If one word were used to describe Margot Smith it would be…amazing. She was the most well rounded individual in the high school, being a good athlete, a talented artist and musician, and she still retained a 4.0 GPA on a 4.0 scale. Margot was the picture of popularity, but she never showed it. She was just as at ease playing football with the jocks after a b...
It had been on Margot's bucket list to visit every national park in the United States. So far, she had put a substantial dent in the list. Last year, she had visited Yellowstone and hit several other parks on the trip there and back. This year she left her home in Austin, TX, on a two-week adventure. She would head north through Oklahoma, Colorado, and Nebra...
Waking up slowly on a weekend morning was one of Margot's favourite pastimes. Of course, it always helped having someone in the bed beside her with whom to share the moment, but she wasn't going to let that slight inconvenience spoil her fun. As she felt the warm sun spreading across her sheets, she yawned and stretched, lazily, cat-like. She procrastinated...
A cool breeze drifts through the window of their hotel room. Matt sits waiting for the love of his life to emerge from the shower. He jokes with Margot about using all the hot water for the entire island. He enjoys the thought of his wife's showers however, imagining her curvaceous body covered in soap and bubbles. Margot often sings softly to herself whilst...
This is the sixteenth installment of Mrs. Hart's Ache Chapter VII Gathering the Troops ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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 girlfr...
Gino's was open for lunch, but I was the early bird. Becky, she's the night owl, with big round eyes and always a half-hour late. A half-hour late for lunch, a half-hour late to the dentist, a half- hour late for church. She scared us when she was late for her period last month, but we sighed and kissed and told ourselves, even so, would it be such a bad th...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. This is just a flash story. Not to be taken too seriously. ***** Margot Murphy walked the nine blocks from Northside High School, to the small home she and her mother and step-father were renting. The eighteen year old felt the springtime pollen attacki...
The beeping of the car alarm startled her from the delicious fantasy. Margot found her hands moist. She wiped her hands on the thin material of her slacks to dry them. The sensation warmed her thighs, reminding her how moist she had become. She slowly raised her hands toward her hips. Her inner thighs had heightened sensitivity to her own touch. She wiggled...
Sitting in the steaming claw foot tub the scent of roses filled her senses as she poured a few drops of oil into the water. She lifted her dainty foot, curled crimson painted toes round the handle and slowed the steady stream to a trickle. Margot lay back resting the nape of her neck against the smooth ridge allowing her lustrous brown locks to hang down the...
Amanda meantime had got herself a flat so that her constant absences from home would no longer need explaining. One evening she and Paul met at the hotel bar where everything had started. Things were pretty quiet and in the big open area they saw a couple form Paul's building. They had recently moved in and were attractive, apparently childless, and in their...