Many thanks to my editor SoCalOvid on this series. He has given my words, that extra zing. Thank you for opening my quirky romance. If you would please read the previous chapters before this one, it will make it more understandable, and I hope very enjoyable. To all that have followed this series, thank you so much, I have been humbled by the comments and v...
Big thanks to my editor, goddess9991. Without her efforts, this would be illegible drivel. Marie and I were serving drinks at a post-wedding-rehearsal-dinner party our boss' restaurant had catered. It was a fun group, the wedding guests about a hundred-twenty strong and the crowd sticking around for the after-dinner party somewhere in the sixty or seventy r...
Mrs Reilly's Victorian-era house was considered one of the finest in Brewer: made of Kasota, the premier building stone of Minnesota, it featured colonial revival lines with an off-centre tower and Tudor arches. The attendance at the widow's afternoon tea was big, fully 30 or so ladies, all divorced or widowed Moms. And all so very well-dressed, in their w...
Author's notes: I've been wrestling with this one for some time now as this goes into kinks that I'm a bit uncomfortable with... mainly sexual relations with in-laws, daddy-doms, babygirl/brat, and pet girls. In other news, I apologize for my long absence. Real life has been one helluva kicker for me this year and the only writing I've been able to do is t...
All the characters in this story are, of course, 18 years or over. ***** It was the summer of 1956 and the sun shone on the United States. It shone on the mid-West. On Minnesota. On the town of Brewer, set among pasture and lakes, with its silos, railroad tracks, dairies and car yards, its treelined streets and spacious old two story homes. It shone on it...
Practically everyone I know says I'm a control freak. After a few years in the business world, I've learned the devil is in the details. Even the tiniest things can change the course of events in your life. Oh yeah, I admit it, I'm that guy. I'm the one that won't go shopping without a list and changes my oil exactly every four thousand miles. Each of my day...
The five women once more prepared a meal, this time a hearty stew and warm French bread. When everything was ready, the men, still wearing bathing suits, came into the forward dining area and sat down while the girls waited along one side. Once they were seated, Alison had expected them to call the girls to sit between them as they had at lunch. But James s...
Author's note: I have always wanted to write a true revenge fantasy, where a man takes forceful action against a person that's wronged him. The civilized world, of course, frowns on such action, but there is an elemental part of everyone that often likes to see scores settled in such a decisive way. I think I have found a vehicle for my little revenge fanta...
Leah delighted in seeing Dane carefully use his right hand doing his day to day activities and begrudgingly agreed to speak with both Lori and Dane during their first break the morning after Dane's indiscretion with Leah. Lori had convinced Dane into apologizing to Leah and promising that it would never happen again -- and that the three of them would never...
Randi casually asked how often I had JJ with someone other than my husband. The question popped up as we headed home from a shopping trip. It was late fall and already feeling like winter, when Randi suggested we go check out the department stores for summer clearance items. Deeply discounted swimsuits caught our attention. I had picked out a modest one-pie...