*Author's Note: I received a very warm email quite some time ago from a reader who said she loves reading my May-December romance stories primarily because she's an 'older' woman who married a much-younger man. After contacting her and discussing it, she gave me permission to provide their ages and how they met as well as some other basic personal informatio...
"Mr. Jacobs? I was wondering if I might have a moment of your time, sir." "For you, Kristen? Anytime. Please come in and have a seat. Can I get you anything?" "No thank you, sir. I...just wanted to share a concern I have with you. It won't take long. I promise." "Kristen, there's no need to hurry. We're family here. Take whatever time you need." "Thank y...
Jacksonville, Florida. October, 2019. "Aiden? You ready to go?" "Hold on, Mom! I just gotta grab my glove." "We're going to the base hospital, honey, not a ball field." She knew there was no reason to say that. Her eight-year old son never went anywhere without his baseball glove, so it didn't really matter where they were going. The glove was coming alo...
Wife’s Mom, Part 4, by Luvold MONDAY NIGHT That night, Marge said, "I will give you a massage. Take off your clothes and lie face down on the bed.” After I stretched out, Marge straddled my waist and massaged my neck, shoulders and lower back. It became sensuous, as Marge slid down and massaged my hips, buttocks, thighs, legs and feet. “Ok, now turn ove...
This is the sixth part of the Mrs. Wentworth series and comes right after "Mrs. Wentworth and a Useful Lesson." You can find the other parts by clicking on my name. I'm enjoying writing this and a lot of the responses I get from people. I do reply to all feedbacks that have a reply in them and I read all comments. A lot of people have been very helpful in he...
Here I was once again sequestered in my room, not allowed the association of humanity and of all times, on a beautiful late nineteen fifties New England summer evening. All agony was because that brat of a sister of mine set me up again, who had just turned sixteen and that I was eighteen. But unfortunately for me she was mom and dad's little sweetie where...
The author gratefully acknowledges the editorial assistance LadyCibelle and WhiteWave48. Executive Privilege 1 – The Arrangement The lounge at the posh Creekside Hotel was spacious and offered several secluded alcove tables. Ann Darcy had reserved one of these on the mid level that gave her a view of the entrance from the privacy created by a tall curved...
It was a very old tradition, dating back to the days of the Syrisian Empire. Sammel heaved his rucksack over his shoulder and plodded to Max's house. Max was not his best friend's given name, for he was a dwarf. His real name was Grimaeks. The two had known each other most of both of their lives. True, dwarves were long-lived folk, and Max had been almost ei...
The sun set and it was closing time at the Seville Hills, MO pool. The announcement was made, and the swimmers began to file back into the swim house. The girls went as fast as their dared, the asscheeks switching for the boys' benefit, their admirers silent and motionless in admiration. They went into the bath house: the teenage boys went back to their cars...
If I had known how the summer was going to unfold, would I have done things differently? Regret is a wasted emotion. Wondering if you should regret something is even less profitable. We do what we think is best with what we know at the time. It often turns out wrong, even if it is for the right reasons. I cling to that, believing it is far better than turnin...