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Mentoring Brandon

By RAA049 Chapter 1: There's More to Life than Football As years go by, there are certain things that become a blur. Our lives take various paths until we settle on the one with which we feel most comfortable - if ever. As I sit here in my 5th decade, I can not help but wonder if my life today would be better or worse. It would be different, for sure, but can we ever look back and make a determination on a momentary shift in direction. I do digress, however in this, because today...

Mentoring Brandon Chapter 10 0

By Bob Chapter 10: Is Jon Really Mad or Covering Up? "Where the fuck is Tom?" Jon asked in a very stern tone. I really didn't know how to answer so I told him that Tom and Dave had spent the night in our room so that they wouldn't bother him. He seemed to accept that for which I was very grateful. I stepped up to the urinal and went about my business. I really had to pee and I wasn't really concerned about what Jon was feeling at that moment. As I started to pee, I felt that...

Mentoring Brandon Chapter 9 1

By Bob Chapter 9: The Game is Over I slept well that night. I really needed it too, since the game was going to be very grueling and was very important to all of us. As the biggest game at CBS any year, this year would be crucial to all of us. We weren't a very good team, and beating Oskie would make our season, we all knew that. I knew we had a very good chance after watching the films. We actually had a couple of secret weapons in Jerry and Brandon. Oskie didn't know that we had...

Mentoring Brandon 3

By Bob Chapter 3: An Afternoon to Remember! "Are you okay with this?" I asked Brandon as I was sliding my fingers closer to his manhole. "Oh, yes, it feels good," was the reply I wasn't really expecting. I thought, with him having never been with another male before, this might be a bit too much. But, with his verbal reaction, as well as the reaction I was feeling with my fingers, I knew that he was ready. As he continued to bring me up to a full erection after our first ,...

Mentoring Brandon Chap 5

By Bob Chapter 5: The Big Game, Part 1 Morning came too soon. I didn't want this night to end, but as the sun shone through the window my normal instincts to wake up were initiated. I turned to find Brandon also beginning to awake. I put my arm around him and kissed him. It was almost like Sleeping Beauty, because as I softly pressed my lips to his, he awoke. "Ummmmm," is all I could distinguish. "Good morning my love," I whispered. "Time to get up, Bran." "As if I'm...

Mentoring Braqndon 4

By Bob Chapter 4: The Secret is Out! Here I was with my underwear at my thighs, my limp cock hanging and still dripping my man juices. My new found friend in my arms still hard, waiting and wanting me to return the gift he had just given me. We began to move toward the bed when we heard a knock at the door. Damn! Here we go again! Brandon let go, but this time, put on his underwear that was lying on the floor next to the door before he opened it. I pulled up my shorts to at...

Mentoring Brandon 2

By Bob Chapter 2: My Dream Comes True! A knock on the door - FINALLY! My heart had been pounding for quite some time and now was nothing different. I began to walk to answer the door when Dave jumped out of his bunk and ran over. As he opened the door, I saw Brandon standing there in the hallway. "Hey Dave. What's up?" the voice I had been waiting for resounded. "Not much guy, just doing some crap for history," was Dave's reply. "Yea, hear that. Actually I need...

Mentoring Brandon Chapter 6

By Bob Chapter 6: The Big Game, Part 2 This was the practice to end all practices, or so we were told. The coaches were going to make sure that we all were ready for the game with Oskie. Coach Kistner, the defensive line/linebacker coach worked the varsity group, while, Coach Marsh was with Jerry and Brandon, teaching them their responsibilities in the new system. After 45 minutes, we took our first break. Brandon came over and we all knelt down trying to catch our breath. We began...

Mentoring Brandon Chap 7

By Bob Chapter 7: The Coming Out! The next thing I remembered was Brandon's voice. "No, no, not this. Oh, please. Coach, Coach," he yelled. "Bob's hurt....my God, he's out! I don't want to loose him! Help him, Coach...Help him!" Coach Marsh came running onto the field. Along with him was the trainer and luckily, for me, the team doctor. Brandon was kneeling on my left side, holding my head and talking to me. Coach Kistner was keeping most of the team away, but Tom and Dave were...

Mentoring Brandon Chap 8

By Bob Chapter 8: Did it Really Happen? I remember dreaming about what had happened all day. I was hurt, my roommates came out to me as to their love for each other and I had my first experience with a man inside me. It was a very interesting day. I knew that the days to follow could never measure up to what this day had brought to my life. There was a knock at the door. Not just a knock, but a banging that startled both Brandon and I out of a very deep sleep. We both jerked up in bed...

Mentoring Brandon Chapter 11

By Bob Chapter 11: Being True to My Love and Myself "Ah, Jon, can we talk somewhere else," I said knowing that chances were that others would be coming into the bathroom. "Sure, let's take a walk," Jon said as he made his way to the door. "Maybe we can hit the lake and talk." There was a very bright glimmer in his eye as he said that. I wasn't sure whether that was a good idea, but getting out of the washroom was. I followed him as he made his way down the stairs. As we left...

Mentoring Brandon Chapter 12

By Bob Chapter 12: Fantasies Finally Realized As I drifted off into a deep sleep I couldn't help but think about what Bran and I had talked about. I knew I was more experienced than Brandon in the area of sex, since I was his first sexual experience. I also could tell that he was quite intrigued about a multiple sexual experience. I also believed that would be a lot of fun, but I didn't want to push too hard, since I didn't want to loose the love of my life. I was just about...

