(Author's Note: Sorry for the long, extended delay in posting this one. It's been pretty busy in my life, and just haven't had the time, nor the muse, to write. I've gotten a lot of e-mails about this, so please keep in mind that I am not a professional getting paid to write. This is merely a HOBBY, something to do in my spare time. As with all of my stories...
(Author's Note: Sorry for the delay in getting this posted! It's been taking me a while lately to get back into the swing of things with writing. I didn't really know what category to put this in, so I put BDSM in just because of the Total Power Exchange between the two of them. I want to thank all of whom who have written with words of praise and support wh...
This is the thirteenth installment of Mrs. Hart's Ache Chapter IV Things are coming to a head ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's note: see the Index of Terms for the definition of any word with which you are not familiar. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches the mother of his newest...
May I thank all the people who have sent me e-mails about my stories. Sorry for not replying but my PC was attacked by a virus and I have been hospitalised. (The incidents were not related!) Hence the long delay for following chapters. Like all acts of terrorism it disrupts but never wins. Thank you to the people who read my stories and this site for making...
The next day, in Scottsdale, Dan and Barb made their way through the staging area, closely examining several of the vintage cars. The morning of the first day was always set aside for inspection; giving potential bidders a chance to look over the cars up for auction, talking to the current owners, and checking out the reserve prices. He found the cars he'd...
It was a bright, muggy August Tuesday morning in Lawrence, Kansas. Chris Jenkins was trimming a hedge at the side of a stately old house built after Quantrill's Raid; a light blue 2 story house with a full front porch, gables, ornate trim, and long, thin windows. It had an ample yard with an artistic display of flowers in front of the house, and hedges on th...
My heart skipped a beat when the boss stopped by my cubicle, and I'm sure I blushed when his eye caught mine. I was on the phone with a client, and suddenly very conscious of my end of the conversation - especially when the boss smiled and gave me a thumbs up as he listened - but also eager to get off the phone so I could find out why he had stopped by to se...
This is an evolving story of Sara's sensual investigation. Please review the first phases of the story . . ***** In bed late Friday night I thought of Cynthia's question this evening, "Oh Sara, do we have to stop?" After we making out on her sofa I drove home alone. Her kisses were all I could think of. I wanted more but we both decided to take this slowl...
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