"Troubles when they come, come not single spies, but in battalions." Chapter 1. Storm. Margot sat staring sightlessly before the large picture window in the lounge. Big black clouds were rolling in from the sea. The atmosphere was oppressive and the town waited for the storm to break to bring relief to the sweltering populace. Lightening ripped the air w...
Margot and I had spent the afternoon by the pool drinking more than our share of margaritas and we feeling pretty good. We hurried back to the apartment I share with my fiancé, Mark to get ready around four. I had previously set up Margot with a guy named Tom who worked with me. They had gone out a couple of times and Margot told me she liked him. The four o...
Over the past several weeks, Kim's libido had been raging. While she often went "shopping" she had actually bought very little. The sexy, blue-eyed blonde with the dazzling smile had received her share of gifts from admirers. All of them had kept her sexuality at a peak she had not known since high school. Keith complained -- he actually had complained last...
Six feet tall, blonde-haired, green-eyed, curvy and attractive, Dr. Margot Robertson cut an imposing figure, although her stylish pantsuit softened up her image a little bit. Born in the City of Biloxi, Mississippi, and educated at the University of Mississippi, Dr. Margot Robertson moved to the City of Boston, Massachusetts, ten years ago. These days, she h...
Author's note: This is the 4th instalment in the 'Narrative' series. Each piece is based on a real incident (although names have been changed), and each is limited to 5,000 words or less. Full disclosure: this is actually based on two separate events that took place a few weeks apart. They've been woven together for the sake of a better story. (And thanks to...
She had an itch. I am sitting in the office of the antique and art boutique that I own with my girlfriend Margot. It's just after closing time, memories of the past are on my mind also regrets. Regrets for causing pain to a very good man and to a lesser extent to myself. The scene from three years ago is burned in my memory forever. I can still see Frank c...
Margot Bisset had finally wrangled, coaxed, and cajoled her way into the upper echelons of ballerinas at the Dancing Company of Saint Celeste. It had not been talent alone that had finally secured her place among the leads of the company (the mere thought was ludicrous!): it had been sweat. She had put in her time, hour after hour, into practicing, perfectin...
This is part three of our story. While it can be enjoyed individually, reading previous chapters may help you to get to know Margot and Jay better. We join our story in progress - Margot, a beautiful Hungarian lady, has fallen madly in love with Jay, and has begun her journey as his submissive and mentee. After their first session of lovemaking, they enjoyed...
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Over the rest of the summer, Philip's thoughts were constantly in Toronto, and Margot was doing everything she could to build up the anticipation. First she texted him a photo that looked professionally taken, a boudoir shot of her and Emily in frilly lingerie, sitting on a bed making come-hither eyes at the camera. When he texted back the simple word "beau...