Mentoring My Son A Mother s Story

Disclaimer: This work is a fictional biography, and is intended for the enjoyment of adults only.It broke my heart to see how some of the neighborhood k**s and his classmates treated him. They called him geek, nerd, weird, strange, wimp, and even pussy. It wasn’t his fault that he was painfully shy, incredibly intelligent, un-athletic and awkward… and that he had no interest or talent in sports of any kind. It broke my heart to see how they treated him because he was a sweet, innocent boy who...

Mentoring the Intern

I hadn't liked the program at first, not a bit. It had started years ago with the "Take Your Daughter to Work Day" craze, when we had surrendered one working day a year to well-intentioned but nevertheless unproductive social engineering. Still, had it been up to me, I might have tolerated that annual waste of time, as proud mothers and fathers paraded their ever-so-bright daughters through the workplace for eight-odd hours of glorified babysitting. But this new program was just too much –...

Mentoring Brandon Series Chapter 2

A knock on the door – FINALLY! My heart had been pounding for quite some time and now was nothing different. I began to walk to answer the door when Dave jumped out of his bunk and ran over. As he opened the door, I saw Brandon standing there in the hallway. “Hey Dave. What’s up?” the voice I had been waiting for resounded. “Not much guy, just doing some crap for history,” was Dave’s reply. “Yea, hear that. Actually I need to talk with Bob about my science. He has Mr. Knop and I know that he...

Mentoring Brandon Series Chapter 1

NOTE TO READER: The following story is a first attempt at anything like this. I hope that it at least is interesting. It is basically a true story, with the names/places changed to protect the guilty. Please let me know what you think and give me any suggestions that you may have. I tend to be long-winded and re-reading this, I am afraid that it may not “get to the point” quickly enough. Any and all feedback will be appreciated as I have a lot of stories to tell, but I want people to read them...

Valedictorian learns to blow

Lisa’s project to loose her virginity didn’t yield any successes yet, so far she’d sneaked off campus once and she’d only had received one hand job by some married dude. Her wig and cropped skirt laid deep within her closet, hidden. Waiting for a new adventure. But life got in the way. There was homework and friends popping by unannounced, then suddenly it was Thursday night and Lisa was in her dorm all alone with nothing to do. Internally she screamed in excitement, but on the outside...

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Victoria Station

Now I had my little oasis,others thought it odd we did not live together,but he knew how important it was that I could lock the door.Then there was the fact he always joked he was insufferable to live with.In my experience that’s why most relationships founder,people don't accept they are not a dream companion twenty four hours a day,seven days a week. So he had his place,I had mine,and we still shared more than the average husband and wife would ever dream of.Today was a prime...

Victoria 72 Yr Old Hottie Part 6 Vicky Mary

Victoria 72 Yr Old Hottie-Part 6 Vicky & MaryIt had been over a week since Vicky and I were together as we were both busy. She called me and asked if I was ready for her and Mary tomorrow and I said it just so happened I was free and best of all I could spend pretty much all day with them. She was really excited with that aspect and said the she and Mary had plotted a day I would never forget. I arrived at Vicky's house wearing only a t-shirt and my bathing suit. Before I could ring the ...

Victoria 72 Yr Old Hottiel Part 5 Vicky Returns

Victoria-72 Yr Old Hottie-Part 5 Vicky ReturnsIt was two days after being with Mary and Marcie that Vicky came back from visiting her son. She called me to let me know she was back and wanted to see me that day. Frankly, there was no way. I really got my nut off with the other two and being 65 I'm not that young any more. If I was in my 40's or so, I would have gone, but I hate to admit I'm getting to be an old man, especially with these two hotties that seem to be insatiable. We agreed to meet...

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Victoria-72 YR Old Hottie-Part 4; Mary & Marcie.This is part four of a series. Not sure how many parts there will be but there will be a part five.I just could not imagine what Mary could be doing that was so naughty that she deserved a spanking on our next visit. Vicky was still out of town and returning in 4 days and left me voice mails that she expected to be fucked properly upon her return or she was going to have to troll Wal-Mart for a substitute. There was no way I was going to let...

Victoria

Victoria - by Miss Vicky My name is Vicki, well that is not entirely correct, my name is actually Jim, but I now answer most of the time to this new name given me by my Mistress. I am writing this account explaining how this came to be at the behest of my Mistress. As I enter this into my computer, I am wearing a lacy pink baby doll nightie with matching panties. My Mistress is sitting beside me dictating what to write. Every now and then she strokes my panty covered cock to...

Victoria Collier

Victoria Collier April 1959. It had been a pleasant spring day, I had been to a weekend camp with the scouts and had arrived back home tired. Because I lived a short distance away from the scout hut the scoutmaster, Mark had offered me a lift home. I gratefully accepted. "Did you enjoy the weekend then, Paul?" "Oh yes, but then I always enjoy camping." "Yea, I've noticed that. I also have to add that I think you have learnt a great deal and have an excellent understanding of...

