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The Boston Bubble Lora s Story Conclusion

The Boston Buble: Lora's Story Chapter Nine: Tan Lines "Are you sure it's OK Jess?" "I wouldn't be able to sleep if you went alone." I stared into her eyes, looking for any sign that she was just telling me what I wanted to hear. "Jess, you're the best. Do you mind if I tell them?" She grinned. "Of course not, it's your news. I'll send them back, OK?" "Thanks." Smiling, I walked up and gave her the best one-armed hug I could. While Jess went out to the dining room to...

The Boston Bubble Lora s Story Part Three

The Boston Bubble: Lora's Story Chapter Six: "Friends, Neighbors, Countrymen..." "Yes sir, I'll take care of it. I know exactly who to call with this. I'll set it up for this morning." Hanging up the phone, she looked down at the front page of the newspaper sitting on her desk. "Boston's Heroine Addiction." Catchy headline. That, plus the picture of a beautiful, slightly rumpled girl sitting up in her hospital bed... this would probably be a record sales day for the Herald....

The Case of the Missing WomanChapter 18 Boston from Percy s View

For the next few weeks I walked around the camp like a lost soul. Jim and Tara returned but I really didn't feel that upbeat. I guessed I kinda missed Angela a little too much. I vowed that I wouldn't let another woman get in my heart after Judith left. I tried to harden my heart toward Angela, but it didn't really work. A week before the concert in Boston, Don Vito called me, "So what time are you picking my daughter up for the concert?" "I wasn't invited as her guest, " I...

Lucky StiffChapter 7 Thanksgiving in Boston I

Talk about the life in Massachusetts, Speak about the people I have seen, And the lights all went out in Massachusetts, And Massachusetts is one place I have seen. I will remember Massachusetts... I will remember Massachusetts... --Massachusetts (Bee Gees) It was the day before Thanksgiving, and I was in the Swift's family Mercedes with Harry driving Kristen and me to Chicago's O'Hare Airport. We gave our bags to the skycap, and I handed him a twenty-dollar bill that Kristen...

Boston Strong

My legs were like lead weights as I tried to have something resembling a kick; I kept my head down and powered to the finish line of the Ocean State Marathon in Newport, Rhode Island. It was only as I crossed the line that I dared look at the clock: 3:25:20; a personal best, but still short of the 3:20 qualifying time for the Boston Marathon. It was hard to believe that a short five years ago I did my first awkward jog, barely a mile, and now I had completed my third marathon. I was proud of...

Boston by Motorcycle

I had just finished my undergraduate degree in psychology, and was about to pursue a Master’s degree in criminology, but I hadn’t yet decided which university I wanted to attend. My final plan was to enlist with the RCMP, but as a young woman who barely hit 5 foot 6, I knew that the only way to get accepted was by having a lot to offer. My grades were excellent, and I had been offered entrance to several programs. I was undecided between Ottawa University and McGill in Montreal. The program at...

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The Boston Bubble Lora s Story Part One

Hi folks. For a long time, I've been reading and commenting on the stories on this site. Every time I read something that I really liked, I found myself wishing that I could do that; write something good that people would enjoy reading. So a while ago, I decided it was time to stop wishing and do something. This story is the result. One of the stories that really impressed me was The Long Strange Journey of Seth Gates by AJ James. In that story, he created a universe where an...

The Boston Bubble Lora s Story Part Two

The Boston Bubble: Lora`s Story Chapter 3: Girl's Night Out I was introduced to one of the little pleasures of being a member of the fairer sex right in the middle of the Charles river. Downtown was a crowded mess, what with the road closures, news people from everywhere and the just plain curious. After ten minutes of inching across the Longfellow bridge, I couldn't deny nature any longer. I got up, walked the ten feet to the back of the bus and for the first time in my life, I...

Boston Babes the Third Season

CHAPTER 1 Eva was dropping out of college because she thought the systems sucked and because she’d stupidly chosen to study biology only to find her interest waning faster than her staccato sexual interest in any guy. Now her interest in drama was returning. What a fucking mess, she’d fumed, coming to the ‘I’m quitting’ decision. Her counselor had summed it up neatly. ‘Eva dear, consider pulling the plug before you become dead in the water’. Clichés for sure but in Eva’s position they rang...

Growing Up A MasterChapter 35 A Visit to Boston

I couldn't believe that I was doing this, but it was time for me to start picking colleges. I had pretty good grades, despite all the time and energy that my extracurricular activities took, and I knew I had a pretty good chance of getting into the university of my choice. I was looking at three or four of them, but the one that I really wanted to go to was in Boston, on the east coast. It was far from home, and I wasn't quite sure how I would make the transition, but I guess that was what...

