired me to pen my saga of cross-dressing. I am also a recovering alcoholic, with a few days over 19 years without a drink as I write this, and I suppose the two tales are intertwined to some extent. Not that I am a saint by any means, a lot of people with a lot less time have a better sobriety than I. But I learned that alcohol is a poison to me, so I avoid it. I just do irrational things when I add alcohol to my...

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Miss Layla Smith tales a tale

My name is Ms Layla Smith, and I am, as you might say, a lady of negotiable affection. This is quite wrong indeed. My price is rarely negotiable, since the customers willing to negotiate obviously are not wealthy enough to afford me. I am a true professional, discreet and perfect in every manner a gentleman could ask for. I know what they want before they even know it themselves, when to smile, when to stare, when to lie, when to be the ever so modest little flower, and when to be the...

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The Hunters Tale

THE HUNTER'S TALE. By Cassandra Anaconda Morrison I had been collecting tales of the old days from the people in that small mountain community for several days. And everyone I talked to said the same thing: "Boy?yew should talk to Old Man Sackett if yew wants to hear some hair-raising stories about the old days." It had taken me some time to track him down?apparently he'd taken his Winchester and gone off hunting deer for all he was over 90 years old. But now he was sitting...

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The Blue Unicorn An Allegorical Tale

The Blue Unicorn: An Allegorical Tale By Lynn LeFey Once upon a time (as is often the beginning of such tales), there was born to a mare a beautiful young foal. Like the other foals, it climbed on wobbly legs, and eventually ran through the green pastures where it lived. This young horse was unremarkable, except for its blue mane. Often the others would comment about this unusual trait, sometimes playfully, sometimes in a mean way. As the young colt grew, the blue coloring slowly...

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A Fabulists Tale

A Fabulists Tale By Rachel Anne Now where do I start? Well they say that the beginning is always a good place, so here goes. I have always been a storyteller but lately everything has changed. It seems that my tall tales aren't so tall as I always thought at least they aren't after I tell them that is. Confusing? You don't know the half of it, but I'll try to explain as best as I can. I first noticed that things weren't as I had been taught when I wrote a story about the SRU Wizard....

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