CHAPTER 1 We were twin brothers but far from identical. I am Derek. The older he got, the more Clive resembled the photos of Dad, and the young photos of Grandad D (Dad's dad), chunky and square. It was a shame Dad was not around to see it, but Grandma D (Dad's mum) was and doted on him, though she was always kind to me. I was more slender and oval faced a...
My name is Nadine. I am a gal from Ireland. I am fifty years old. A long time ago, I was a sexual dynamo. A six-foot, plump, thick-bodied woman with long black hair and pale blue eyes. Oh, and I had a real nice behind too. Nice, round and bubbly. As with many people, I got older, though. A lot of people think that when you reach a certain age, you should pla...
Adrienne Adrienne pulled into the driveway of the rent house, and got out of the car. She had only two more weeks of leave left, and she wasn't sure she'd be finished with the work on the house by the time she had get back into the daily grind. Still, taking the month off to finalize the divorce and get moved had been a good idea. She had been so busy with...
(c) 2015 - All rights reserved - Mimaster ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Ann sat dutifully at the table centered in the small break room, her heart consumed with joy. She was filling out a myriad of paperwork laid out before her. The table was actually too big for its surroundings, giving the room a very cramped feeling. Or as she preferred to look at it; cozy. But she und...
To those of you who commented about the length of my story. I am new to this, and I apologize for the epic that it was. I just started writing what was in my head and got carried away. I have gone through and removed a lot that I thought was irrelevant. I was actually trying to make it longer, because I thought it wouldn't be long enough. I wanted readers t...
Part 4 -- Life with Grandpa The plane touched down uneventfully and being a domestic flight there was no customs inspection. I wheeled my luggage tote through the arrivals area seeking a taxi stand which I found in short order. My grandparents lived in the more rural part of the state and had been farmers. They sold off most of their land as their children...
Rather than break it into parts this is the longest story I've ever written . This is a Hot Wife/Loving Wife story. It contains some brief references to man on man sex just to set the scenes. I dedicate the story to the guy that lives in his Mom's basement, signs his comment anonymous, calls my work crap, and gives my rating a "1". None of these people are...
This is the third and final chapter of this story. You may want to read the previous chapters before reading this one. Thank you to my editors LadyCibelle and Techsan for their editing. * My life has done a complete turn around. Our farm business has been growing. My grandfather and I have thought of expanding. He told me that I was doing such a good job t...
Byron's hackles were up - he had never in his life seen an elder so rudely treated by her family. Sunday noon in San Diego, at a large, inexpensive "soup-salad-bread" restaurant, he was sitting alone in one of the big horseshoe-shaped booths, dressed in shorts, running shoes, and the tee-shirt from the morning's 10k race. His flight back to the east coast...
This story is set in the future of the rest of the Montauk stories and is pretty much complete unto itself. You may find some context if you read "An Unseelie Court" first. It will lend an understanding to a crucial scene towards the end of the story. A quick recap of "An Unseelie Court": Mab, the Mistress of Dreams from myth was abducting children to ser...