Bye Bye Boston

My name is Bethanny. I’m 29 years old and I have brown shoulder length hair, about 5’6′, slim with a tight little 38D – 24 -36 body. I workout at the local gym a lot to keep in top shape – and to show off my body to all the hunks that go there as well! I’m probably most proud of my tits though, aside from being enormous on their own, they have thick dark nipples and when excited they stick out at least 1′ and are as round as the end of your little finger. Through the years there have been many...

Bye Bye Boston

My name is Bethanny. I'm 29 years old and I have brown shoulder length hair, about 5'6", slim with a tight little 38D – 24 -36 body. I workout at the local gym a lot to keep in top shape - and to show off my body to all the hunks that go there as well! I'm probably most proud of my tits though, aside from being enormous on their own, they have thick dark nipples and when excited they stick out at least 1" and are as round as the end of your little finger. Through the years there have been many...

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A Early morning Visit to Boston from Providence

........the road to Boston...interstate 295several years back, when I was about 25, I would take a ride up to Boston from Providence?..Id usually call a girl friend the night before and arrange a weekend on the town ...My plan was to leave before the sun came up to try to miss the morning rush,,,, this morning, I got up early and had a nice bubble bath and shaved my legs and any place that needed a touch up..wash and dry my long reddish blond streaked hair and curl it,,,, and do my nails or...

Surprise in Boston

I come from a big family and my brothers and sisters are all younger than I am and have k**s like I do they range in age form 9 to 30. My oldest is 30 now and I started late, as did my siblings. We all live in the area of Boston mass and central CT and southern New Hampshire. It is not out the ordinary for any of us to visit with any others or our own c***dren when we are in the area. So when my business took me to Boston from my home in CT. I wanted to see my daughters but they were not...

A Well Lived Life 2 Book 5 MichelleChapter 46 Boston Legal Systems

January 13, 1992, Chicago, Illinois “Good morning,” I said. “On the phone, we have the five members of the Board of Directors, as well as Jamie Ferguson and Matt Kern of Allen & Baker. We also have Mr. Samuel Shapiro, of Shapiro/Gleason in Boston. In the office with me, I have Elyse Clarke, Kimmy Bradford, and Jeri Lundgren.” “Welcome everyone,” Joyce said. “I call the Board to order. It’s your meeting, Steve.” “Thanks, Joyce. I’m sorry for the short-notice meeting, and I extend my...

Remembering Boston

A small group of us traveled from Martha’s Vineyard to Boston that early spring morning. The five of us all met the previous year during an excursion in the mountains of Nepal. We became friends in the beautiful but Spartan surroundings, vowing to meet again afterward and run the next Boston Marathon together. We were simultaneously excited and in a state of animated suspense. We were all chatty during the 40-minute ferry ride and 80-mile drive to Boston, engaging in playful banter to calm the...

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Little SisterChapter 5 Boston II

That summer was like and unlike the previous one. I stayed in the same flat. I worked at the same legal aid clinic, doing the same job full time. Once again I took notes and rewrote them every night. A lot of the people were the same. I was different. Everyone said so. I dropped in at the shelter. Mimi hugged me and told me I had grown. Some of the recurring clients at legal aid said similar things. Two of the girls from the flat said so. I hooked up again with an old one night stand. She...

Travelling Across America I The man from Boston

I've never been to Boston before. Here I am, 21 years old and have never left my home town in Upstate NY. I've lived a very sheltered life with my parents, as well as my steady boyfriend of 3 years and pretty much stayed in my hometown throughout college. I decided when I was still a kid that I wanted to move into a big city to start a music career, but I didn't know which one. I told my parents, my friends and even my boyfriend this, and they seemed surprisingly understanding. My boyfriend,...

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My Boston Vacation Part 4 Ft Danielle

This is the 4th and final part of my story with Jen. My Boston friend when I went on vacation. She was 5’11 green eyes chubby but sexy. We just came back from the mall. What a day it has been already. I fucked her in a changing room and in the backseat of her car. Now we were back at her place. She told me that we should go meet some of her friends at a bar near by. I said why not I could use a drink. We got to the bar around 9pm. The bar wasn’t that packed. I followed Jen to a table...

My Boston Vacation Part 3

It was only my 2nd day in Boston and already I have made love to Jen twice. We had sex the 1st night and then in the morning. It was pretty good. I couldn’t believe it. Didn’t know it was going to get any better. Well it did as we went along. Well it was afternoon after that morning of sex. We had our breakfast in the morning and watched some television. Yes I still watch Saturday morning cartoons. Even if the cartoons are not what they use to be. We decided to go to the mall in the...

Kendra s First Girl Experience in Boston

Kendra and I have been together for a while and she has shared her fantasy a few times of always wanting to have experienced being with another girl. She often talked about how she missed her chance in college and now that she is with me, she’ll never have the opportunity. We talked about trying to find someone we knew in the neighborhood who might be interested, but Kendra always worried it might be difficult after the fact and it has remained a fantasy for years. My job requires me to travel...

