BallOdes is a series of unrelated erotic poems, mainly about the male genitalia and the sexual satisfaction derived from the blatant exhibition of same. The title is a play on the words "ballads" and "odes", combining both as "BallOdes", or ballads to balls. These poems are dedicated to those who have them and those who love them: Long may they swing!
Troy's day begins badly when his girlfriend dumps him; it gets worse when his stepmother seizes the moment to commence a plan she's had for him for some time, her mind full of admiration for the girl who's put him closer to the place she needs him to be in. Troy learns of the true fate of his departed father, and is shown he has more in common with him than he ever knew - courtesy of some very independent female friends of his stepmother, educating him to his true purpose in life.
This story is a tribute to PacullaAnnia's brilliant parody story, "The Perfect Loving Wives Tale." To borrow PA's words verbatim, this story "...is in response to the true comments of certain critics, as well as being based on the high ratings certain stories get in the 'Loving Wives' category, but any resemblance to real people, alive or dead, is purely embarrassing to those people."
When you're nineteen and horny, sometimes you do things that later seem crazy. Such was the case with me during my second semester as a college sophomore. Fortunately, it all turned out well in the end. Actually, I don't know who had the better time, me or the groom. What's even crazier is I was paid for doing something I would've gladly done for free!
When my dad needed to reward some of his employees and money just wasn't enough, he needed something special. What could be better than the boss's daughter!
After a lot of debate I finally let Beth talk me into another one, my first of the summer. Well, it turned out better than I dared hope. I got to participate in the initiation and even convinced a newlywed to commit adultery. Yeah, I had a good time!
I chose a religious university based on its personal learning atmosphere and impressive academic credentials. Although frustrated at times with the strict rules I'm sure in the future I won't regret my choice. In comparison, my cousin Kristen chose hers based on being close to home and having a good time; apparently a degree was an afterthought. When I was home on break I got to experience dorm party life at my cousin's university which was just a tad bit different from mine.