Victoria Per ScientiamChapter 4

The next few days were a blur, with the various crewmembers arriving on different transport ships along with their families. Construction of the ship started, and I was almost glued to a video display showing the replicators slowly adding material and components to the hull until I realized I wasn’t getting anything done. Susan made progress in connecting with the other families, and to my surprise even invited the officer’s concubines over to our quarters one afternoon to get to know each...

Victoria Per ScientiamChapter 9

When I woke up in the morning Susan gave me the good news that the AI had told her the day we had left port that she was pregnant with a daughter. I was overjoyed, although a little scared at the prospect of being a dad, and especially because I’d grown up in a family with all boys and had no idea how to be a dad to a girl. Boys I knew all about. You roughhoused with them, told stupid jokes, taught them skills, and demonstrated honor, courage and ethics as they were going to soak up...

Victoria Per ScientiamChapter 11

The next morning I had the team pick back up with the mission planning, but my quarters weren’t as conducive to the work as I had hoped. It was just hard for us to sit around the little table in my kitchenette and have enough space to work. Plus, it only had one display, so there was a lot of switching back and forth going on. I could have moved us all to some office space within ONI, but I just didn’t want to be anywhere near Navy headquarters. Too many important people running around, and...

Victoria Per ScientiamChapter 19

I had gone but twenty or thirty steps when a cannon-ball, passing a few feet from my head, struck a comrade who was walking nine or ten feet from us and severed his head from his body as clean as it could have been done by a guillotine. The headless trunk remained trembling, and still holding his gun in his hand—I stood gazing on the terrible object, unable to move hand or foot—I do not know that I breathed—how long I know not—it seemed hours, but it could not have been but minutes, it may...

Victoria Per ScientiamEnd Notes

End notes: This story is dedicated to “Cliffie”, a senior Chief Petty Officer who served on the USS Liberty (AGTT-5) at the time it was attacked in 1967 in the Eastern Mediterranean during the “Six-Day War.” The Liberty was one of two unarmed American intelligence gathering ships that had been attacked during the Cold War, where sailors regularly went into dangerous waters to obtain information that our armed forces and national leaders could never otherwise obtain. Some of them paid the...

Restoring the Castle Ch 04

Ally woke up with the words on her lips. She realized she had actually mouthed them aloud. It had been some time—long before the bombing, even before she and Chad had gotten serious, since she had had the dream that had her saying the sentence over and over again. It was only now that she realized it had been that long. ‘Who’s my father?’ It had been the special phrase that she’d held close to her and had brought out to see the light of day only when she was mad at her mother—when she wanted...

Restoring the Castle Ch 07

‘I don’t think it would be a good day for you to take her up to the castle—or even to come down here to see her, Ally.’ ‘I’m sorry to hear that,’ Ally told Angela Harris over the telephone. ‘I thought she was becoming increasingly more aware and that it was time to reintroduce her to the castle.’ ‘That may be the problem.’ ‘Come again?’ ‘It’s not that it’s a bad day today because she is hazy, it’s not a good day because she’s more lucid than normal and has remembered the contract we had....

Restoring the Castle Ch 06

Ally sat by her mother on Lois’ sunporch, holding Miranda’s hands in hers and talking soothingly to her. Angela was hovering nearby. Lois and Sheriff Shiflet were concealed in the hallway just beyond the sunporch door, where they could hear but couldn’t be seen. It was no use, however. Miranda had recognized her daughter when she came in, Angela already having been there and prepared her friend for the visit. But the more Ally gently tried to draw information about the past from her mother,...

Restoring the Castle Ch 03

Ally drove down the mountain and found Lois Aylor’s farm on the road just before entering the northern outskirts of the village of Washington. It was only with some difficulty that she found it, because she hadn’t been there in years. There was a new Mercedes sedan parked by the door to the farmhouse that couldn’t be either Lois’s or her mother’s, so she was hesitant to go in. But as she was sitting there wondering what she should do, she recognized her mother’s old friend Angela Harris coming...

Restoring the Castle Ch 08

‘It wasn’t anyone’s fault, Ally,’ Angela said. ‘She wanted to go and we all know how strong her will was. If we wouldn’t do it for her, she was determined to do it herself. I should have known, though.’ ‘What do you mean?’ Ally asked. They were sitting in the living room of Shadow Hill, Angela Harris’ Washington home. They had just been to the cremation ceremony. Ally would be putting Miranda’s ashes in the base of a fountain that would go in the ornamental garden at Banffy when the castle...

Restoring The Balance A Story of Guilt Submission and Adultery

The idea was wicked, so far from everything I had ever allowed myself to ponder that it left me breathless and wide-eyed. It was forbidden, crazy; if I was totally honest with myself, it was not something I should ever be contemplating. Yet there was this guilt that had wrapped itself around my heart like a wet, cold blanket and made my insides shiver, and I had been unable to shake it off. So I had confessed what I had done, trembling with fear that I had ruined the most precious thing I had...

Historic Humiliations

You are a time traveling spirit set out to undo the prententions of power-hungry shrews, who, despite their good looks, are nasty to the bone and long deserving of comeuppance.

Victoria s Asteroid Mining Adevnture

Victoria felt a tired confidence flow through her weary body. She gently leaned forward onto the console, feeling the nose of the ship dip down as she did so. The screen in front of her was split between the rocky pick marked ground below and the ink sky studded with more lights than anyone could ever visit in a lifetime. She dipped the nose back up, a thin sheets of sweat causing the salty drops to leave a snails trail through the dirt on her skin. Victoria silently smiled, and let the ship...

