Posts

Shanghai Surprise

“Do you remember what we talked about last time you were in town? That time when you didn’t make time for me?” I look up from the menu I’ve been studying. He is watching me intensely. “Well - as I recall it you were busy in a meeting and suggested I’d make my way there to blow you in the men’s room. I honestly didn’t think you were serious about it.” “I’m always serious when it comes to you sucking my cock, I thought I’d made that perfectly clear.” “Yeah… and I thought I made it clear that I wasn’t going to be satisfied with a five minute rendezvous, no matter how amazing that cock of yours is.” He leans back in his chair, lowering his eyelids and that somehow makes his gaze even more piercing. “Do you recall that I told you how I would react upon the next time we met?” I put the menu down, let’s face it, we’re not gonna order anything to eat anyway.  “You’ve said many things, handsome. Was there anything in particular I should have kept in mind?” “There was something, yes. I’m sure y

Good Girl

  He is sitting in a big leather chair, the kind you’d expect to find in the office belonging to some British lord or whatever. I can feel his gaze with every fibre of my body, I know he is watching every move I make… even though I don’t look at him. My neck is bowed and my eyes focused on the floor… but I can still see him, still as a statue, in my peripheral vision. He is not moving, just watching me from that corner… and he is silent. I want him to move, to say something, anything - it makes me nervous. More nervous than I already am, that is. I don’t know if he is waiting for me to do something or the opposite, if I am supposed to be still and silent. Oh, you know me… I try, I really do, to be a good girl. Always the good girl… but see; there’s this little brat hiding inside me and she doesn’t like playing by the rules.   Still, the part wanting to be good, wanting to be obedient, she is insistent. It’s only when he speaks I realise that I’ve been holding my breath. His voice libe