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And Here's To You Mrs. Robinson Ch. 02

by BOSTONFICTIONWRITER on Sep 14, 2017
Mature

I was working as an accountant then in of all places, South Boston for a small numismatic and philatelic company that was owned by General Mills. Just as the North End of Boston was mostly inhabited by Italians, South Boston was predominantly Irish. My opinion is that women who have any amount of Irish in their heritage are the most beautiful women on the pl...

Sclabh's First Punishment

by sclabh on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

This is another in the chronicles of sclabh (Irish for slave). Sclabh is a 24 year old female police officer leading an off duty life as a submissive to Ms Brigit O'Toole. I had just finished up my last shift of my tour and had to be at Ms Brigit O'Toole's house for 6:00 PM. Ms Brigit is my Domme, a redhead, eight years my senior at age 32 and truly is a...

News Release: Spanish Fly Virus

by GeneMajors on Jun 9, 2020
Humor & Satire

News Release: Spanish Fly Virus © 2020, West-Coast Governor's Back-Patting Association, USA History: During the mid-1950s to mid-1960s, a rumor circulated in many US high schools concerning a 'homeopathic' treatment (as these sorts of things are referred to by people who don't like the pharmaceutical industry) of which a single drop (containing terpenoid...

Black Book Diary Entry: Wilma

by PositiveThinker on Sep 17, 2017
Mature

I worked with Wilma. She was a store manager for one of our retail stores and I was the inventory control accountant. It was my job to take a physical inventory once a month. We had three retail stores spread throughout the city. We sold collectible items of very high quality and value, numismatic and philatelic items of interest, coins and stamps, some of...

Driving the Last Spike Ch. 02

by Thistlethorn on Jul 15, 2020
NonHuman

Edited by Penn Lady This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights reserved. * Owen Connolly was a big man. His back was broad and his chest barreled out. His arms were heavily muscled, his legs thick and stout. He towered over not only the Chinese workers, but his fellow Irish as well. With his perpetual scowl, foul humor, and propensity for violenc...

A Lifestyle Ch. 01

by OleTroubador on Sep 13, 2017
Novels and Novellas

This series will develop slowly. The first chapter deals primarily with setting the stage and character development. I don't intend for this to be a 'wham bam, thank you, ma'am kind of story. I am not yet certain what succeeding chapters will contain, tho' sex will certainly be a sizeable part of it. This is my first offering, so I sincerely desire feedback...

With Help from Michael O'Leary Pt. 09

by BOSTONFICTIONWRITER on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Chapter 39 O'Leary's Savings and Loan Michael did not tell anyone about the thirty-five million dollars or about the idea of starting a new neighborhood bank. He wanted to wait until after the wedding when he would tell Gabriella everything while away on their honeymoon in Ireland and Italy. They had agreed that they wanted to show one another the countries...

A Rubber Dolly

by Boxlicker101 on Sep 19, 2017
Toys & Masturbation

"My mother told meIf I was goodThat she would buy meA rubber dolly." Kyle sang softly to himself, before bursting out laughing. His mother, being dead, would never have any way of knowing it, but she had bought him the rubber dolly he was tugging out from under his bed. She would NEVER have willingly bought her for him, whether he was good or not. His mothe...

The Prostitute & I

by Dream Greed on Oct 6, 2020
Erotic Couplings

June 2, 1999 My name is Claude Simmons for those who are wondering. Last week I got to recollecting my sex life and decided it was pretty decent. Good enough to write about in fact. Reviewing my life this past week has been exciting, and now I want to share these stories with some strangers. I'm going to tell these erotic tales to the best of my abilities....

Bite Me

by Sarraslilslutboy on Sep 16, 2017
NonHuman

The dark dreariness of the night was like none other, yet it felt just the same as every night he could remember. It seemed as if the cooling fog was acting as a shield, trying to block out the horrid smell of the grounds. It wreaked of blood, death, and decomposition. He thought to himself about the number of bodies buried around his manor. How many women h...