Tory DaughterChapter 2

On New Year's Day 1777, Edward Conroy, one-time member of Maryland's upper house and of the Governor's Council; his second wife, the widow Margaret M'Kenna of Prince George's County, and Anne Amelia Conroy, a long-legged young woman with a head of bright red curls that had only been trimmed once or twice since she reached puberty, ate alone an hour after midday in the ornate dining room of their Buckman-designed town house on State Street in brick-clad Annapolis. Their antique butler,...

Tory DaughterChapter 3

Anne opened her pearl-handled penknife and sharpened her favorite quill, a look of concentration on her lightly freckled face. She looked sad but determined. A tattered rider had delivered a folded and wax-sealed letter from Billy Fields, and the girl had snatched it from Moses, read it three times and even dropped a tear on the smudged paper before she put it aside. Billy was sick, feared he might be dying and had pledged her his love, foreswearing all others. Anne almost laughed at that,...

Tory DaughterChapter 4

"Anne Amelia," said her stepmother the next morning, "there is a proper young gentleman coming to visit us, actually coming to see you this afternoon. He's from down near my farm. I want you to put on a good dress, brush your hair, keep your chin up and be polite to him. No smart arse, understand? Oh, and ear bobs, if you please, the gold ones." Anne sighed, chewing her dry toast. "Who is he?" "Thomas Vanmeter. I think you've met. He certainly thinks highly of you. He and his...

Tory DaughterChapter 5

After her father's stern lecture, Anne spent the rest of the week in her room except for brief visits to the brick necessary in the backyard. She subsisted on dry toast and smuggled strawberry preserves and managed to write Billy Fields three letters, each filled with news and gossip as well as with rather vague suggestions of her affection if not admiration for his politics and companions. She even told him about Mr. Vanmeter's visit and bragged of her fortitude. She did not tell him she...

Tory DaughterChapter 6

It was about a week later when Moses, staid and slow as ever, answered a knock at the front door and reluctantly showed in the large visitor and asked him to wait in the hall. Moses silently categorized him as a mechanic and wondered why he had not used the back door. Mrs. Conroy came from the parlor, recalled the young man from a previous visit and welcomed Matthew with a harried look and invited him into the sitting room where her husband read by a front window. She knew his appearance at...

Tory DaughterChapter 7

Anne sat cross-legged on her bed, wondering why Billy Fields had not written her any more letters after that fine first one she had enjoyed months ago and read a dozen times. She was not aware that her stepmother had read and burned a dozen short letters that managed to make it all the way down to Annapolis, generally by way of military or political messengers, young Whigs doing a fellow soldier a favor. In every one, Billy had said he loved her and missed her. She nibbled on the corner of...

Tory DaughterChapter 8

In August of 1777 Anne Amelia Conroy celebrated her eighteenth birthday at the old plantation known as Pirate's Luck, a rambling manse on the Eastern Shore with acres of worn-out tobacco land, overgrown pastures, a rickety pier, crooked tobacco barn and rude slave quarters. Her father, with tears in his eyes, gave her a strand of matched freshwater pearls that had been her mother's. They dined on Bay oysters, roasted duck and home-cured ham. The junior Dulanys crossed the Bay, sailing...

Tory DaughterChapter 9

Miss Anne, oh Miss Anne, dere's a man downstairs wants t'see you. Can't call him a genta'man, way he's dressed. I'se seen him somewhere's." Philippa watched the young redhead pull herself together, look in the mirror, push at her impossible hair, wiggle in her linen dress, spread the bodice wider with her thumbs, yank up her stiff corset, smile at herself and head for the steps, all in about ten seconds. The maid servant fled before her, well aware of who was visiting. Standing in...

Tory DaughterChapter 10

The meal was almost over when Anne spoke for the first time. "Billy Fields was here today, Father. He lost an arm in a fight up near Philadelphia, on the Brandywine, his left arm." She licked her lips, thinking how to proceed, smiling inwardly. "Poor boy. That's a shame. His father died a while back didn't he?" Anne nodded and put down her fork, folded her napkin and placed it on the tablecloth, gathering her nerve. "He's still in the army, Washington's army." "Your age isn't...

Tory DaughterChapter 11

Billy Fields sat as still as he could on the high stool in the Conroy kitchen, his boot heels hooked into the rungs, his hands gripping the sides and his eyes on the smiling redhead whose corkscrew curls were completely out of control this humid day. The cook was shaving him and explaining to Anne how to do it. She was using one of Anne's father's English razors that had been borrowed with permission, and she showed the girl the angle on which to hold it and urged her to be gentle but firm...

Tory DaughterChapter 12

About a month later, after a leisurely exchange of correspondence through shipping interests on the icy Bay, Anne and a pair of strap-bound valises rode two stages northward over half-frozen roads since the Chesapeake was ice-covered almost to Baltimore Town, spent an sleepless night in a decrepit inn listening to men carouse and sing, took a wind-blown ferry across the wide river and then another uncomfortable stagecoach, arrived in Philadelphia about mid-day, and with the help of a hired...

