Author's note. Last week's story "What happens in Vegas" got me a lot of comments about how there should have been more revenge taken for the incident. While I really think that what he did was enough. I decided to pump up the revenge just a tad this week for all of you violence and planned revenge junkies. I think there's enough of a happy ending here for e...
On the last week of March, 2004, while vacationing in Paris, I had by chance spent most of a rainy afternoon in my late aunt's attic. I was there to help in settling her estate and while perusing a series of bound letters found in a musty trunk, I came across . . . well read on and see for yourself. P. Fogg ~ A Memoir ~ As I read this document I came to...
CHAPTER ONE "Daddy, Daddy!" Danny -- Danielle to my mother and the people in the Registry of Births office, but Danny to everybody else -- yelled as she leaped off the last step of the bus and tore across the lawn, home from another day of kindergarten. Molly Benton, also five, had jumped off at almost the same time, nearly knocking Danny to the ground as...
© 2019, All rights reserved - mimaster ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Betsy stood next to her station wagon, parked in its familiar space on the concrete pad of the two-car carport attached to the side of their new home. Her heart raced; her mind filled with thoughts of how the weekend was going to go. She had it all mapped out in her head; the only thing missing being Dar...
Everyone thinks I'm a human version of a bulldog. I'm pretty direct and when I latch on to something, they compare it to a bulldog's fangs around a throat. I don't let go and I don't give up. I follow every action to its logical end. Many think I'm the luckiest son of a bitch in the world when all I really am is prepared. In everything I do, I make sure I'm...
After A Hot August Night. Why the Professor is not a cuckold. (This story is presented in two parts. The first part introduced the main adult characters and their activities while naked on a hot August night. This is the second part, where some interested parties engage a professor and get an informal class; it is intended to answer the questions raised in...
Chapter 16: 24-hours With Li - The Mansion Posted: Wed Apr 22 07:25:15 2020 Chinese Flower Blooms For Me Wednesday May 28, 2 PM to Dinner As we planned, I picked Li up at her house at 2 in the afternoon to start our 24-hour date. By 2:45 she was naked, stretched out tight on the tension table, screaming with orgasmic delight. I was on my knees behind her...
I'd also like to give a huge thanks to rnebular for once again taking the time to edit and give suggestions to improve this story. The more editing he does, the more I notice the difference in Canadian versus American colloquialisms. Since majority of the readers seem to be American, I go with rnebular's correction of my Canadianisms along with his other gre...
There was no doubt: she was crying. It triggered a reflex in him to reach out and comfort her. Except – he didn't. Why should he? She wasn't the one hurt, was she? He was. So why should she be the one crying? And yet, she was. Clear liquid trembled on the lower rims of her beautiful eyes – reflecting the candlelight. For a moment it clung to her painted l...
Prologue I am ninety-nine years old and tomorrow is my birthday, so I will be a hundred years old in the morning. The big ten-0! I have all my faculties and even my own teeth! What I don't have is all the dear ones I have known in my life. My daughter Polly is now gone and her daughter Jenny too. As for her daughter, my great granddaughter Polly, she is...