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The "Event"

by imhapless on May 27, 2019
Loving Wives

I'm not going to go into every detail of my life, looks, wants, or needs because – simply put – most of it isn't important. I'm a "just the facts ma'am" guy so forget the window dressing. While my story revolves around what I always refer to as "The Event," there is some background necessary so that the average reader will perceive this story to be more li...

Valentine Treat: WhoreWife Creampie

by AverageBear on Sep 12, 2017
Loving Wives

Ever since I was a kid growing up, my favorite dessert has been Boston Cream Pie. Little did I know that, as a grown and married man, I would one day live in Boston and eat a creampie of a different sort, courtesy of my whore wife. But before the shouts of "wimp cuckold" are unfurled, let me start my story nearer the beginning... It was February 14. Since D...

Holiday Hot Tub Prisoner

by e.e.cumming on Aug 31, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

It was a vacation from hell! Two of us guys at a tiny, empty and overly prudish British hotel in the Caribbean, having a boring week with no other hotels for miles. It was our last day and an unrelenting sun was making it brutally hot as we trudged back from a long hike on the beach expecting a boring end to a boring vacation. On the way my friend sees a gir...

Master Entworth

by justincbenedict on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

"You see, Entworth, I saw you last night at the PainCafe, when you were hitting that girl's breasts.... Oh, she was tied down, her hands were, and you kept, like thrashing her with that wire thing." Jinx O'Casey smiled at Entworth beseechingly. Entworth's swarthy face stared at Jinx through his prescription sunglasses, his copy of "Soap Opera Digest" forgo...

Murder Misstery Melange

by thrillerauthor on Sep 16, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

For those who came in late, Matt McCoy – now Maddy – is on the run for a crime he did not commit, and a murder which she did....as the saga continues, Maddy begins life as the lover of her doctor in Paris. By the author of The Jessica Project. I stood outside the door while Jacques made a quick survey of the apartment. Apparently it hadn't been occupied in...

La Vita Dolce Ch. 15

by theDuskyGirl on Sep 19, 2017
Interracial Love

Morgan gripped Natasha's hand hard as the limo pulled up to the beach house. Morgan's look was pleading. "Please don't do this, Tash." Natasha squeezed back and gave Morgan what she hoped was a reassuring smile. "This is the best for everyone." Morgan shook her head vehemently. "The best for everyone? Lacey and Colin will be a mess not to mention Gianni. H...

It's All About Jack Nicholson Ch. 04

by BOSTONFICTIONWRITER on Sep 12, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

I dedicate this story to Amanda, a fan of Jack Nicholson and a fan of Bostonfictionwriter. She asked me to write a story about Jack Nicholson with her in the starring role. I agreed to write the story because I've always been a fan of Jack Nicholson's, too. Normally, as you can discern from my name, Bostonfictionwriter, I only write fiction, generally ficti...

God Bless Middleclass Americans

by andtheend on Sep 13, 2017
Reviews & Essays

God bless middleclass Americans because no one else will. * The consequences of this recession, soon to be depression, living life as an American citizen, God, baseball, and apple pie are replaced by unemployment, homelessness, and despair. When God doesn't answer our prayers, when Americans can no longer afford to go to a baseball game, when apple pie is...

Through the Lens

by msnomer68 on Sep 16, 2017
Non-Erotic

Death is silent as a whisper and soft as a last exhale from parched lips. If death had a color it would be gray like the sky before an oncoming storm. The scent of death is indescribable by any vernacular, a cloying sweetness of funeral sprays combined with the stink of shed tears and rank decay. And death, it is a cold thing, a final brush of fingertips acr...

A Saint and A Sinner Ch. 05

by Daniellekitten on Sep 19, 2017
Romance

His head was pounding, his stomach a constant churning ache. He managed to open the door to his office and slink over to his chair, wincing at the sound it made when he pulled it back. He sank down into it, laying his head on his arms on the desk, praying that either God would take mercy on him or kill him. Killing him would be a mercy today and God didn't g...