A wealthy, successful, beautiful woman faces her midlife crisis. Seeking a better future, she embarks on a quest of finding that elusive goal, happiness. Her journey takes her to the country's heartland where she encounters new challenges, friends, and discoveries, along with intrigue, murder, and romance. A boarding house and unconventional relationships figure prominently as tantalizing, twisted, salacious scenarios unfold.
All characters are fictitious, a product of the writer's vivid imagination. This story contains adult content intended for the mature reader. Any resemblance to people or entities in the real world is a coincidence. A list of my other tales and their descriptions follows at the end.
Excerpts:
Today is my 39th birthday, the first day of the last good year of my life, my midlife crisis. I'm single, divorced, no kids. I'm like Cleopatra looking for her Antony, only it's the twenty-first century and I'm way, way better looking. The men who run in my circles are wealthy and successful, but also controlling, arrogant, and egocentric. They either want a trophy-girlfriend or to get into my pants, usually both.- - -
I've come up with a plan. Inspired by the story The Prince and the Pauper... Detesting social media, I have been meeting only a select group of potential mates, men who can get access to me because of my work, and those who can find my mansion and get past my burly security guards. If the elusive Mister Right can't get into my world, I'll take my world to him. It's time to forsake the days indulging myself in the health spas and get back out into the real world.- - -
Kansas City, wow I really did it. I'm driving an old pick-up truck and dressed in clothes that are someone else's cast-offs. Should I get a job first or find a place to live and then a job? A now hiring sign, it must be an omen. Fremont Fabrics, it's a manufacturing plant, clothing materials, garments, uniforms, handbags, and custom draperies. They're looking for production line employees. I could fit in there.- - -
"I forgot to tell you about the boarding house first of the month party. We call it wine down day. Everyone who pays their rent on time gets to party at Max's place. He provides unlimited wine and a choice of burgers or dogs. We just hang out. It will be a chance for you to meet the others."- - -
When I arrived home I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. I still had it, those Goddess qualities, beauty, grace and elegance. I donned one of Cayla's custom-designed evening gowns, no underwear. It was sleek and black, totally open on the sides except for two small gold-plated hooks, revealing my extremely appealing bare flesh from my ankles to my neck, not one ounce of cellulite anywhere. It was my beauty that struck me. If only I were a guy, I could make love to me all night long. Good grief, I'm more egocentric than the men I complained about.
I was open to exploring and experimenting with my body, more so with others' bodies, in a free and open way. The question was with whom. Getting sexually and/or romantically involved with my new roommate would be ill-advised. - - -
Let's savor the moment, take our time. Sexual intimacy is our birthright. I'm going to introduce you to new joys of the erotic and show you how to expand mere moments of sexual ecstasy into hours of sexual bliss. - - -
I want to keep you here in this unlocked cell, to know you'll be here voluntarily awaiting my return at the end of the day, having nothing to do all day but think of me, thinking of creative ways to please me, wondering when and if I'll be back.
