Chapter One
Gwenevere leaned against the frame of the gothic window. She gazed at the calm lake and the acres of open land beyond the water. The peaceful landscape with vibrant green trees and grass instilled a sense of serenity within Gwen, which was exactly what she needed to reflect on her journey before she headed home to the States.
The buzz of her phone on the nightstand called to her. She rushed past the round table at the side of the window and towards the small dresser near the four-poster bed. When she reached for her cell, she noticed her daughter’s name on the screen. Gwen smiled instantly.
“Hello, sweetheart,” Gwen said, holding the phone to her ear.
“Hi, Mom. Are you settled in Ireland yet?” Kristy, the youngest of her two daughters, asked.
Gwen sat on the mattress. “Yes. I arrived late yesterday.”
“Did you have a good flight?”
“It was okay. A little bumpy this time. Rain was pouring down when the plane landed.”
Kristy chuckled. “Well, you are in Ireland. I hear it rains a lot.”
“It stopped last night and the sun is out today. The forecast calls for a couple dry days.”
“That’s good. Are you going to explore the castle grounds?”
“I plan on it.”
“Be sure to take photos. Krystal and I want to see how big and beautiful Dromoland is.”
“Don’t worry, I will. How are you and your sister doing?”
“We’re fine. Nothing new to report here. You know, same ol’ routines—school and work.”
“Yeah, I understand,” Gwen said with a sigh.
Gwen would have to return to her monotonous lifestyle upon her return home and the mere thought made her feel glum. She hankered for a change and she knew why. She’d met wonderful men on her European vacation and shared incredible sexual adventures with them. As a result, she craved the touch of a man more than ever now. She enjoyed sex and wanted more. Hell, she might’ve even considered a long-term relationship with a male partner if she could find the right one. But that would be the difficult part. She was a forty-four-year-old woman who enjoyed her independence. What man would find someone like her worthy of companionship?
“Are you looking forward to coming home?” Kristy asked.
“Yes and no. I miss you and your sister, but I’ve had an incredible vacation.” ‘Unbelievable’ and ‘astounding’ better described her travels. Every man she’d met had been respectable, kind and overwhelmingly passionate. She missed each one dearly.
“Maybe the three of us can go on a trip during the college break,” Kristy said. “We could take a cruise or visit Las Vegas.”
“Vegas?”
“Yeah, you know the saying, ‘What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas’. You could hook up with a male escort while Krystal and I hang out at a casino.”
Gwen laughed. “You want me to have sex with an escort?” She couldn’t stop laughing.
“Well, Mom, I’m sure you could use some one-on-one time with a man, if you know what I mean.”
Gwen enjoyed her daughter’s humour. She considered briefly sharing how she’d met a couple of men during her vacation and had one-on-one time with them. But if she did, they’d question her and she’d divulge details likely to leave an unfavourable image. Her daughters really didn’t need to know their mother had sex on a plane, at the Louvre, at the Eiffel Tower, on a yacht and beach with two young men, in the Opera House or with a man who worked in a fetish club. Without a doubt, she’d be better off keeping her lips sealed.
“I appreciate your concern and I’ll think about it.” Gwen rose from the bed.
“I think we’d have a lot of fun,” Kristy said.
“I’m sure we would, dear. Tell your sister I said hello. I’m going to find something to eat.”
“Love you, Mom. Call one of us before you board the plane for home.”
“Will do. Take care.”
“Bye.”
Gwen strolled to the oblong mirror standing in the corner. Still grinning from her daughter’s
Gwenevere leaned against the frame of the gothic window. She gazed at the calm lake and the acres of open land beyond the water. The peaceful landscape with vibrant green trees and grass instilled a sense of serenity within Gwen, which was exactly what she needed to reflect on her journey before she headed home to the States.
The buzz of her phone on the nightstand called to her. She rushed past the round table at the side of the window and towards the small dresser near the four-poster bed. When she reached for her cell, she noticed her daughter’s name on the screen. Gwen smiled instantly.
“Hello, sweetheart,” Gwen said, holding the phone to her ear.
“Hi, Mom. Are you settled in Ireland yet?” Kristy, the youngest of her two daughters, asked.
Gwen sat on the mattress. “Yes. I arrived late yesterday.”
“Did you have a good flight?”
“It was okay. A little bumpy this time. Rain was pouring down when the plane landed.”
Kristy chuckled. “Well, you are in Ireland. I hear it rains a lot.”
“It stopped last night and the sun is out today. The forecast calls for a couple dry days.”
“That’s good. Are you going to explore the castle grounds?”
“I plan on it.”
“Be sure to take photos. Krystal and I want to see how big and beautiful Dromoland is.”
“Don’t worry, I will. How are you and your sister doing?”
“We’re fine. Nothing new to report here. You know, same ol’ routines—school and work.”
“Yeah, I understand,” Gwen said with a sigh.
Gwen would have to return to her monotonous lifestyle upon her return home and the mere thought made her feel glum. She hankered for a change and she knew why. She’d met wonderful men on her European vacation and shared incredible sexual adventures with them. As a result, she craved the touch of a man more than ever now. She enjoyed sex and wanted more. Hell, she might’ve even considered a long-term relationship with a male partner if she could find the right one. But that would be the difficult part. She was a forty-four-year-old woman who enjoyed her independence. What man would find someone like her worthy of companionship?
“Are you looking forward to coming home?” Kristy asked.
“Yes and no. I miss you and your sister, but I’ve had an incredible vacation.” ‘Unbelievable’ and ‘astounding’ better described her travels. Every man she’d met had been respectable, kind and overwhelmingly passionate. She missed each one dearly.
“Maybe the three of us can go on a trip during the college break,” Kristy said. “We could take a cruise or visit Las Vegas.”
“Vegas?”
“Yeah, you know the saying, ‘What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas’. You could hook up with a male escort while Krystal and I hang out at a casino.”
Gwen laughed. “You want me to have sex with an escort?” She couldn’t stop laughing.
“Well, Mom, I’m sure you could use some one-on-one time with a man, if you know what I mean.”
Gwen enjoyed her daughter’s humour. She considered briefly sharing how she’d met a couple of men during her vacation and had one-on-one time with them. But if she did, they’d question her and she’d divulge details likely to leave an unfavourable image. Her daughters really didn’t need to know their mother had sex on a plane, at the Louvre, at the Eiffel Tower, on a yacht and beach with two young men, in the Opera House or with a man who worked in a fetish club. Without a doubt, she’d be better off keeping her lips sealed.
“I appreciate your concern and I’ll think about it.” Gwen rose from the bed.
“I think we’d have a lot of fun,” Kristy said.
“I’m sure we would, dear. Tell your sister I said hello. I’m going to find something to eat.”
“Love you, Mom. Call one of us before you board the plane for home.”
“Will do. Take care.”
“Bye.”
Gwen strolled to the oblong mirror standing in the corner. Still grinning from her daughter’s
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