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A Trip To Boston

A Trip To BostonI was in Boston on business and my wife flew in on Fridaynight to spend the weekend. I was pretty beat after a weekof long nights and my wife was feeling the effects also of a long week, so we decided to hang around the hotel Friday night.There was a nice restaurant there and after a good meal andsome wine we decided to unwind in the hot tub by the pool.The hot tub was relatively small, holding maybe a half-dozenpeople but it was quiet so the two of us just sat there sharingthe...

A Hot Pink Night In Boston

The following is a quick story, but one I should call a fantsy because I do not kiss and tell. After college, I began working in Boston. I had been visiting TV/CD bars for a long time. I often would dress, but also loved just being in the bars and staring at hot TV's. I am attractive I guess, and have had great luck being picked up by TV's. I have some great stories. My favorite one follows. The hottest TV I ever met was a bartender at Jaques (shameless plug) in Boston. She was young,...

Letter from Boston

LETTER FROM BOSTONDear Shoeblossom:I have read with interest your letters from chastity belt couples. I really thought I was an enthusiast, but now I think it may have gone too far. My love affair with chastity and denial began, I think, in adolescence. In the summer after my junior year at Andover, I wrecked Dad’s BMW while drunk on the Montauk Highway, near our vacation place, and broke both arms and both legs, and I began getting visits in my hospital room from Noelle, a Candy Striper...

Boston Solutions IncorporatedChapter 4

Magus said, “Before you tell me your problem, there is a matter of payment.” “How much?” asked the young man. “Ten dollars and a favor for the first solution. Add a zero for each subsequent solution without adding a favor,” Magus answered. The young man pulled a crumpled ten dollar bill from his wallet and said, “Here’s my ten dollars.” Magus wrote a receipt and handed it over to the young man. He asked, “What is your problem, Mr. Tom Smith?” “My roommate is crazy,” Tom answered. “Does...

The United Kingdom of Zoo A fake BBC documentary series s12e04 Amelia McKinnon 23 from Boston

We start this edition of the show with establishing shots of a large, colourful industrial unit ... The words “PLAYVILLE” painted on the exterior in large curved and friendly letters. As we pan along the front of the building, we come to rest on our horny hostess – ex-pornstar, Renae Russell, and her blue-grey Weimaraner dog... Renae’s fake tits are squeezed together in another tight mini-dress, showing off her arse, legs, and (of course) her amazing and obviously fake bolt-on boobs as she...

Boston to BirminghamChapter 3

"DADDY!?" Yes, there he stood, Greg Canaday, member of the Boston elite, bastion of conservatism, respected member of the bar. Staring at his, muddy, bedraggled daughter, clad only in an oversized tee shirt. "What are you doing here?" "I was invited. Someone named Hildy called, told me how well you were doing, how proud I should be of you, how much you missed me. So. I thought I would come down, visit, maybe get my fill of Southern cooking and hospitality." "Daddy, it's not what...

Boston to BirminghamChapter 4

Hardy found himself in the office of an old friend, waiting anxiously for his appointment. Rabbi William Goldberg had retired, gotten bored, and opened a counseling practice, specializing in marriage and relationship problems. His work with veterans had been gratifying, but the stress and the daily reminders of the horrors of war wore on his soul. Between active duty when he was younger and twenty five years the reserves, he was able to retire with honor and full benefits. He truly felt God...

Boston Lez Contest

Amy was walking down the street, texting on her phone.Mrs. Veronica Stone was returning from lunch walking in the opposite direction, a coffee in her hand. As she saw the young nubile teen, in a plaid skirt, white blouse and pantyhose, she instantly knew her first target.Mrs. Stone and four other married best friends had made a bet at lunch just fifteen minutes ago. How many teens, college girls or women could they seduce in one week? The winner would get the other four women's daughters for a...

E093 Donald s Boston Home

As they drive to Boston, Donald points out things to Emma as she snaps pictures to add to her collection. She has gotten some wonderful shots with Dorothy and Maude, one of all four of them laughing together that she plans to have printed and framed for the women.Almost there, driving down the brick covered streets leading to his home, Emma is impressed with the neighborhood and how Old World it looks. Donald pulls into the back gate to the house but has her walk with him around to the front...

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Boston Lez Contest PT2

THE TURNING CONTEST is a week-long competition between five MILF best friends over who can turn more straight teens, college girls and women.The prize: The winner gets a weekend with the other four women's submissive 18-year-old daughters.Mrs. Carol WhiteCarol drove home from the luncheon with her friends, mulling over the bet the girls had just made. The idea of the bet: a week long battle to see who could seduce the most women was quite a fun challenge, although she was the only submissive in...

