Max sat slowly drinking the remainder of his espresso. His wife had returned to the hotel, to bath and bed their little one, and Max had stayed behind to pay the bill, and also gain a few minutes of peace.
They’d arranged this trip to Paris to try and sort things out. But only a couple of days in, and they just weren’t seeing eye-to-eye.
He drained the last of his coffee, and signalled the waitress; a lovely looking girl. Her olive complexion, the way her hair rolled over her shoulders, the way her blouse was shaped to fit and emphasize both her waist, and her breasts, and those pin-striped trousers that showed off the curves from her waist down her hips, and elongated her legs, compensating for the fact that she was wearing flat soled shoes. He found her adorable. Or perhaps it was the fact that she was a foreign girl that made her more appealing. He wasn’t sure, but at the moment in time, he’d much rather have her company, than returning to the hotel room and his wife. Continue reading
Dom was fed up. The day at work seemed long, and he hadn’t heard from Jen all day; she hadn’t even called in the morning to wish him a happy birthday! His journey home was miserable, the weather appalling; everything was conspiring against him.
He made his way up the stairs to his flat. Fumbling around in his pockets, he discovered he had forgotten his keys. Typical! Just when he thought things couldn’t get worse, and they always do!
He slumped with his back against his door, and slithered down to sit on the floor. He got out his phone to call Jen, to find his battery was flat.
He heard someone unlocking the door; before he’d had time to react, he’d fallen backwards, and ended up sprawled on the floor, looking up along a pair of legs.
“Enjoying the view, birthday boy?”
“Oh, hi Jen!”
He was overwhelmed with relief.
“So are you going to lie there all night, or shall we start celebrating your birthday?” she asked, smiling down at him. Continue reading
Al drove home, quietly chuckling to himself. That jerk at the office thought he’d managed to get one over on him, ‘accidentally’ knocking the coffee to spill over Al. Little did he know…
He pulled into the drive, wondering if he’d bump into his cleaner. Cleaner was probably overstretching it, as she seemed to only just do what was required. He should get rid of her, and get someone in to do the job properly, but she was just too damned cute, and when he worked from home, he liked peering over his screen, watching her bend down in the short tight skirt as she dusted the coffee table.
He opened the front door. It didn’t seem there was anyone around. He dashed up to his bedroom, undressed, put his coffee-stained clothes by the door, and popped into the bathroom to have a quick shower; but as he walked in, he heard the shower running.
He peered around the door, and saw her, in his shower, groaning quietly. Her eyes were closed, and with one hand she was fondling her breast, while the other was rubbing gently between her legs.
”Oh yes! Yes please!” Continue reading
Marta watched her walk off toward the station. What was so special about this girl that he’d risk losing his position?
As soon as she was out of sight, Marta stepped onto the street and continued on her way to his house. He’d called an irregular meeting, and now she knew what he intended to say. But if she really hadn’t seen his face…
Whenever he expected several numbers of people arriving, he would leave his door unlocked, so neighbours wouldn’t be continually disturbed by knocking every few minutes. Or more likely, he didn’t want people to know there were lots of people in his house. He was mostly reclusive, except for Court matters, which he took very seriously; he practised more devotion to his court and the Order than anyone else, and sometimes it would be to the exclusion of everything else.
Marta only joined the Court because he’d insisted. Although a senior court member, she was only in it because of him, and yet the irony was that he was only Master of the court because of her. Continue reading
Louise looked over the message, re-reading it several times. She felt herself shudder as she read his words.
Since they’d met online, he’d challenged, coaxed, encouraged and pushed her. She’d become more daring, wearing no underwear to work, having a quick ‘play’ in the ladies, even having a vibrator in her during a tube journey.
But this was different. This time he wanted her to interact with somebody else.
Two people, to be precise.
She thought of her old friend, Helen, who would have done that without batting her eyelids. Hell, she had done that before, but Louise didn’t have Helen’s hair, cleavage, or nerve.
He’d dictated the place and time, so she just had to turn up and seduce two guys. Two complete strangers! Would that make it easier for her? She doubted it. Continue reading
Eleanor felt a little for Steve in his predicament; if he refused, he would look silly in front of them all.
Steve took a deep breath.
“Yes, sir,” he said.
Arthur got Chrissie to lower Steve’s trousers before he began. The caning was given in similar fashion as before: with each strike Arthur made, Steve winced, counted, and thanked ‘sir’ for his punishment.
“Can I be released now, sir?”
“There is one more lesson you need to learn,” he said, opening one of the side cupboards.
“Yes, sir,” Steve said. “Which lesson, sir?” Continue reading