Monthly Archives: October 2015


It had been a long day, and Tom wearily made his way upstairs to bed. He closed the curtains, looking up briefly at the bright, full moon, before throwing off his clothes and crawling into bed. He turned off the light, and turned onto his side, wrapping his duvet around him, and drifted of to sleep.

He was vaguely aware of a lightning flash, and the rumble of thunder. Then he felt himself feeling aroused. He was a little annoyed, as he was tired and desperately wanted to sleep, but he found himself with a growing erection. No matter how much he thought of frying bacon, or any of the unsexiest things he could conjure in his mind, he just could not shake this incoming feeling.

And then he felt the bed move; he froze for a moment. He could smell the faint aroma of a sweet perfume. He moved on hand out in exploration, and felt the cool, soft skin of another body. The body moved closer, and he realised that their back was against his chest. His arm was taken, guided, and placed gently on a soft, pliable, and full breast of a woman. He tried to lean up a little, and the woman’s hand found his head, pulling it towards her lips as she moved her head around to meet him. Her lips were soft and cool, and he felt himself drawn in deeper as they kissed, his tiredness temporarily abated. She gently introduced her tongue to his moth, first licking his lips slowly around, before moving in slowly. He mimicked her, tasting her still cool lips, before his tongue ventured inside. Their lips seemed to lock together, as their tongues sensually explored each other. Continue reading


The Training Room, Revisited

Arthur unlocked and opened the door.

“Ladies, would you help Steve into the room.”

“Yes, sir,” they replied in unison.

Steve let out a laugh, muffled by the bag.

The stocks were open, awaiting their next captor. Arthur indicated them, and the girls nodded, understanding what was required. They led Steve just behind the stocks, asked him to kneel and bend forward. The two of them gently laid his head in place, and then his wrists, and stood to the sides of the stocks. Arthur closed the stocks, and locked them into place. Eleanor swallowed; she knew what it was like to be in Arthur’s stock. Continue reading

Come Into My Parlour, said…

In the taxi, Eleanor sat next to Arthur, snuggling in. Chrissie was beside her, and Steve on the fold down seat opposite. He kept looking at Arthur and Eleanor, a puzzled expression on his face. Eleanor looked around at Chrissie; she was biting her lip, her hands fidgeting, looking out of the rain spattered window. Steve shifted a little uncomfortably.

“So, you guys seem to be getting along better than expected,” he said.

Arthur regarded him, Chrissie looked between the three of them.

“Why would you think we wouldn’t?” Arthur asked.

“Well, Arthur,” Steve began, obviously a little unsure. “You’re not the kind of guy I would imagine gets on well with…”

Steve paused, trying to think of a word that wasn’t inappropriate. Arthur watched him for a moment.

“Ladies?” he suggested.

“Yes. Ladies.”

“Then why do you insist on taking me on blind dates, if you don’t think I’ll get along with them?” Continue reading

A Stormy Night

Steve sat on the end of the seat next to Chrissie, who leaned against him, linking his arm; Eleanor felt obliged to shuffle around to allow him to sit.

Eleanor glared at Chrissie, who winked and smiled back; Eleanor just felt angry.

“So, Arthur. That’s a bit of an old-fashioned name, isn’t it?” Chrissie tilted her head, a sly grin on her face.

“My parents were Gilbert and Sullivan fans, so I was named after Sir Arthur Seymour Sullivan.”

“Seymour is your middle name?”

Chrissie grinned and nodded at Eleanor, who just thought she was going over the top, making her even angrier. She didn’t want to be a part of their games.

“As I said, Arthur is an expert on anything Victorian,” Steve said. “You should see his place. It’s like walking into another century.”

“Really?” Chrissie said, nodding. “So you’ve been around there?”

“Yes. A few of us were stranded after a few drinks one night, and Arthur invited us to stay.”

Eleanor was silently seething.

“So, did you get up to anything interesting there?” Chrissie asked, her head tilted. Continue reading

A Blind Date

Tuesday lunchtime, and Eleanor decided to visit one of her usual haunts for comfort food. As she arrived, she noticed Chrissie there, with a man in tow.

“Hey, Hun. Fancy meeting you here!”

Chrissie beamed, giving Eleanor an unwelcome hug.

“Fancy,” Eleanor replied; Chrissie knew this was one of her favourite spots.

“This is Steve,” Chrissie said, as her companion stepped forward; a tall, blonde muscular man. “He’s in insurance.”

He thrust his hand forward.

“Pleased to meet you,” he said, brightly.

Eleanor politely shook it.

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” he added.

“Really,” she said, deadpan.

“Sure. Chrissie doesn’t seem to shut up about you.”

Eleanor wondered what titbits Chrissie had chosen to pass on.

“Hey, why don’t we all go out together?” Chrissie suggested. Continue reading

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So much for a lie in…

Eleanor awoke on Saturday morning to her doorbell ringing. She checked the time; almost ten. She rolled out of bed, donned a robe, and made her way to the front door. She opened the door: it was Chrissie.

“Are you alright, hun?” she asked, walking in before Eleanor could close the door.

Eleanor just turned her back on her and went into her kitchen; she wasn’t facing this without a coffee in her hand. Chrissie followed her through.

“I’ve been trying to call you, but your phone’s switched off.”

Eleanor just shrugged as she put the kettle on. Chrissie touched her arm, but Eleanor pulled away.


“I don’t want to talk about it,” Eleanor snapped, cutting Chrissie off.

Chrissie stepped back and watched as Eleanor finished preparing her coffee. Once she’d finished, Eleanor took her drink through to her lounge, and sat. She glared at Chrissie as she came through and sat beside her.


Chrissie stopped as Eleanor gave her a black look. Eleanor turned back to drink her coffee, and Chrissie sighed.

“He misses you.” Continue reading

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