I drove to a secluded farm out in the sticks. Miss Black sent me there as part of an executive retreat on Servant Leadership, and I had no idea what I was walking into. I doubted there was any cell-phone connection and if there was, it'd only be a bar. Miss Black told me to let my fiancé, Staci, know I wasn't going to be able to contact her this week anyway....
Amy Anderson felt her long hair being whipped in the breeze as the convertible roared down the country road and she smiled. She lifted her head further into the slipstream, knowing full well that the stretch caused her chest to push out into his view as she felt the wind grip more of her hair. She looked at herself as "athletic" and not beautiful but she als...
I. It was just over a year ago when I went into my first adult chat site. I was 19 at the time and had just recently moved into my first apartment alone. It was a good hour drive from all my friends at home. I wasn't really sure what to expect in the move, but I was a young woman, ready to take on the world. I had just started a new job, and while I was rea...
Jake: I meant to send you a picture a while ago. I just sent it, check your email. There was always a lot of tension between Jake and I. We'd met by chance at work and immediately hit it off...as friends. Though I found Jake irresistible, with his mop of curly dark brown hair and 6'4" lean body, I was not his type. He was into tall skinny blondes with big b...
I lied on my bed listening to the alarm ring. I don't want to get up. Oh, how I hate Mondays. Knock, Knock, Knock! "Mommy? Are you awake? It's time to get up." I laughed to myself, my kids telling me it's time to get up. "I'm getting up." As I looked in the mirror on my bureau, I saw the reflection of the card you sent me. I turned, picked up the card an...
Of course, they had talked about it. Actually more times that she could remember. Usually it was when they were both in an intense session, mumbling fantasies and feeling the heat the fantasies fed. More and more she thought about it when she was alone. Doing something mundane, her thoughts would trail off and before she knew it she could feel herself begin...
The Time Machine Voyage One - Going Greek The Professor was quite mad, of course. I believe he was an archetype rather than a stereotype but ‘what the hell, Archie,’ as Mehitabel was wont to say. I met him in the local supermarket. He was pacing the aisles muttering to himself. Now I’m one of these people who can’t help but look at what other folk are buyi...
Her Husband had started a new job within the past year. A good one. One that afforded the time for him to be home at night, never late, never over tired, and ready to fuck his wife senseless upon arriving home. Occasionally, he worked weekends, one Sunday here and there...a quick in and out of the office, which she happily obliged and tagged along when he we...
For years we had talked about it, and for years she had fantasized about it each time she came. The night had finally arrived, and to be honest I had no idea how it would turn out. It turned out better than either of us could have ever thought. Let me go backwards in time a bit, so as to fill you in. My wife Lola (not her real name of course) and I have bee...
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...