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...
Pierre gently laid her onto the bedroll, carefully tearing at her garments to find the wound. He removed her tattered dress, leaving only the petticoats. He chided himself for looking at her breasts. He was attending to her life, not sating his desire! He gently turned her on her side, looking at her lower back. The bullet had gone clean through, and he offe...
Frank and Ann had known each other for a short while and became lovers soon after they had met. They knew that they could never be more than secret lovers but they accepted that fact. Frank had learned many of Ann’s desires and he planned on fulfilling as many as he could. He loved hearing the things Ann wanted to have done to her and what makes her so wet....
Try as a might. I just couldn't settle myself. I was shaking all over - just sitting there in the car with my heart pounding - trying to convince myself of the reality of what had just happened. Then, the chime of my phone snapped me out of my state for a moment. Recognizing the number, I picked up immediately - hearing her now-familiar voice. "You can't t...
I was laying silently across the bed. I am naked and my pussy is spread wide. I was thinking that this is something that I asked for. My limbs are spread and bound with the softest, most fragrant of leather imaginable. He went to great lengths to make this fantasy a successful reality. A few months back my husband Bob and I were at home, he was busy working...
Hi, I'm Jenny, and I am a pet slut. It has been one month, three days, and seven hours since my last orgasm. Having to admit that, months ago, would have been agony. Now though, now I am fully invested in the sexual satisfaction of my owners. My parents came home three days ago. The anxiety I felt about their return was nearly unbearable. It distracted me...
"It's Not For You Author's note: It never ceases to amaze me that people read stories online that are entitled "Cuckold," and then get upset (and offensive!) that the stories are about the excitement of having an unfaithful wife. If such a story disturbs you, you can stop reading now. Otherwise, you might be... disturbed. Also, if you are looking for graph...
Warning: The central themes of the following chapters of this story are blackmail and reluctance. I woke to the sun on my face. Opening my eyes a little, I began ordering my thoughts: I had been slumbering at my desk, doing a homework assignment as boring as it was urgent. I glanced at the clock: 12:34 pm. Shit! I was supposed to be at work at one o' cloc...
Of all the nights for her 18th birthday to fall on...it had to be the worse of any birthday she had ever had. Not only was it the night of her Senior Prom, but everyone in her family had made plans that would keep them out late. Some of it she could forgive, her sister's spring piano recital had been planned since last fall, and since her father was a member...
They say when you do what you love; you never have to work a day in your life. This was especially true since I was leading my latest client through the woods. She was the farmer's daughter who could be found anywhere in the great northern plains. She had brown hair braided into a neat pony tail and freckles that dotted her otherwise clear face. She had matc...