Category Archives: Tips And Stories

Merry Christmas to One and All

WISH IT COULD BE CHRISTMAS EVERY DAY. Outside the world was white and frosty with the North wind blowing great gusts of snow this way and that depending on its mood. But in a small bungalow way out in the middle of nowhere recently wed Ted and Alice were enjoying their first Christmas morning together opening their presents… Ted opened his last gift to discover a box full of

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Sister Helps Her Brother

Tyler came rushing through the living area cursing as he went to his room. Kimber felt concern for her twin brother and went to see what was wrong. Their 18th birthday had been a few months ago, and they had decided to share an apartment. She knocked on his door and asked if she could come in. He replied yes and she entered his room and sat on the bed next to him. What’s wrong?” she asked.

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Santa's Last Stop Part Two

Christine woke up on February the 12th with a sense of excitement. As if she would be meeting Santa again. She stretched as the suns morning rays shone through the crack of her curtains bathing her in a halo. Slowly the room came into focus and there on the bed by her feet was a present with a letter. The style was similar if not identical to the gift from Santa at Christmas. Excitedly she

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Reunited chapter two

I felt really strange sitting in the lounge of an hotel with my son whilst he told me about how his step mother had been frigid for much of her marriage to his father.  It was something I didn’t really want to know about, so I pushed him about why they’d had what he called strong words. “Well,” he grinned shyly, “They’d been out to a friend’s wedding, they should have stayed overnight, but

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The Demon Eloc – Part 1

Like a lot of teens, I went through a “Goth” stage; dyed my blond hair jet black, including my eyebrows. I used black nail polish and dressed in all black as well. To my parent’s consternation, I pierced my nose, eyebrows and tongue and got a couple of tattoos. I also dated both men and women of all ages and ethnicities and they would preach to me about it constantly. It wasn’t so much

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Pagliacci Tears

Spinning yarn of lore fables Of a rustic fool on a string Attired in my clown regalia Crying with Pagliacci tears Of your infidelity By charming a costume patch And you with foible of panache Like the Devil’s mustache Sipping wine from a carafe With a soul of Armageddon Giving my heart contusions As my words fade into obscurity Sinking in my drunken euphoria By letting myself

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Why Would You Love?

If you must love me, let it have no motive Except for love’s sake only. Never say ‘I love her for her smile-her look-her way Of loving, and her pleasure – or for a trick of thought That falls in well with yours, and with it brought A sense that all will be right one sweet day’- For these things are fleeting and, Beloved, may Change or be changed-and love, so taught, May be untaught in

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AJ’s Naughty Slumber Party

Amber Jade is my sixteen-year-old step-daughter. I call her AJ for short. The school year had just begun, and AJ asked if she could have a sleep-over with Zoe, Katrina, Kat for short and a few others. I pressed her for more information as to how many and more specifically who. “Gee mom why the twenty questions? I’m not inviting the whole school for god’s sake.” “AJ, I want to make sure who

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No Other Place

  When I think of her, my heart burns When I think of her, my cock stirs When my heart burns and my cock stirs  I have no other thoughts to yearn When she dreams, her mind does glow When she thinks, her core does flow  When her mind does glow and her core does flow  There are no other thoughts to know When we caress, our hearts are heard  When we kiss, our passion stirred When our hearts

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How do I love you?

For Justine How do I love you? How shall I count the ways?  Is there depth, or breadth or height,  or aught that to measurement yeilds?  How should I begin to measure it?    Shall I love you by quota, to the mark of the day, or by the standard or some man-made measurement?  Would that be right, or do?    I love you purely, or as pure as passion allows a woman like me to love.

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