Fuck me, that maid's hot. Her long dark hair, those seductive eyes and a body of a supermodel. I've seen how she looks at me too, at the package in my trousers – and I'm not talking about the cash in my wallet. At first it was all politeness and formality but then she started teasing me. She'd always make sure she could catch my attention out of the corner of my eye and then make the most innocent act seem oh so filthy. When she started off wearing baggy T shirts and jeans that looked like they'd never seen a washing machine, now she was paying a lot more attention to how she looked. Tighter t… 続きを読む

Fuck me, that maid's hot. Her long dark hair, those seductive eyes and a body of a supermodel. I've seen how she looks at me too, at the package in my trousers – and I'm not talking about the cash in my wallet. At first it was all politeness and formality but then she started teasing me. She'd always make sure she could catch my attention out of the corner of my eye and then make the most innocent act seem oh so filthy. When she started off wearing baggy T shirts and jeans that looked like they'd never seen a washing machine, now she was paying a lot more attention to how she looked. Tighter t… 続きを読む

Lying in bed wearing that black, silk night dress you're having that dream again. The one where that tall stranger is tending to your every need, worshipping every inch of your body with his gentle touch and sending shivers down your spine as his warm breath whispers sweet nothings onto your soft neck. You've had this dream a thousand times but every time your hand creeps between your legs and you wake up with damp sheets. The stranger in your dreams treats you like a goddess as he holds you in a safe embrace. But that's just a dream. You're a fucking slut and I know that better than anyone.… 続きを読む

Ten minutes to go. By God has this day dragged but the weekend is in touching distance. You can almost taste that first glass of wine, which no doubt will be followed by many bottles, as you stare hatefully at the clock ticking slowly as if to mock you. There's fuck all else to do in the office and you can't even watch the world pass by because you're on the f******nth story of your corporate prison and the only sight you can make out is the outlines of the face clones pushing numbers around in the building opposite. One more game of Mine Sweeper, maybe you can beat 97 seconds this time... Nin… 続きを読む

(This was written to be read by a women - but hey, if men want to get their kicks from it too then whatever floats your boat...) "Phew, what a day!" you gladly collapse into the chair in the kitchen and stretch your arms above your head before leaning back and closing your eyes. You can feel yourself drifting off to sleep and into a dream where a thousands hands and lips tend to your naked body. A smile forms as in a state of half-sleep you adjust your body to a more comfortable position and slyly slip a hand down the front of your trousers. But when your head makes contact… 続きを読む

Three days until the deadline and four thousand words to write. That's two thousand today and the rest tomorrow, then a quick re-read and edit on the last day. Although you don't want to over do it otherwise you'll never pass – so say just four hours of writing a day, then relax and watch telly for the rest – and maybe have a couple of drinks for all the hard work. Five hundred words an hour then: piece of cake! Oh yeah, and those books first... Of course, if Carman didn't spend so much time trying to work out systems and equations to lighten her work load and a… 続きを読む