Tory DaughterChapter 13

When the big maroon carriage drawn by four matched grays reached the stately home where Anne was the guest of her elderly aunt, the uniformed footman adroitly descended and helped the redheaded girl step up into the richly upholstered interior where three young maidens and their wide skirts already occupied most of the space. "Rebecca," said the dark-haired girl who had a circle of puffy fox furs about her slim shoulders as Anne squeezed in beside her. "Anne Conroy, please excuse me,"...

Tory DaughterChapter 14

In the morning Anne came down to breakfast in her nightgown and robe, enjoying the feel of being corsetless, remembering the minor sensation she had caused at Benjamin Franklin's home, the stares, the jests, the gaping at her bobbling breasts. The three girls she rode home with refused to speak to her, hardly even glanced her way. She knew there would be talk, salacious talk. But she also knew she had not been the only girl being talked about in the city. She saw two of the younger females...

Tory DaughterChapter 15

In February, during a welcome thaw in what had been a very hard, snowy winter, Anne's Aunt Amelia slipped on a curbstone as she got out of her carriage in front of Christ Church and landed heavily on the brick sidewalk, breaking her wrist, bruising a knee and perhaps cracking her pelvis. She was bedridden for almost a month, and Anne did her best to comfort her by reading newspapers and novels aloud and telling her stories gathered from the many parties she attended that winter. She received...

Tory DaughterChapter 16

Anne and her Aunt Amelia, who was now getting around pretty well with a cane, were just about to dine when Ensign Hart was announced and came into the parlor, filled with apologies, feathered hat under his arm, boots gleaming. "Pardon ladies, puh, puh, please," he said with his usual stammer, "but I've been sent to ask, sent by the captain, yes, to ask if either of you know someone called, called..." he produced a slip of paper from his wide cuff, "called William Field, no, Fields. Yes,...

Tory DaughterChapter 17

"Mr. Weaver is in the kitchen, worried about you; asked me to give you this." Anne handed Billy the folded paper. It was still early, the sun barely up. She stood watching, worrying. "Hm," said the young man. He had used the chamber pot twice during the night and each time, by candlelight, could see that he had produced some blood as well as rather brackish urine. His back was crawling with pain. "He wants a list a'my contacts. Says he'll warn m'friends." He sniffed and looked at...

Tory DaughterChapter 18

Anne said, "Come," when there was a tap at her bedroom door. Aunt Amelia's cook stood in the doorway, looking unhappy, wringing her apron. "Dere's a man down in the kitchen. Was on d'back porch when I ah lit d'stove fire. Wants to see Mr. Fields, he says." "What kind of man, a soldier?" Anne asked as her toes found her slippers. "Is he British?" "Just a man, great big man. He ain't old." "Be right down," Anne said, shrugging into her quilted robe. She hurried along the...

Tory DaughterChapter 19

Wearing a threadbare coat that had belonged to Amelia Robertson's late husband and with an apple and some coins in one pocket and a thick beef sandwich in the other, Billy Fields walked north two weeks after he was arrested and beaten, his hand well healed and his blackened eye back to normal, almost. He took a circuitous route with many pauses and was reasonably sure he was not being followed. The old lady wept as she watched him leave, and Anne stayed in her room, having refused him a...

Tory DaughterChapter 20

In mid-October Anne's stepmother returned from her farm bringing several hams and a brace of gamebirds along with a house guest, a mature gentleman named Pierce Joseph Amboy who styled himself "esquire" and was, in fact, a part-time lawyer as were many of the land-rich planters. At their first meal together, Mrs. Conroy raised the topic of marriage. "You are nineteen now, are you not, Anne?" she asked sweetly. "I'm sorry I missed your birthday this summer, but my place very much needed...

Tory DaughterChapter 21

The sun was barely a smear on the wide Bay when Anne's stepmother entered her bedroom and shook the sleeping girl's shoulder. "Wake, Anne. Wake up, girl," she said loudly. Anne rolled over and opened her eyes, saw the stricken look on the woman's face, sat up and asked, "What's wrong?" "Your father is dead, my girl. He died in his sleep. His body is already hard and cold." Anne choked back a cry, inhaled deeply and put her feet on the floor. "Are you sure?" She felt as if there...

Tory DaughterChapter 22

Philip Wells was diligently reading the law with an attorney in Queenstown who had an office near the rude courthouse. He agreed to help Anne dispose of her property and to make a record of expenses and profits. Philip had attended the free school run by the locally-infamous Mr. Potter and then King William's School in Annapolis for a year, until the summer of 1776. He was a member in good standing of a local militia company and fully expected to be called to serve with Washington's troops...

Tory DaughterChapter 23

During the next week Anne made an inventory of what was in her smoke house, pantry and root cellar, which proved to be very little, and gathered a lot of eggs with the help of Miranda and got to know her two nameless nanny goats who supplied the house with milk. She had been warned that they would have to be penned once her kitchen garden was sprouting. Then she made a list of the repairs the old house and its row of outbuildings needed, especially the privy, decided to have one crooked wing...

Tory DaughterChapter 25

Billy Fields arrived in Annapolis in early January 1779 and was surprised to find the big Conroy house on State Street now occupied by another family, a dealer in slaves and rum who was said to have many contacts in Charleston, Savannah and the West Indies as well as a inky black concubine and a number of mulatto children. He was not being received in Annapolis society. Billy briefly visited James and Priscilla Dulany at their stylish home and discovered that Anne was now living on the Shore...