Boston Surprise

Boston Surprise by FRSWRITERIt had been weeks since I saw the gurls, their memory burned deep in my brain.Hanging around the house with not much to do didn't help either. I had been trying to call Jill for a few days, but she would not answer. About now I was thinking it was a dream and never happened.It was getting late and I was contemplating going out and trying to score, headed for the shower to get cleaned up and go. The water felt good and I was getting hard just thinking about what...

Boston Fetish Fair

The Boston bus station is mobbed with people attending the fetish fair. I pace restlessly, glancing at Chris sitting sitting quietly, as we wait for You to arrive. We people-watch, amazed and amused at the variety of clothes we see. Engrossed in watching an apparent Dom lead his pet on a leash, I am not aware of your presence until I feel a sharp slap on my ass. Red-faced I smile and hug You. Chris stands and waits for You to greet her. Hugs done with, You gesture for Chris to sit back...

My Daddy and I Fuck in Boston

It had been nearly two weeks since my Dad and I had sex. We hadn't had an opportunity to do it. My mom had decided to try to work it out with him and they were sleeping in the same bed again. He didn't seem super happy to me, but I had decided to give him space. I didn't want to make him feel bad. Besides I knew my chance would come again. It was a few weeks before Christmas and we had planned a family trip to Boston to go shopping and basically stay for the weekend. At the last minute my...

IBE The Days Of WanderingAddendum Boston

RIIINNNNGGG RIIIINNNNNGGG RIIIIINNNNNGG. I woke up and slammed the old alarm clock by my bed off. It was six AM, and I had to get up for work. Kelly lay beside me, her 35 year old body still sexy, on our four-poster bed. She was in beautiful shape, but she didn’t have to get up for a bit yet- her first class was at ten, and she didn’t need to feed Lucy for a little while longer. It was my turn to get the kids ready for school. I turned and cracked and creaked the aching joints of my aging 52...

Little SisterChapter 3 Boston

The summer between my junior and senior years was the first big change. All the social sciences require field work. The one I chose was to the slums of Boston. In some ways, it was like living in the flat, without the homework. My alcove became a dorm bed, with half a closet and a military foot locker. Showers were communal and hot water a rare privilege. Food was done on a chore schedule. Same old, same old. Forty hours a week I spent working at a transient shelter. Another twenty were at a...

Boston Solutions IncorporatedChapter 20

The IRS agent in charge stepped out of Titus’ office followed by his assistant. He said, “I think I’m going to hate Titus more than I hate Magus.” “Why?” “Do you remember my old boss?” “Yes.” “Do you know who does Magus’ tax returns?” “Don’t tell me.” “My old boss. Every time I audit Magus, that old bastard starts pulling out tax deductions that Magus didn’t take. I end up having to write Magus a refund check.” “That must hurt, Sir.” “You have no idea. I’m four years from retirement....

Boston Solutions IncorporatedChapter 33

Mel stood outside the house with her arms around Stephen. It was a bittersweet moment, an odd mixture of regret and anticipation. She was leaving him behind to begin a new adventure. She kissed him goodbye. “I’m going to miss you,” Stephen said. “I’m going to miss you,” Mel said. “I think you’ll like the program at UCLA,” Stephen said. “I think you’ll enjoy law school and work,” Mel said. She knew that she was trying to draw out this parting as long as possible. Now that the time to...

Boston to BirminghamChapter 2

She stepped of the train, tired, miserable after a two day ride. The heat and humidity hit her like a physical slap. "Who the hell would voluntarily live here?" she thought as she dragged her cases behind her. No one offered to help. "So much for the vaunted Southern hospitality you hear about in books and movies. Maybe Hardy put the word out through the redneck grapevine." Thinking his name caused her a brief flash of pain. Yes, damn it, what happened was her fault, but he should...

Boston to BirminghamChapter 5

She sat there, shocked so badly she couldn't even cry. He really was gone. She looked over at Bill. "Is it really over?" "I'm afraid so. For what it's worth, there was a couple of times when I thought you two would make it." "But why? I've grown up, changed into a better person, didn't he see that?" "Yes he did. He once told me how proud he was of how you matured, and the way you took to family down here." "Then why?" Bill sighed. What he was about to tell her would be...

Boston to BirminghamChapter 6

Hardy woke with a start, trying to understand why he felt so happy. Then Gwen stirred and snaked a hand over his chest, hugging him lightly. "Good morning, my love. Did you sleep as well as I did? I have to tell you, it's the best nights' sleep I've had in over three years." He caressed her hair lightly. "Like a rock, you wore me out. In my defense, I'm still not quite up to my old self." She moved languidly over his body, rubbing every inch of skin she could into to...

Bostonfictionwriter s Big Bash Ch 01

Are you ready for a party? Are you ready for some fun? Would you like to rub elbows with some hot women and men who have as much as a libido as you do? Well, sign up to attend the biggest bash of the year. I’m hoping to collect thousands of attendees to make this the biggest and best party of the sexes ever, bigger than the swingers’ party they hold in Vegas. It’s been a long, but gratifying year of writing stories. I’ve never written so many stories in such a short time. As a reward to all...

