He was taking his time getting used to the States. The opportunity that his company had offered of exchanging with another staff member was truly amazing–especially for one so young. But as exciting as it all was, he was taking his time acclimatizing–especially to the different words used by Americans for things. An aubergine was an “Eggplant” Lifts were “Elevators” A CV was a “Résumé” a mobile phone a “Cell phone” Text Messages were “SMS”. Read more…
Tag: Blonde
- Author name:
- Silken Slave
- Publish date:
- June 4th, 2013
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In this intensely intimate, pleasurable piece of hedonistically hypnotizing fascinating fiction, a CEO is sensually seduced by his new secretary, Krystal. As she blissfully bends him to her womanly will, this ensorcelled executive enjoyably ends up tantalizingly tonguing his mesmerizingly suggestive secretary.
Because of its spellbinding subject matter, this titillating tale may not be everybody’s cup of tea. Still, I decadently do relish relaxing with an imaginatively sensual story and entrancingly envisioning what it might feel like to exquisitely experience each devilishly delightful suggestive seduction scenario! 🙂
Krystal
Being a CEO of a large corporate does have some benefits. There is obviously the money, the control and some level of freedom. But it certainly has its problems too! The constant stress, no downtime, having to be in control for starters. This made even worse when your personal administrator gets married and goes on maternity leave very soon afterward. And so it was that I needed a new secretary. Read more…
- Author name:
- Satintrancer
- Publish date:
- June 4th, 2013
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“This is great” he thought. “CEO goddammit! A CEO!!!” Now he could really shake his corporate tail feather, get a notch on his greasy pole bed-post. He’d lick this lame ass company into shape, then move on to bigger and better. He had plans, great! plans.
But although he talked all the old Gordon Gecko-style “Greed is good” cliches, he was a little nervous. He just had to impress. And he hoped that the “Value for money” measures he was drawing up–which included the laying off of 400 blue collar and 100 white collar staff–got passed. He would make out that he felt for these folks working in this company’s factories turning an honest dollar. But in reality he wanted to be a jet setter, a shooting star. But he did not want to burn up. At least he told himself that this is what he wanted. His dedication to his life plan didn’t stop him from curling up in his lonely bed some mornings–hugging the pillow and longing for someone to love him. Much more frequently than he would even admit to himself in parallel to his desire for true intimacy he was dreading what rows and challenges would perhaps jump up and bite for him during the day. Read more…
- Author name:
- Slave Traci
- Publish date:
- June 3rd, 2013
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i called my Mistress as ordered at the prescribed time, She told me to pick up some things for her before coming over. Frustrated and now in a hurry I went to the store, more anxious than ever. I had never been to this Mistress before, my last Mistress traded me to her and just gave me her name and phone. Mistress Lana. i didn’t want to go but i really had no choice, if it was a test i could not afford to loose my current Mistress and if it wasn’t a test i don’t think i could live with out a Mistress. Not having a superior woman rule my life would be unacceptable, unthinkable. Read more…
- Author name:
- Satintrancer
- Publish date:
- May 24th, 2013
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He loved her and her outfits–her striking, dyed blonde, short hair and her Gingham jacket. But what especially caught his eyes, captured his attention span, and captivated all of him was her beautifully soft satin blouses and tight , split black satin pencil skirts stretching beyond her kneees.
She has an amazing name, Ms Juliette Jupe-Soyeux. Though she never claimed to be French, she had a wonderfully sexy and continental walk that mesmerized him. There was just something about her heels rhythmically click-clicking on the pavement when they were on their way home, a sharp “Swish” sound from her skirts as she passed him by. All too often with a rather disdainful look on her {sadly for him} almost as condescending as it was oh so lovely face. She acted like she knew she was destined for better things than him. Read more…
