Sexual content ‘Stop!’ I called. I rose from the table, looked at Tanny, was aware that my stance had my legs slightly ajar, with my pelvic bone thrust forward. ‘Come with me.’ He followed. In the lift we snogged, had a tongue competition, I suppose. He pulled up my skirt and I unzipped his trousers, but then it pinged. Why hadn’t I chosen a high-rise hotel? We straightened ourselves. Out the lift, fast walk to our room, we both had our swipe cards out and our hands collided at the door. Grins all round, he swiped and I tumbled into the room. The lights flickered, but he had dimmed them appropriately. On the bed was a long flowing dress of silk, somewhere between pink and purple. I lifted it and laid it across my arm, letting its superb cloth flow to the floor. ‘Silly Suits my ... It’s gorgeous.’ I turned, but he wasn’t behind me. The door framed him still. ‘I’ll give you a few minutes.’ He pulled the door shut, with h

Sexual content <Dear Sophie, I thank you with all my heart for the delightful ideas contained in your virtual gift to me. Unfortunately, I have to point out a serious error in your description. When the champers overflowed and some ran down your front, it would be inevitable that some would take the alternative route, over your perineum, via your delightful puckered entrance, and be wasted running down your back. Fortunately, I would have arrested its path by catching it and easing it into your passage of darkness and delight. I would have encouraged its pathway therein and made sure of a little waterfall to delight you. XXX   Your Intrepid Tannhäuser>   I sat for a long time over this. How dare he? I’ve asked that before. He dare! I’ll fox him, though.   <Dear Intrepid Tannhäuser I fear I

Sexual content 20. Bradamante    Today is Saturday. Tuesday is taken by Mr Snoopy chasing our voyeur. That leaves Sunday and Monday evening to seduce d’Albert while dressed as man. I grab breakfast, don’t bother to wash, and get a taxi to Silly Suits. I figure, if I try something on at Silly Suits, then I shall want to wash after the visit, and while I put my new outfit through t

Sexual content He’s too busy with his own emotions to notice the lack of spend on my part, so I slip away, just far enough to know where he is, but he won’t have seen my escape direction. I have achieved everything I wanted for this evening. I could go home. I could also go and talk to him. I should have gone home. I was unprepared for his reaction. I move over to him, take his hand and lead him back to the more illuminated area, which isn’t saying much. I turn to him. ‘How was it for you? Your first time, I think.’ I’d tried my deepest voice, but it was pathetic. He didn’t notice. His confusion of emotions was still in overdrive. Finally, he spoke.

Sexual content Wednesday feels like Monday. More by chance than hard work and commitment, our department just won a major contract. The heat is off. Thus, I could spend the morning at work discussing my history with Greg, Dee and Tannhäuser with my new PA, and new friend, Dianne. That said, who could I now trust? ‘Tell me about Abe. How do you know him? Why is he helping me?’ ‘He’s my uncle, the much younger brother of my father. I had no idea he was your landlord – small world, huh, even in the big smoke of London Town. He’s helping you because I asked him to. Simple as that. I come from the north, Barnsley to accent experts, but since I arrived in London, he has looked after me like a surrogate father, especially when my crisis hit and I was close to hospital. ‘He knows you are part of the story that brought me back from that edge. Now you are in a pickle and he is happy to help you. He earns his money as a high-class private detect