Lust in Leotards

TWO MEN'S FETISH FOR LEOTARDS AND TIGHTS TAKES ON A TWIST AS THEY DISCOVER ANOTHER NAUGHTY FETISH. Boston was on the phone. He was telling his wife, who was working the night shift at the taxi rank, how he was going to have an early night. He hung up and looked at the mirror. He smoothed his hands over his pristine royal blue leotard stretched tightly over his well-fed stomach and arse and smiled. His danskin tights gleamed in the light. He slowly walked into the kitchen where the lodger,...

Cheating In Tights

Polly schemes against and cheats on ‘her’ boyfriend with his mature boss.1.My legs looked immaculate in my layered fishnet tights. I couldn’t wait to show my lover. I arrived at the meeting point in the car park early, so I could freshen up. I took my phone and called Kev. I told him exactly where and what time to meet me. Kev then started talking some crap about his mean boss, Mr. Boston. I rolled my eyes and told him I really had to go and I would see him, as arranged. I said I had a special...

Virtual Slavery

Prologue  The image of a naked woman fills the notebook computer screen.   She is on her knees, seen from behind and to her right side. Her asshole and dilated shaven sex are clearly visible. The upturned soles of her feet. The side of one white breast flattened against a burgundy bedspread. Her face, but for one startlingly blue eye which seems to be staring not at the bedspread an inch away but inward, is hidden by outstretched arms and a sweep of black hair. The arms extend to wrists bound...

A Black Woman s Love Is A Prize

Every man who has ever lived has that one woman he simply cannot forget. For me, that woman is Monique Etienne. The woman I simply cannot get enough of. A five-foot-eleven, curvy and brown-skinned young woman of Haitian descent. She’s got long, neatly braided hair and the most amazing light brown eyes. Oh, man. Silly me, I almost forgot to mention her voluptuous body and heart-shaped ass. A curvy Black woman with a cute face and fantastic behind, that’s my ideal of beauty. This lovely lady is a...

Boi Tricks Thug

“Damn! This sissy ass be so good,” the chocolate colored thug confessed as he pushed his nine inch dick back into CiCi’s rectum.“That dick feels good in my faggot ass boipussy,” the eager effeminate bottom replied.“Take that dick,” the aggressive man bellowed gripping CiCi’s generous Afro.“Fuck me, nigga! Fuck me like a prison bitch.”“Hell yeah! Take that dick in that prison ass!”The bed creaked beneath their bodies. The married twenty-something flipped the short waifish bubble butt boi onto...

The Black Men You Don t Know

What’s going on, folks? The name is Samuel Joseph Etienne and I’m a 29-year-old Black gentleman of Haitian descent living in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I am a graduate of the University of Massachusetts, and work for an accounting firm in downtown Boston. Six-foot-two, lean and athletic, with medium brown skin, curly Black hair and light brown eyes, that’s me. A brother with a decidedly hellish life. What am I talking about? Please let me explain. I’m married to a six-foot-tall, lovely...

A Bisexual Arab Man in America

September 11, 2011 is upon us. The day feared by countless Americans and Arabs worldwide. Will some religious nutcase from the Muslim world try something crazy and finally push the United States toward the complete obliteration of the Arab world? Will Arab-Americans be rounded up like Japanese-Americans were during World War Two after the Japanese Imperialists stormed Pearl Harbor? I’m glad the day went peacefully, for more reasons than you can imagine. My name is Djamal Adul-Muqaddim and I...

When The Villain is Victorious

My name is Robert James Etienne. This is my story. I am a businessman living in Boston. What am I into? Well, what do you need? If you’re a rich man who wants some thrill-inducing substance, I’ve got the best quality. If you want something stronger, to get a bigger buzz, I can do that too. Just let me know what you want and get your cash ready. I’m afraid that in my business, we don’t take checks or credit cards. Lots of folks just don’t keep their word. Hope you folks can understand. I do my...

Green Grass Grows

"Johnathon, you better get out there and find a job. Your father and I have made sure you had your college tuition, but you have to earn your mad money.""I have been trying, mom. There are just not that many jobs open with this pandemic.""Mrs. Boston has been looking for someone to cut her grass. Why don't you go over there and see what she is offering.""Okay. Okay, I will do that."I walked over to Boston's home and rang the bell. I waited a long time, and I was just about to walk back home....

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Continue The Legacy

Wealthy lesbian woman befriends and helps a homeless woman. They called her the cat woman, albeit she only had three cats. Maybe, they called her cat woman because she fed stray cats and a cat or two always lingered by her back doorstep meowing for her attention and affection, hoping for some food, too. Her name was Jenna Charles. Ever since her long-time lover and companion, Ruth Charles, died of breast cancer three years ago, she lived alone on Beacon Street, near the corner of Charles...

