Bostonfictionwriter's Last Story With sadness and trepidation, this is my last story. In two years, I've written 602 stories and 69 poems. I'm proud of everything I've written. At the time I wrote them, it was the best that I could write and not only have I learned a lot but also I've improved as a writer. Alfred Lord Tennyson wrote this Dying Swan poem be...
It is an ordinary day of your last year at highschool. You are so bored and sleepy today that you just want this day to be over and go home. Autumn weather doesn't help much, it's cloudy and rainy. "Man, just one more hour and we can finally leave this place!" said Tom, your good pal. "Where are all the girls anyway, are they skipping classes?...
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Part I -- He has business on the other side of the world Rolls Royce London It was a typical day in London. It drizzled that morning clearing the air if only for a little while. Drake Hampstead appeared at the office directly before 9:00 AM. He was never late. He took his job at the Rolls Royce office very seriously. There was a definite pecking order wi...
Chapter 1 INTRODUCTION My name is Joe, I am a 25 year old engineering major and a true example of a university student: living in a small and stuffy apartment, most of the money coming in from my parents was spent on rent and food. So if I wanted to do more than just survive I had to find a temporary job. Nothing really full time as studying really took up...
After the milk and cognac mixture and the wonderful lovemaking with Ingrid I had no difficulty at all falling asleep with her beautiful stepdaughter lying naked in my arms. As I slept I dreamt of the wonderful welcome I had already been afforded from this German family who had taken me into their home for the Christmas holidays. I dreamt of sweet Andrea pr...
I awoke from my nap to a great deal of drama going out outside the tent. I could hear horses arriving, and people talking in raised voices, though I still did not know what they were staying as the UT was stuck on 3%. I got quickly to my feet to see what was going on, but before going to look I thought I had better put some clothing on. My fingers moved to t...
This is a story prompted by a real experience, enhanced by the freedoms of creative license. The Loving Wives category invites stories about couples mutually exploring new experiences with each other and others. If that doesn't turn you on, then no need to read further (or to leave negative ratings/comments about plots the category invites). However, if...
Chapter Three "Why did he have to do that?" That was the question Emily repeatedly asked herself on the way home. There was no way in hell that he could find beauty in her marred back. She didn't want to go back to the shop. So many times had she fallen for men who were just being friendly. With her usual bad habit of looking too deep into their kindness...
She saw with relief that most of the others left their gowns buttoned. As with the kisses, Rick seemed to know exactly what each girl's limits were, and did not press them. By the time he rejoined the Dora on the platform, nearly all of them were breathless from new-sparked passion and anticipation. Not even a master wizard addressing apprentices could comma...