My name is James Jacob Slay. Friends call me J.J. I kind of like the nickname, so I don't bug them when they use it with me. What's today's topic of discussion? Simply me, myself and I. I have certain rather intimate confessions to make. In my former life, I was a bit of a snob. I was the editor of the world's most popular and well-read fashion magazine. I h...
"No, Darling, you must show your tits," came the cry from a very effeminate Pierre, the designer of a new range of clothes for the European summer collection. I rearranged my 'tits' in the soft multi-colored synthetic dress so that the audience could see my bobbing breasts as I walk down the ramp in the European Fashion Show in Paris, France. This year Pie...
I was the menswear buyer in a department store on the east coast of England and, at 25 years old, one of the youngest in such a position in the entire country. More a case of being in the right place at the right time than any inherent genius I like to think, but, what the heck, I took advantage of all the opportunities it presented to steal a march on all m...
Set in England * * * CHAPTER 1 The opening episode of the new BBC light drama called 'Department Store London' (DSL) ran for two hours and the advance publicity had been intense because some git in British Broadcasting reputedly with a first-class nose for picking 'winners' had read the script, knew the director intimately (more intimately than the direct...
My Dear Dolly I must recount the lengths that some young girls of today will strive (or more accurately t what lengths their mothers pressure them to strive) to attain what they consider is the height of fashion. As you know I am no aesthete and I always aspire to be tidily dressed, but I scarce believe what some of these girls wear in the name of 'beau fa...
OK, I know I said I was done with this world. I said that Frenemies was the final story. But then I wrote Moving On: Tia and Bo. I really had planned on ending it there but there is so many people left in this world. My overactive imagination won't let me rest. So, here we go again. Not sure what will happen next but, here is the beginning of Christiana Dark...
I started to dip my finger inside the neckline of your dress, running the back of it across the top of your breasts, watching every bit of your ecstasy reflected across your features. I nestled my finger between your cleavage, pushing deeper between them, rubbing the inside slopes, then pulling back up, returning to trailing across their tops. Your breath wa...
... another titillacious tale as told by esteamed author Sir Stikkimus Soxx, Esquire... (Oh and do feel free to imagine Rupert Everett's voice whilst reading. Or not.) * * * * * Our setting today, an office. Not too hot, not too cold, but just and resoundingly right for our soon to be steamy little romp (and yes, yes, yes with all of the usual things one...
Finally, the house next door sold. It had been on the market and empty for well over a year, and the Templetons, Arlo and Victoria, had worried about what might become of it. Continuing to sit empty, it must certainly be affecting property values in their up-scale neighbourhood. What if it were purchased on spec, by some off-shore corporation or investor, wi...
I have been looking forward to tonight, I will be modeling one of my friend Mike's outfits at the annual fashion show. He is a fashion design student at the university I attend. I met him a couple weeks ago under some interesting circumstances. I needed a job, signed up to do some modeling for an art class without realizing I would have to be nude. Things en...