I was bored. Usually, when I was away helping organise an event, at least one other member of the team would be with me, often Seb, who was gayer than the Gay Gordons. But he passed muster for a male companion in the hotel, which kept predatory men at bay. I was lesbian through and through, but that never stopped men thinking I was in need of their company....
Compared to the Orient Express, the helicopter was both more boring, and a good deal faster. Emm, having momentarily finished eating Alessandra, turned to us and said: 'But Pix, I am confused. I thought that those buttplugs were suppositories, when did you have time to plant an explosive device in them?' 'Darling Emm,' I laughed, 'have you ever heard of b...
For a long time, used to having to dissemble to prevent my mother being even more dissatisfied with me than usual, I had gotten into the bad habit of evading clear answers. I liked to please, and it was easier not to be too honest. It was this which had led Annie, my on-line wife and the love of my life, to almost despair of me; it was what had almost wrec...
What did an MP's wife do? In my case a lot. Mr Baldwin, now Prime Minister, invited the new MPs and their wives to dinner at 10 Downing St. Because Archie's father was a grandee in the Party, he was given a post as parliamentary under-secretary to the undersecretary of State at the Foreign Office. When I joked that he was under a lot of men, he blushed and...
Sarah smiled at me. 'I love you Pixie! I love you as much as the day we married.' Hugging her, I reminded her that as that had only been two months earlier, it was just as well. On tippy toes, I kissed her, tasting her sweetness, loving her scent; our love buoyed me up. Much had changed since the Spring. Our marriage had brought us to share Sarah's house...
After washing my face, Sarah suggested we should go for our sauna. 'Did you not want to orgasm my little one?' I explained to her that while I loved to orgasm, I loved pleasing her even more. 'Well, my love, we shall have to work on that, because I like it when you cum for me.' That, I said, sounded like a deal. It was typical of Sarah that she should ha...
The ideas I put to Will were ones I had mediated on hard. The arrival of my new love, Jess, had not meant that my initial love, Svetlana, the woman from Rus who had arrived in the Seraglio with me and the Circassians, was out of the picture. The Sultan loved her gorgeous figure, and her personality was far more pleasing than that of her rivals. But she had...
Jess came to my couch. I had told Calliope, my patroness and mother of the Sultan, of my design, and she had offered me the inner sanctum, where no eunuch ever came. That was typical of her generosity to me. I had brought her much pleasure, and she was unselfish in allowing me to have some of my own. She had bought Jess for me at the slave market. She had...
The old weir gate was stuck, again. The old one, made of hornbeam had been much better, but had fallen to pieces two years ago; this modern thing was awful. It had swollen with the rain, and needed a good kick to make it open; fortunately, I was in the mood for kicking, so I gave it a good boot – and it opened. The trees were stark against the sky, denuded...
After last night's shenanigans in the London office of the Sinn detective agency, I was, not altogether surprisingly, somewhat hungover. Usually I get Pixie to write up the cases, but as she did not take the lead role in this case I thought the Aussie point of view might be useful. She can write up her bits as we go on, I was, I admit, exhausted, but that...