This is the third installment of Mrs. Hart's Ache, Chapter III, Interlude I: Margot Please include it under the category Novels and Novellas. For the sake of your readers, I've included an index which defines some of the more obscure terms. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches the mother of...
By 1980 Ian Abercrombie had parlayed chance, talent, hard work into a perch from which he soared. He yoked himself to the school newspaper just long enough to synthesize the three major reporting manual styles. (Chicago. Times. AP.) Quickly frustrated with school editors whose "lazy white man" allegiances outweighed merit, he eventually bluffed his way into...
"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...
As I sit across from my wife of eighteen years, I'm thinking she's as beautiful as the day I met her. After two children, she's kept her weight at just about where she was in college. Her breasts are barely larger than they were back then. We bottle fed our kids so her nipples and aureoles are just as cute and pink as they've always been, undamaged by the hu...
Dear Shoeblossom: I want to tell you about my male master, Emil. He is Austrian, and although I am, I think a heterosexual male, not really bisexual, or maybe a bit now... But Emil is a find! Just this morning I was being tutored in how to edge without cumming. When I got close, kneeling in front of Emil, he reached down and tweaked the mousetrap on my ri...
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...
You may recall Margot from a previous story ("An Incredible Night at the Gym"). In case you haven't read the story, here's a brief synopsis. I met Margot at a party. We had no sooner met when she mocked me, insulted me, said I looked wimpy and out of shape. Margot is a striking woman so she already had me at a disadvantage. I wrestled in high school. I work...
Based on things we really did, but this part is mainly fiction. You can have more fun in the mind if there are no real consequences. Later that day . . . Margot came back a little woozy from her massage and just lay down on the chaise. Pat got her a drink and pulled his chair up next to hers. I pulled up next to Sean. We all talked and sipped our dr...
A civilized ratio – ten days of work, followed by twenty of vacation. This was Jim's second vacation day. His time at the University of Oslo had been very well spent – lots of interactions and some actual research. Particularly nice was the campus's landscaping specialty: at noon on day one, when he and his "Stay at my house!" host left the man's lab to wa...
Arnie's Fantasy fulfilled by ad Reader Ashley discovers she loves being a slut Warning! This story is about a nice guy who willingly makes his hot wife a slut. He's a good guy, but botches his duty in the 'Real Man Don't Share' department. Avoid this story if it's not your flavor. I hope the remaining readers find an enjoyable story to comment on. Feedbac...