Entradas de Diciembre 2008

Diciembre 23, 2008

Bouncing and Flouncing

 By Bea

He came out of a sweet smelling, languorous fog.  Saw Joni sitting at his bedside reading a book.  Managed to make a feeble wave with his fingers, just enough to attract her attention.  She looked over her book at him.  Smiled.  She said something… “Hello, Gerald.  Awake finally?”  At least he thought she said [...]

Diciembre 23, 2008

1921

Diciembre 22, 2008

This boy

 

Diciembre 21, 2008

The Hotel Christmas Special

by Deborah Ford
This is intended as a self contained narrative but it may help those unfamiliar with “The Hotel” series to know that: Debbie is a male maid trapped by the machinations of the Hotel where men are tricked into becoming subservient maids while hunky lovers distract their wives. All for the financial betterment of [...]

Diciembre 20, 2008

Upps

Diciembre 19, 2008

The Office Dupe Part 5

By Deborah Ford
It was only when I read the reviews to ‘The Hotel’ that I realised that many of you were anxious to learn more about poor Linzi’s plight in the continuing stories of ‘The Office Dupe’. Be assured that Linzi has an ingenious plan to protect himself and his lovely wife Deborah from the [...]

Diciembre 18, 2008

The Office Dupe Part 4

By Deborah Ford
The mini bus ride to the hotel was uneventful – apart, that is, from one
problem which I’ll explain about in a moment. Because first of all I want to
describe the riotous goings on. The girls asked Miss Morgan if they could ask
the driver to turn the radio up. For some reason Miss Morgan [...]

Diciembre 18, 2008

Morning rituals

Diciembre 17, 2008

The Office Dupe Part 3

By Deborah Ford
Once I was naked in the fitting room I put some of the glue onto the breast
forms and stuck them into position.
The glue dried very quickly. In the privacy of the changing room I
bounced up and down making them jiggle like real breasts. I giggled
uncontrollably.
“What are you doing in there girl?”
“Sorry Miss Morgan.” [...]

Diciembre 16, 2008

The Office Dupe Part 2

By Deborah Ford
The office clock turned slowly.
My burning backside and raw thighs made sitting comfortably totally
impossible. I wriggled and squirmed, constantly trying to move a different
part of my searing bottom onto the hard wooden chair. No sooner would I
find a less uncomfortable position than, within seconds, the chair would
exacerbate the stinging and I would have [...]