Tory DaughterChapter 28

"Dere's a man here t'see you, in d'front parlor, Miss Anne." Moses bowed, happy to be doing what he did so well. Anne, wearing an old pinafore over one of the new, everyday dresses produced by a talented seamstress right in Queenstown, slid open the doors, and the big man stood and faced her, smiling, a gold-trimmed, black metal box in his hands. "Miss Conroy, I assume." She nodded and almost flexed her knee. "Yes, Anne Conroy, sir." She cocked an eyebrow and waited, looking at his...

Tory DaughterChapter 29

Anne sat on the blue-painted kitchen stool that Bess had somehow salvaged from Annapolis, an old linen sheet wrapped around her, hands clasped in her lap, positive she had made the right decision, and Bess stood before her with her heavy shears in her hand and a scowl on her face. "You sure 'bout this, girl?" she asked sternly. "Don' seem right." The gray cat licked itself on the windowsill, watching surreptitiously but looking disinterested. Anne nodded. "Cut it off. Take at least...

Tory DaughterChapter 30

The meeting with the two of the men who had invested in turning the April May and what many called "Pretty June" into privateers went well, and both Anne and Philip were pleased with the decision to let the young woman keep the log and all of the hard money and currency and give her a note for a seven hundred pounds with no interest, due six months after the treaty of peace. It was, they agreed, as fifty-fifty as they could make it. Both sides were well aware that the rented ships were a...

Tory DaughterChapter 31

"They's back," Moses said. "Them ole men tha' was here, in d'parlor, Miss Anne." Anne took a deep breath, raked back her loose hair with her fingers, retied her wide ribbon, and slid open the door. The men stood, looking very unhappy, hats in their hands, all three in dark serge kneepants and dark hose. She closed the door and waited, trying to keep calm, hands clasped behind her. "We heard," said the oldest as the other two resumed their chairs, "that you have come into some...

Tory DaughterChapter 33

"Dere's a boy here, at d'front door, Miz," Moses announced while Anne was at breakfast. She picked up her stubby pistol, primed the pan, snapped it closed, took a deep breath, drew the flint all the way back and went to the door, feeling her gorge rise, finger on the trigger. The lean boy doffed his hat and made a small bow. "Caleb Dulany, ma'am. I'm looking for my uncle, thought you might've seen him. Macalister Sinclair's his name. He's in uniform I think." "Come in," she...

Tory DaughterChapter 34

"Mr. Wells," Anne said, snuggling closer and kissing his nearly hairless chest, their mutual passion thoroughly spent, "I think we ought to go down and get some breakfast. Sun's pretty high." "Really? And here I thought you were enjoying yourself." He stretched and squinted at the bright sunlight, raking back her lustrous hair with both hands and kissing her open-mouthed as their legs tangled. "If you insist." He tried to ignore his excited amazement and found he could not. "Um,"...

Tory DaughterChapter 35

"Mr. Wells," Anne said at breakfast, aware that her cheek was somewhat red, abraded by her lover's seldom-shaved beard, "you could help the boys dig postholes. The snow's melting fast, and I'm sure they will be here soon." "They're ready to frame up the stable and toolshed?" he asked around a mouthful of pancake and berry jam. "So they said as they left. The materials are all here now." She made a face at him. "And then I think, perhaps, you should return to your home and your...

Tory DaughterChapter 36

Philip, one of his older brothers and two of his friends arrived at Pirate's Luck shortly after dawn on Sunday morning, all four of them armed with long guns. Bess stirred up a stack of griddle cakes that they wolfed down with the help of a jar of blackberry jelly and a comb of dark honey. Maguire and Jamison arrived about an hour later in the lawyer's rig. Neither of them brought a weapon so Anne gave the big blacksmith a scorched pitchfork that had survived the fire and handed Mr....

Tory DaughterChapter 37

In mid-March the grand jury of Queen Anne's County found "no true bill" in the matter of the death of one Macalister Sinclair, Esq., and Anne Conroy was given back her ivory-handled pistol. She, Philip and Mr. Maguire celebrated what he called an "ignoramus" with a roast-chicken and apple pie dinner that Bess prepared and a bottle of local claret the lawyer had saved for a special occasion. Despite repeated entreaties, a disappointed Philip went home with the attorney well before sunset,...

Victorious part 6

The morning after their first threesome was awkward. Victor awoke with morning wood stuck in between Jan’s voluminous breasts. Looking down, he saw the tall blonde curled up hugging her massive chest as she dozed. Meredith stirred behind her, and awoke with him and moved in for a kiss over the blonde which awoke Jan. Confused, she pushed back away from his cock like it was poisonous but Meredith caught her hands and rolled them over onto her back. Like a wrestler, she pulled Jan...

Victorious part 5

“On Friday, time to think over the weekend was requested. Your time is up.” Meredith asked as they met in her office for the morning. Victor stayed still for a moment soaking in her gaze. He felt strangely calm but stiflingly hot nonetheless. “Have you bought me a ring?” He started. Meredith didn’t even blink. “Your answer?” Victor continued undeterred. “Maybe someone should be here to annotate our agreement? I would like this on paper.” Meredith paused, then reached over...