The Truth About Black Canadians

Life is funny, folks. Case in point? Me. Steve Acier. Mr. Big and tall Black man of Haitian descent living in Nepean, a suburb of the capital city of Ottawa in the Province of Ontario. I moved there from my hometown of Boston, Massachusetts, at the end of 2009. Since then I enrolled at Carleton University and I also work part-time as a security guard at the local art gallery. Since I moved to Ottawa, I experienced a lot of culture shock. Ottawa is a city with a growing population of...

The Dogging Diaries XII

During these weeks I saw less and less of Ryan. He'd show up from time to time to run another ad or to spend the night with me, but it wasn't like it used to be. I was tied up a lot of the time in our bed; usually dressed in lingerie and sometimes simply naked. He'd bind my arms over my head on the bed and do cocaine from different parts of my body. Then he'd lift my legs, exposing my cunt and fuck me. Often after he was done using me he'd leave. I stopped asking where he was going...

Someone Who Cares

Someone Who Cares By Efin Copyright 2015 Efin Publications All rights reserved This book is a complete work of fiction. Any possible similarity to another work is completely coincidental and unintentional. Many events and descriptions are taken from the author's real life experiences and changed to suit the story but everything in this book is complete fiction. This...

Heading East The Toro Family

The season had just ended in bitter disappointment. The Dodgers had lost in the divisional series yet again. They tried but there was always something that caused them to collapse or lose out on opportunities. Their performance wasn't really a problem to him, what irked was that the team was full of themselves. They were elites in the city but not all players were the same. Some were family people who chose to go home to their wives and girlfriends while others, like Miguel Toro,...

On Her Own Part 5 Finale

The gravity of having two people that she had wished were her own parents want to do exactly as she had wished hit her hard. Anita had a mother and a father to love her, a brother to talk to and be there for when things were tough, and a husband who was infatuated with her. She had everything that she ever wanted and was feeling like she had won the lottery in life. Anita needed a while to recover so the Marshalls moved on to Pierre and his gift. He just laughed at the gift they were...

Binary Part 3

June 3rd, 2016 STAR League headquarters, Providence, RI Morgan had a restful sleep after cooking for the STAR Leaguers as a thank you to them for their help in both protecting her and testing her powers. She knew that she'd have to leave soon as little else could be learned from her powers and her father, Daniel Pine, would be looking for her there soon enough. She spent much of the morning formulating a plan of attack with the team. He'd attack that night just after dusk, it was the...

Why Black Men Crave Black Women

I love big Black women. I’ve been addicted to big beautiful Black ladies ever since I could remember. I’ve been collecting videos and magazines specifically geared to my unique interest for ages. My name is Jackson LeBrun. I’m twenty seven years old and I’m a Canadian man of Haitian descent who’s strongly attracted to Black women. I’m addicted to the Black ladies and I don’t want to be cured. I love what my fascination makes me. A Black female worshiper. A six-foot-three, lean and muscular...

A Dark Hobby

The name is Stephen Channing. At first glance, I seem like your everyday average guy. I stand six feet two inches tall, lean, with dark brown skin and pale amber eyes. A proud son of Mother Africa and the British Fatherland, that’s me. My father Luther Channing was an Englishman, my mother Edwina Franklin was African-American. They met in Boston during the summer of 1968 and got married in 1969. Two years later, I was born. They bought a nice townhouse in Boston’s Back Bay and built a life...

A Black Love Chronicle

Sex and drama. We usually try to avoid having too much of both because it can be had for one’s health. I honestly don’t know what I would do without them, though. The name is Damon Louverture. A tall and ruggedly handsome young Black man living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. These days, I’m taking up Business administration at Carleton University. Ottawa is the most boring City in the Western Hemisphere. Inhabited by zombie-like Government drones, self-absorbed and deeply...

With Help from Michael O Leary Pt 06

Chapter 26 ‘Gabriella, Gabriella, Gabriella.’ They wheeled Shannon Kelly-O’Day out as Michael was leaving the bank. He held the door for the coroner and spotted Gabriella, as soon as he exited the bank. He had not seen her since the hardware store when she told him about accepting the job with the Post Office. The excitement of seeing her gave him tunnel vision and, even though she stood within a crowd of spectators, he saw no one else but her. She ran to him. He did not move, could not move....

The Apartment revised

The author kindly advises that this story and its characters are entirely fictitious. It contains descriptions of exhibitionism, lesbian sex and graphic language and is only suitable for persons over 18 years old.The Apartment (revised)(A legal specialist performs exhibitionist lesbian acts for her client’s entertainment)Saturday evening 10pm. Driving rain lashed the dark floor-to-ceiling penthouse windows of an expensive apartment tower. A storm front had descended on downtown Boston. A...

