Feather Maid "You wanna lap-dance?" she asked. I looked in her eyes, then turned away so I didn't exhale my smoke in her face. She was a white girl, about 5'9" and in her late twenties. "How much?" I asked. "Twenty." I looked her body over. She was an hour past voluptuous on her way to cellulite city. I love women and all their imperfections, but if yo...
One night, Jen and Shari were beckoned into the room that Shari shared with Stone. "What?" Jen asked, "I have studying to do for an exam tomorrow morning." "You'll have plenty of time to study later tonight," Stone replied, and proceeded to pull out a sandwich baggie full of cocaine in one hand and in the other, at least 20 Ritalin pills. "So who feels like...
"So good to see you again, darling!" Meghan Rooney embraced Lester Bridge as she walked into the control room of Moondance Studios in New York City. Lester loved the way her pink dress hugged her curves; she seemed even more beautiful today than she was nearly three decades ago, when she was one of his backup singers. "Have you met Norman before?" Lester a...
A few weeks later, no comments about that night with Don. The only change was sex became more frequent. I couldn't get up the courage to ask her about that change but I wasn't complaining. She had gotten more demanding in bed and I definitely like that, but nothing said, no surprise repeats. Nothing. Finally I plucked up some courage and popped out with it,...
"That's for the final skin!" Ron tried to psych out Robert. The skin was for $300; carry overs from the last six holes. "Sink this and it's all yours!" Robert was not unnerved by Ron's trying to seed doubt into his mind. Slight uphill with a left to right break was the way Robert saw it crouched behind the ball. He took his stance and addressed the Titleist...
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...
So, after an incredible first night and a great weekend, it was time to head back to our normal lives. Still, we had some time before getting home and a long car ride that could lead to some fun. In the spirit of the weekend, I suggested as we were packing, that my babe wear the nice black little summer dress we picked up along our shopping trip the day befo...
Darkness is falling as Blake Irons enters the bar, quite prepared to feel disgusted as in this small town women have access to all bars. This ought to be the time when a man can tuck a few drinks away in quiet reflection without being hassled or having high-pitched laughter raping his ear channels. Blake is a thinking man, so does not come to such conclu...
I had to fly to Vegas for a meeting with some clients. Vegas isn't one of my top cities to visit, but it's been freezing in Chicago, so I was looking forward to being in the warm weather for a few days. As I get off the plane, I can feel the warmth in the air on the jet bridge. Ahhhh, 3 days of warm weather, and since I'm traveling by myself, I can plan as m...
Melanie looked at herself in the mirror. Her reflection seemed distinctly blah today. There was nothing distinctive about her. Plain face, average body - not fat, not skinny, legs not long and not short, chest there but not much (B-cup breasts). Her straight nearly shoulder-length brown hair completed the anonymous look. "If the government ever wants a spy,...