Victorious part 2

“It’s your first million dollars you two what are you gonna do?” “Go to Vegas and rent a room.” Meredith deadpanned. That was the exact plan they had since watching their IPO take off. Their COO raised a brow at her answer. “…and make a million more!” Victor jumped in. They took a short trip to an Indian casino instead. Victor paid cash for their best suite and it was still empowering. The casino enabled them not be seen again for four days by comping their room service...

Victorious omnibus 5 10

Monday for Victor started out quietly, except for the obvious. On Friday, time to think over the weekend was requested. Your time is up. Meredith asked as they met in her office for the morning. Victor stayed still for a moment soaking in her gaze. He felt strangely calm but stiflingly hot nonetheless. Have you bought me a ring? He started. Meredith didnt even blink. Your answer? Victor continued undeterred. Maybe someone should be here to annotate our agreement? I would like this on...

Victorious IT S OKAY JUST RELAX

They'd just completed their exams at the end of senior year so Jade and Tori decided to go apartment hunting as they'd both decided to take a gap year before uni, because they wanted to go out and gain experience.It didn't take long before they found a nice apartment that they'd both be able to afford.Jade had gone out to lunch with a potential client of an up and coming production agency that Jade had started working for, so Tori was alone.She must have dozed off because when Jade returned...

Victorious Wanko s Warehouse

The gang walked around Wanko’s trying to find a place to hide. Andre suggested hiding in the storage area while Robbie wanted to hide in the fridges. Jade and Trina managed to convince everyone to hide in the sex aisle. Because it was the most empty before closing time, and Wanko’s sell everything. So, in a corner of the store the gang fund the sex aisle. Beck and Robbie hid behind some boxes. Cat and Tori hid behind the cardboard cut-out of a porn star. Trina and Jade took off their shirts and...

Victorious The Cop And The Goth

The quiet of an empty school corridor at Hollywood Arts was interrupted."Excuse me, Miss." A woman's voice with a trace of a New York accent.Jade West slowly turned to face the police officer who had come up from behind her. The cop held her baton and was tapping it into her left hand. With an eye on the billy club, in a tight voice, Jade replied, "Yes, Officer...?"The cop, a young woman who didn't look much older than Jade, said, "Pedesko. Officer Pedesko. I need to see some...

Victorious Payback Because of Daddy

Part One Victoria Vega, Tori to her friends, was getting her things from her locker at her high school, Hollywood Arts, when one of her friends came hopping over to her. "Hi, Tori!" Cat said in her always chirpy voice. "Hi, Cat," Tori returned the greeting. "What's up?" "What do you mean?" Cat asked, sounding as confused as ever. "I just mean, what's going on, Cat?" Tory told her. "Oh! Eh-eh!" Cat giggled. "Well, I think I found a job for the summer, singing and...

Tutoring

…Alley stroked his hard member, and watched it harden even more… Mr. Roberts’ groans encouraged her to further explore. One hand was stroking, while the other hand really was exploring, near his sac. Upon reaching his balls, she felt his hand push her long hair behind her ear then lift her chin so he could see her face. Alley,’ he gasped. ‘Alley… I… I… ‘ BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! She slammed her hand down on the annoying alarm clock, shutting it off, and cursed it in her head. He was just about...

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Tutoring Christy

Last summer, Christy decided that shewanted to go back to school. Having only a high school education, she wanted a career, not just a job. Enrolling at the local university, she chose to educate herself in computer science. She lived in a small town, and with limited funds, Christy was only able to afford the community college. Her decision to return to school was made late in the summer, so only a few core classes were left to take, as the majority of the selection was already booked....

Tutoring My Friend s sister in Sex Ed Part 2

A month had passed since I taught Sam how to handle a cock. She told me that she had jerked Oliver off 10 times since then and I was honestly a little jealous until she let me know that it was time for her next lesson. I'm going to pick up the story with what should have been the ending of Part 1 but reliving that first day with Sam had me shooting a huge load before I even finished telling the story. I walked Sam to her car from the library. We exchanged a somewhat awkward hug after what had...

Tutoring My Friend s Sister In Sex Ed Part 1

My friend's little sister Samantha was nervous about pleasing her first boyfriend and asked me to help give her some hands on experience during the course of their relationship. All of my stories are true accounts of my experiences. If you haven't read the story about my first time with Nancy, check it out. Otherwise some quick background: I'm a 32 year old Asian-American engineer. I went to college only about 10 minutes from where I went to high school which led to a number of story worthy...

Tutoring a Girl in Irish

This story involves Domination, BDSM, face sitting, lesbians, group, etc enjoy!This little story is about me meeting a girl named Madison; she’s 19 years old. She moved to Ireland with her mother and step sister Brittany, they were from America and came here since their mother had some love problems and needed work. Madison is bisexual and single, Brittany was also bisexual but is in a lesbian relationship with her best friend Abby, and they practically lived together.She moved into my town and...

Tutoring Christy

Last summer, Christy decided that shewanted to go back to school. Having only a high school education, she wanted a career, not just a job. Enrolling at the local university, she chose to educate herself in computer science. She lived in a small town, and with limited funds, Christy was only able to afford the community college. Her decision to return to school was made late in the summer, so only a few core classes were left to take, as the majority of the selection was already booked....

