I wanted to share with you my first bi-sexual experience. I was 18 and was babysitting for a local couple, Karen and Jerome. They were both only a little older than me and had had their little boy quite early. Karen was taller than me at about 5'6 and I had always admired her large breasts and firm body. Jerome was a stunningly handsome black man, tall and p...
A smile rose to my lips as I heard the crunching gravel outside, the sound of my husband's car returning, having collected my nephew from the train station. I opened the front door, ready to greet young Michael with a happy grin, long bare legs and acres of cleavage. It was a beautiful summer's evening and Gerald, my husband, knew I liked to dress for the we...
Chapter Two: Geneveve Piqoud Is Taken The red dress her mother gave her, flowed and shone, catching the light in a way that made her gleam. This was not a happy moment for her, exactly, as her father, Lord Piqoud, was having her married to Lord Ghamboles - a union that she didn't like at all. But to be in this dress, tonight on her 18 birthday, put her in t...
Helen leant back and took a drag of the cannabis cigarette in her hand. She smiled at her companions, the public school educated boyfriend with his friends, and her friends from the local Comprehensive. Marijuana always made her chilled and she relaxed back sucking in the smoke from the illegal cigarette. "When are your folks back?" A wiry black haired boy...
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...
A Continuation of the slave college series * Michel Jenkins and Brent McMasters were freshmen at the slave college. After just celebrating their 18th birthdays, the boys had enrolled in the school, both for the academic achievements of past graduates, and because it was rumored there were 6 girls per guy on the campus. Being boys, both were thinking it wou...
CHAPTER 3 The smell of Dannie's pheromones was making me giddy. It had been so long since I had last tastes sissy clitty; too long. My mind flashes back to boarding school, Gloucestershire. I was young, under age by English law. It was just after the summer play, and James had decided we should change costumes; boys wear the Shakespearean dresses of the gir...
I arrived home to find a parcel sitting on the doorstep. It was addressed to me which I thought was odd as i hadn't ordered anything recently, and it was a rather large package, around 50cm by 50 cm and almost as high. I took it inside and headed up to my room so I could open it in privacy, knowing that it most likely wouldn't be something that I would want...
I have known death. I do not wish to misconstrue my meaning; I do not mean that I have seen the specter of death (if one exists), or that I have glimpsed the meaning of it as some seek to grasp the meaning of life. Rather, when I say that I have known death, I mean that I have known it intimately, like a lover comes to know the body of his partner as well as...
I watched him discreetly as he ushered me through his home, inanely showing me the cabinets in his kitchen. My head spinning, I smiled my pasted on smile and nodded at the lovely woodwork, my eyes scraping across the expanse of the kitchen before pinging back around to the lovelier man looking both nervous and confident at the same time. I sucked in an inaud...