Chapter 2 Monday PM After a curious Monday morning Helen was ready to go at 12.30 when Greg called her from her desk. He held the door for her and she was conscious of his admiring her legs as she clicked out on to the pavement on her sky high stiletto heeled shoes. They walked side by side for a while down some busy streets and then took to some back ways...
Masters is the name. Cindy Masters. I'm a detective. I get $50 a day and expenses, $75 if I can get it. I was sitting in my office trying to figure out how to get lipstick stains out of a silk tie, or preferably onto one, when I heard the clickity-clack of high heels coming down the hallway toward my door. I looked up to see a silhouette through the frosted...
Part I -- He has business on the other side of the world Rolls Royce London It was a typical day in London. It drizzled that morning clearing the air if only for a little while. Drake Hampstead appeared at the office directly before 9:00 AM. He was never late. He took his job at the Rolls Royce office very seriously. There was a definite pecking order wi...
The average adult male thinks about sex thirty-two times in the space of a minute. Thirty-two separate engagements of separate thoughts, thirty-two distinct declarations of "I wish . . .", "I'd like to . . ." and the very frequent stream-of-consciousness interruption of a simple "Damn!" Long, low mental whistles and cerebral catcalls that never make it past...
With his niece infected, Michael Lane had no choice but to call for help from his major competitor in the market Huebort. They have contacted their top expert and hunter from the east, Oliver Rosendale, a fifty-two-year-old legend in his field. Oliver stood in Michael's office as if he owned it, his knowing smirk was already grating on his nerves, and Michae...
ONE The Plumrose Dossier I became familiar with the Plumrose Dossier one cool February morning when it was read to me in the private rooms of Madam Harding at the Clinic. I'd arrived that morning for my weekly 'therapy' and had only enough time to hang up my outer clothes in the Sissies' cloakroom and don my Eva Gabor wig before a facilitator poked her he...
My interest in bra's began when I was nineteen, getting ready to go to bed and washing up. Mom just left the shower and I saw her white bra hanging out of the red wicker hamper and I picked it up. I don't know why her white silky and lacey bra turned me on but it did and that bra found its way into the back pocket of my jeans and the bulge covered by a flann...
Hi to all you kinky readers out there. I have been transported into a fantasy world, which resembles the office, in which I work. The women, that I fantasise about every working day, are about to reek humiliation on me for my past behaviour. Tied to a chair naked in a small box room, is not a comfortable way of spending your time over the early part of a col...
The final humiliation by Auntie Jean Drummond Lloyd was reaching its very kinky conclusion. I was looking really cute in Karen Lloyd's pink pyjamas. I could smell Karen's perfume and bodily juices on them. Karen had even left her shit stains in the ass part. I was now paraded in Auntie Jean's bedroom. Kimberley Holmes, laughed at my blushing face. Her black,...
Mummy Belinda Beynon was now in complete control, as she pushed my pram down the road. I snuggled against my satin sheets and was very content. Mummy Belinda removed my dummy every five minutes, wetting it with her saliva, before putting it back into my mouth. Staring up into Mummy Belinda's pretty face, was a dream come true. She would tease me, by blowing...