Tutoring Robbie

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My parents noticed how Tom and seemed to stop fighting almost overnight. About two weeks after we started fucking we'd learned to avoid petty little spats completely. "I'm so glad you two are learning to love each other." "Oh that we are Mom," I told her. Tom looked like he was biting his tongue. We learned to value the privacy we had. But we knew that we would be sooo dead if Mom and Dad knew what was going on. So we limited our games to immediately after school. We never played if...

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It was a Thursday after school it was 4:00, my parents were at work so I was home alone, suddenly I heard a knock on the door so I answered the door it was my math tutor. My math tutor was a big black man but very smart he had glasses and talked like a rich white man, he was very nice and extremely smart. So invited him in and he sat down so I said to him: I'll go grab my backpack I'll be right back, okay. So on my way back into the living room suddenly my saggy pants fell down dammit I...

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Note to Reader: The Following story unfolds in Tehran- Iran in 1953 during an attempted American-CIA and British MI6 coup against the democratically elected government of Mohammad Mosaddegh. Codenamed Operation Ajax the plan was to remove Mosaddegh and increase the power of the Iranian Shah (King), Shah Mohammad Reza Pahlavi. The story follows John Hopkins, who is an American reporter stationed in Iran during the coup. Hopkins finds himself caught up between the coup plotters and Shireen, an...

Historical Erotica Ch 03

Note to Reader: This story centers on mother and daughter, the daughter name is Asya and the mother name is Funda. The story is told primarily after the First World War during the collapse of the Ottoman Empire and rise of the Turkish Republic. Both women are beautiful in their own right, Funda with her blonde hair and hazel eyes and Asya with her black hair and blue eyes. Theirs is a time of change and this story tries to capture this change. Enjoy!! ***** A running man cries through the...

Historical Erotica Ch 04

Note to Reader: The story takes place in an insane asylum in French Colonial Algeria, during the Algerian War of Independence (1954-1962). Dr Pierre Marques is a white French doctor, psychologists and therapist, who believes strongly in the French Empire and the civilising mission. Entrenched within him, is his belief, that Algerians and Muslims are inherently insane and backwards and that French colonization is humane and necessary to help Algerians. Dr Pierre specialises in psychological...

Historical Erotica Ch 02

Note to Reader: It’s 1532 and the main character, Leyla Khanom, is a Harem girl of Turkish Anatolian origin. A raven beauty with dark hair and eyes with light skin, she is a woman of great intellect, culture and possess artistic and musical qualities. A great conversationalist who can hold discussions on Greek Philosophy, Astronomy, Theology, Political strategy, Poetry and great works of literature. But Leyla is not just dinner entertainment, she has political ambitions and wishes to use her...

Historical slutty Sarah her POV

We've had a lot of really nice messages from people who've enjoyed hearing our stories, got a couple of particularly nice messages about our last story, which was from Sarah's point of view, rather than mine. I asked her if she would be up for another and she said yes, potentially but "I wouldn't know what to write about". So we got into bed and set to a bit of roleplay when I asked "what's the sluttiest thing you've ever done? Aside from sleeping with me and your ex?"Turns out, the girl has...

Victoria s Fantasies Pt 1

Dear Mike, Here’s another one of my fantasies. I hope you like this one better than the other. I’ve grown to love writing these stories, not just for the erotica, but it takes the edge off sometimes. -------------------- “Harmony, I need you to get something from upstairs for me.” Ms. Evans called out from the kitchen when she was making dinner for the kids. “Yes ma’am. What is it?” “Lotion.” “Oh, I have some in my purse I can give you.” “I only use Jergens.” Is she serious? “Um,...

Victoria s Secret

Since the evening that I first set eyes on Victoria, and the explosive night that followed, we had seen each other quite a few times. My work still took me away quite a bit but, like most people, I prefer to come home rather than live out of a suitcase, so I came back to my house whenever possible.After the conference at which we had first met, Vicky and I had made no actual plans to meet again – we could both feel comfortable with having had a one-nighter – but I quite often went into West...

Victoria s Tutor

Victoria sat on the sofa, her embroidery in her hand. The needle, however, remained unmoving, lodged in the fabric. She thought back angrily to her meeting last night with her guardian. It was absolutely the last straw. Her life had changed unrecognizably in the last six months. She had been so happy when her parents had been alive. That had all ended when they had both been drowned in a boating accident. Suddenly at the age of 20 she found herself, with no rights, awarded as a ward of court to...

Victoria s Exhibition

Victoria had always been a bit more free with her sexuality than most. She had already tested herself around friends, experimented and tried various things. She found she didn’t really like anal, she wasn’t a slut, but she did like attention. For some reason, Victoria felt amazing when she knew she was turning someone on. When she could almost feel their arousal it made her feel invigorated. She had recently read an erotic story online about someone being an “Exhibitionist” and playing with...

Victoria s Revenge

Victoria’s Revenge This story is one possible sequel to ?Recruiting Victoria? by Gina Hoisington.Author: Ivan Wilson Story codes: nc, mf, ff, fd, snuff, torture.Victoria, or ‘M’ as her master called her, was worried. It had been more than three years since she was kidnapped by her current master, Wolfgang Bernhard Spring (Wolf), & trained as a sex-slave. At the end of her training she had been brought to his island Estate & had lived...

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