Righting Wrongs

Special thanks to Digger for suggesting some of this series Prologue Kenneth Eaton was the youngest child of six, growing up on large farm in central California. His older brothers were all, "Masculine manly men" as they loved to say. Kenneth, however, wasn't. He was smaller, skinnier, and weaker. They favored their father, Kenneth favored his mother. Genetics weren't on his side. She was shorter, skinnier, and had barely any musculature. She was frequently called a, "Waif",...

Weddings and Reunions Part 3

Chapter 13 The excitement that Shaw's attempted kidnapping had caused thankfully didn't reach the younger kids particularly Virgil, Daisy, and Faith. It was impossible to keep it from Al, Amy, Kyle, or Stephanie as their parents were unusually vigilant that day and the four demanded an explanation from their parents when they met up that afternoon. Gabby was the most forthcoming, explaining, "Eve and Sydney are in danger from the woman who put them in foster care. She is on the run...

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The Fenway crowd leapt to its feet, roaring their approval for the two squads of warriors, as the ninth inning drew to a close. Todd Castle, America’s most well-respected sportscaster and the man who was considered ‘The Voice Of Baseball’, uttered into his microphone to a worldwide audience: ‘Folks, you’re not dreaming, and this isn’t Iowa. We’re at Fenway Park, this is Game 7 of the World Series between the Chicago Cubs and the Boston Red Sox, and we’re going into extra innings, tied at two...

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This story was made possible with the help of Josette Du Pres, Ib12us, Nuuan, Sammi, Portia Bennett, Erin G, and Dawnfyre. All of you helped out in multiple ways with personal stories and recollections and pointed me in the right direction. It was a dreary day in mid-June as John Finn and his two elder sisters, Leslie Sylvester and Karen Smith, stood over an old, weathered grave marked only with a number in Forest Hills Cemetery in Roslindale, Massachusetts. They were alongside...

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I open my eyes. My cell-phone’s alarm is crowing me good morning with a cockerel sound-effect it’s never emitted before. 9am on a Saturday. Normal wake-up time. Room’s normal too – so’s the light, the temperature… But something – I can’t identify what – isn’t. Something about today is other.It might be the girl perched on my bed’s end – the pretty bikini girl in denim cut-offs, with the cherry-lipstick smile, who wasn’t there last night. She flicks her tumbledown brunette locks aside to look at...

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Intemperance Volume 2 Standing On TopChapter 14a

Jake's urge to panic was very great as he stared at the smoke and flame billowing from the engine on the right wing, as he felt the seemingly uncontrolled yaw to the right, as he felt the nose of the aircraft starting to drop. Panic seemed a perfectly natural response. Based on the screams of the passengers around him, based on the painful way that Helen was clutching his arm and the terrified whine coming from her lips, it seemed like panic was all the rage. He very nearly succumbed to...

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THE FREAK Part 5 of 5

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When I left the safe house, a quick glance at my watch told me I'd been there the better part of seven hours. It was all I could do to keep from bouncing up and down on my toes like Peggy or Tink were prone to do whenever they got excited. I couldn't believe Roberts had gone unnoticed for so many years. Why hadn't someone picked up on the signs? The man was absolutely convinced of his own intellectual and professional genius. No one was as smart, or clever, or ... just think of an...

Little SisterChapter 25 Politicking

As the holidays rolled around, so did the political season. Mid-term elections were a year away, so candidates were getting serious about the primaries. Since I, in my FDC cap, was a campaign manager, this became time-consuming. It was well I had Cloudrest issues to give me another topic of conversation. City politics is tea party gossip gone wild. Elspeth made a chart of the various family trees, so that I could sort out some of the nepotism. South Boston was doing better. Once I dried...

Triple A DushayChapter 7

The Fenway fans were their normal frenetic selves for our four-games-in-three-days set with the Red Sox. You couldn't ask for much more. Last season the Sox had gotten edged out by the hated Yankees for the Division title. The Orioles had finished third and had never really been in it. This year, the Yankees were already eliminated and the Orioles and Sox were engaged in a free-for-all for the AL East. Some, but not all of the drama was removed by the fact that both clubs looked good for...

Mary Catherine

She stood at the window staring out at the city lights, her arms wrapped around her, her mind fixing on the city lights in the distance. She didn’t hear him come up behind her, but then she felt his breath on her neck followed by soft light kisses. ‘You smell so sweet honey,’ he said in a very soft voice. She shivered as he kissed her, and felt her body responding to her touch. Her mind raced. She felt the confusion of loving to be kissed and hating it too. She loved the feeling of excitement...

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When I write a story about someone, usually, I change their name so that those reading the story and who know me will not recognize who it is I am writing about. Only, this time, I cannot change her name. This time, I need to tell my story, her story, about Susan. Hopefully, by telling this story, it will rid me of the desire for her and maybe help someone else who is experiencing a similar, abnormal attraction to someone. Maybe, part of me hopes that she is out there somewhere and reads this...

