The butterflies in my stomach fluttered restlessly in a fit of nervous anticipation as I finished my lunchtime coffee. Outside the grass needed cutting, but it went ignored in favour of more exciting pastimes. I had at last decided on my ensemble for an afternoon of illicit enjoyment, something of a contrast to the scruffy jeans and sweatshirt I was lounging around in at the time. The coffee mug was hastily pushed aside, and the garden ignored, as I headed for the stairs. ...
Note: I have discussed with Geoff, many times, my fantasies about being taken against my will by two, three or more men. He has likewise often offered to arrange this with some friends and every time I have willingly agreed. However this was some time ago and the reader should be aware that whilst I was a willing participant to what follows, I had also forgotten all about it… Roped in to Entertain ...
Note: I have discussed with Geoff, many times, my fantasies about being taken against my will. He has likewise often offered to arrange this with some friends and every time I have willingly agreed. However this was some time ago and the reader should be aware that whilst I was a willing participant to what follows, I had also forgotten all about it… Roped in to Entertain My long time friend and lover Geoff was slouched on my cream leather sofa munching a rather messy looking take-away meal, whilst a can of beer perched on the arm of the sofa looked decidedly precariously balanced. The television was blaring loudly and Geoff was almost fully absorbed in the big match, of which live coverage had just started. I gazed at the scene without a word of disapproval. Not once did I lunge forwards to move the beer, sweep away the crumbs or reach for the remote control to quell the raucous cacophony. You may well wonder why I put up with this loutish behavior in my own home and what was the reason for this scene of domestic harmony. It was because I was thoroughly bound and gagged! ...
* If you read my last tale, Dressed to Thrill, you will know the about the rather special relationship I enjoy with my gardener. (If you didn’t let’s just say we’ve cultivated more than sweet peas.) As you can probably imagine I always keenly anticipate his visits and wonder what devilment he has engineered for our mutual pleasure each week. It was therefore very disappointing when he telephoned on Wednesday to suggest that as the grass wouldn’t need mowing tomorrow we could visit the local garden centre together and review the planting list that I’d been pestering him for. (You see he does actually garden for me as well!) No, he couldn’t stay afterwards as he was in the middle of a big landscaping job. Well, I was a little put out at the prospect of having to pleasure myself until next week, but had to admit the garden did need some work. ...
* When Geoff took me home after our summerhouse adventure he was still full of suppressed excitement. My intuition told me we weren’t finished yet and so when he casually produced a rich cream envelope and asked me what I was doing the following day I knew I was about to find out. The envelope trembled in my hands, through exhaustion after the day’s events or through anticipation, I didn’t know. It contained an equally rich invitation, heavily embossed in black and gold. The realisation finally sunk in. ...
* In the early hours, as I prepared for bed, all thoughts of sleep abruptly vanished as the badger camera alarm erupted. Maybe tonight that timid nocturnal creature would reward me with the award-winning photographs that I so badly wanted. Investigation however revealed the garden visitor to be my next door neighbour and, horror of horrors, examining my favourite bondage magazine, left on the bench after I had been perusing it earlier that evening. ...
* I have discussed with Geoff, many times, my fantasies about being taken against my will by two, three or more men. He has likewise often offered to arrange this with some friends and every time I have willingly agreed. However this was some time ago and the reader should be aware that whilst I was a willing participant to what follows, I had also forgotten all about it… The Summerhouse ...