This is the fourth installment of Mrs. Hart's Ache", Chapter III, Interlude I: Margot (cont.) 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 t...
Ixchel woke up every morning to the honey, honey smell of flowers in every damn corner of the house. She used to like it. She used to like that brought flowers so often and that called her so often. She used to like the way that looked at her. There was joy behind every single glance that Margot and she exchanged. Ixchel shined and sparkled for Margot. All s...
My name is Sam and I am a father of two boys, Chris (7) and Shane (9). Strangely enough, my wife, Deborah, isn't particularly relevant to this story. Her name was Margot, a mother of three, two boys (7 and 9) and one girl (3). She had recently moved in, down the street from us. I didn't know much about her, except for the fact that she looked smoking hot i...
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...
The Palais de l'Industrie glimmered in the Paris sun with a persistent, pompous modernity. A crowd of people milled about the entrance to this temple of industry, wearing their Sunday best, eating nuts and ice creams, and chatting with each other about the exhibits they had seen inside. Margot walked through the crowd, a note clutched tightly in her hand, sc...
There was a knock at the door. Margot peered up from behind her half rim reading glasses to discern who was interrupting her thoughts. Standing at the door was Lizette, Brad Jones' assistant, waiting for permission to enter. Margot waved her in. Lizette approached, a handful of reports and folders in hand and set them in the in-box on the corner of Margot's...
This is part seven 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 has fallen madly in love with Jay, and has embarked on her sexual awakening as his submissive. After a mildly eventful road trip, the couple settles into their hotel in Ljub...
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...
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...