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Ken stared at the wall of video screens at the terminal. He had a knot in his stomach that had been there ever since Shay told him that she was flying into Boston a couple of weeks before. The knot was getting even tighter now. He was just grateful that her inbound flight to Logan was on time – having to wait any longer to hold her again would have been absolute torture. He had memorized her flight and gate, but couldn’t help himself from going back to check again and again, as if the video...

Lost and Found Part 1

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Devil s Due

Wicked. Stupid. Fuck! That’s what I was, seeing the situation I was in. Fuck, how didn’t I see it coming?! Shit! Dammit! I should probably tell ya what’s going on, here. Best to start at the beginning, though. Prologue: Luck o’ the Irish ... not! 1989 - 2008 My name is Richard Donnelly, but everyone calls me Rick. I’m the son of James and Erin Donnelly. Yeah, full blooded South Boston Irish, here. Hot temper? Check. Iron jaw? Check. Fists calloused from multiple fights? Check. Stupid fuck...

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The author kindly advises that this story and its characters are fictitious. It describes exhibitionist situations and hardcore sex. It contains graphic language and is only suitable for persons over 18 years old. An image gallery on aristidis500 accompanies this scenario.Dark(A junior reporter discovers the real story behind the sudden dismissal of a female business executive.)Late Tuesday afternoon, Keystone building, downtown Boston. The newsroom of The Atlantic Observer. I’m frantically...

The Spell

Thanks to the Prince of Editors Steve Zink for a great edit as usual. The Spell By Eric Larry Gedge was 18 and worked as the general 'Hey, you do this' at the Worthington Estate. His Mom was the cook and had been for 12 years. Mr. J. Wellington Worthington (please don't call him Jimmy. He hated it because his mother had always said 'Now Jimmy,' just before punishing him) was 42 and was the owner. His wife Lindsay was 33 and very social. Both were from very old money. Larry...

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Personal Assistance By: Cindy Renee' Anderson [email protected] My life with Rick had become mundane, ordinary, if not predictable. It wasn't that Rick wasn't a good catch. In fact from the moment that we first met after being introduced by mutual friends, I found Rick's intelligence and sensitivity a major attraction. Rick was laid back, almost care free, soft spoken with hints of sarcastic political humor. We though alike when...

Analog Time Part Six

Analog Time, Part Six "Boston" by Sandy Man The hard part was iron oxide. Fortunately, I found a box of ungalvanized nails in a desk drawer; he must use these to hang his ugly pictures. I put these in a jar, then filled the jar with salt and a generous amount of water. There was a little manual power hookup in a corner of the bedroom. I gathered that, for the most part, electricity was beamed remotely to power vehicles...

Making of a Family

Prologue James York was a tall, skinny, weak white teenager. His father worked hard as a distribution warehouse manager. His mother was a nurse who spent long hours working at a major hospital. The family lived in a modest four bedroom home in an upscale neighborhood in Winnisimmet, MA that their combined hard work enabled them to buy. James wasn't the best looking but he had an infections personality that made you instantly like him. He could tell what you were thinking and know...

ComrieChapter 49

Three days before the concert at Boston's Bank of America Pavilion, the Pavilion manager, Mr. Reid, called Chloe, to confirm the arrangements. During their conversation he told her that the Mayor, and most of the City Council, were attending the first concert and that they were also expecting the Governor of Massachusetts and his wife, along with several other members of the state's government to be there. He said that other inquiries had been received from the Governor's offices in three...

Winds of ChangeChapter 26

“Santee Base and all Blades, please acknowledge with location!” “Santee Base” answered John, “and I’m studying the composite display.” “Stiletto and I’m near Hilton Head, headed back toward Charleston.” “Rapier here. I’m just north of Ocracoke Island.” “Saber here, and I’m approaching Cutlass just northeast of Nantucket.” “Cutlass is on station, waiting for Saber.” “We just wanted to give everyone an update on the approaching ships. We suspect that they’re French or possibly Spanish...

Little SisterChapter 28 Ticking Clocks

Since I was back a day early, a lot of people did not know I was back in town. What was interesting was patrolling the exceptions. They came in three flavors—in-company senior, in-company junior, not from FDC. Since I had administrator privileges, I read the email stacks of some that had not messaged me. For example, Vivian had several queries when I would be back. She replied that she understood her job, so she was good for a few days on her own. Veronica would query back, asking what they...

Destination AzaharChapter 25 The Arrival

Henry Cohen was reflecting on the changes in his life since being extracted from Earth. He abhorred violence. He didn't even watch American football, and hockey was totally out of the question. Had it not been for his intelligence and overdeveloped senses of loyalty and compassion he would not have qualified as a volunteer. His distaste for violence was noted during his placement interviews, and the AI tactfully suggested that he be offered a Civil Service posting. Henry's sophistication...

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