WARNING The following story features acts preformed either by fictional professionals or under the supervision of fictional professionals. Accordingly, I and the voices in my head must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any act or form of depravity preformed in this story. Unless, you're horny and feel like it... EnjoyWhat's next? Special De...
Jan Jefferson had always been a bit of a tomboy never having developed very feminine features as she grew up. It had bothered her that she was not blessed with a sexy body when the boys had ignored or insulted her calling her a{if Fashion <= 1} prude {endif} for the clothes she wore. The other girls had been even meaner with their taunts about her {if Bre...
Walking out onto the main floor of Rubenstein's Margaret beamed at the sight of her brother. Dressed in a silk white dinner jacket and black tux pants Gus looked like a model right out of a scotch ad. "Woof!" exclaimed Longinus, one of the more flamboyant salesman on the floor as he admired Gus's look. "Such a nice line!!!" "Well Mrs. Laveau? What do you t...
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...
The hypnotic sounds of goat-skinned drums drowned out the loud roar of the plane as it neared Nassau's International airport. Jake's heart danced in time to the music, click don boom, da boom, boom, boom. God it feels good to be home, he thought. Never would he have imagined that a preppy kid from The Hamptons would find his soul on the gritty streets of a...
"Zombie" "Would you like to see something interesting?" The phrasing was innocuous, but somehow the way Griffith said the words in his high, reedy voice made them hang in the air in a sinister fashion. He leaned forward slightly in his overstuffed chair with a child's curiosity in his eyes, but there was nothing innocent about him. If he had the inquisitive...
Was I back at Jasmine's place for dinner on Sunday? You bet I was. Didn't think twice about missing the ball game. The Mets suck this year anyway. It became a regular thing for me to get "Jazzed" on Sunday. At first, it was pretty much the same routine - a plate of her magical mystery hair pie at the dinner table followed by the real thing in the bedroom. I...
This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between these character and events and any real person or events is strictly coincidental . . . and pretty darn impressive seeing as it is a science fiction story. Do not re...
Author's note; this story should've appeared after Part 5 as it takes place soon after the events in that story. * I drifted through my work that day, we did some prep work for a photo shoot somewhere, I really didn't think about who or what the subject was. My thoughts kept drifting back to the night before. When our work day was over we spilt up as we us...
Roy Owens glanced up at Molly as she came into the bordello room, reflexively pulling the corner of a bedsheet over himself. His face was a mixture of embarrassment and lust well familiar to the young whore, but his prick tented the sheet upward in an almost comical bulge. Molly smiled, looking demurely at the floor, as May Belle swept out of the room and sh...