He couldn’t believe it. He did not know what was wrong. His virtually brand spanking new, state of the art {fully loaded with all the latest bells and whistles}, high-end computer system’s processor and hard drive were frustratingly slower than an elderly half-dead slug crawling sideways through molasses, superglue, and hardening cement. The CD tray kept opening and closing on its own. All these and other intermittently tormenting nagging nuisances had bedeviled him since he’d followed her suggestion. His very mysterious, bewitching new lady neighbour had told him to link to a site known as “soothing slumbers” when he said he suffered from insomnia. The only reason he’d told her about his sleeping problem was because he hoped that opening up a little would help him get in good with this charming woman he wanted so much. The know-it-all part of his conscience mercilessly chided him unstoppably. “That’s what you get for taking a woman’s advice just because you want to get in good with her. Next time, don’t let your sex drive do your brain’s job.” Read more…
Tag: Satin Skirt
- Author name:
- Satintrancer
- Publish date:
- June 4th, 2013
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As a student he was certainly not rich. When he took the glossy card from the striking looking lady in shades though it was more curiosity that made him go along.
EMERALD EYES SLEEP RESEARCH CENTER
Director Lady Mesmer
Good rates paid for participants in our Sleep Research Program
Males under 25 especially welcome. Read more…
- Author name:
- Satintrancer
- Publish date:
- June 4th, 2013
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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…
- Author name:
- Silken Slave
- Publish date:
- June 4th, 2013
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I slept so well that night, the deepest, most content sleep in years. I awoke the next morning still unsure of what had occurred the day before but certainly feeling a sense of excitement for the day ahead.
I arrived at work a little late due to sleeping in late – a first for me – to be greeted by Krystal at her desk. You were wearing a rather plain woolen skirt and cotton blouse and we greeted each other with the expected professionalism. Nothing unusual there except my unexplained feeling of confusion. I went to my office and worked solidly as usual for a few hours. You came in to take some dictation which again was without incident. Then as you left the office you looked up at me with your piercing green eyes and smiled. It felt as though a volcano was starting to erupt deep inside me and I felt that tingling I hadn’t felt since I was about 16. Strange, I thought. You then left and I returned to my work. Read more…
- Author name:
- Satintrancer
- Publish date:
- June 4th, 2013
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He hated wedding receptions. Well, he hated the enforced bonhomie and bad jokes that such events lent themselves to.
He didn’t hate the ladies fashions though. His usually nervous in most social situations mind’s eyes were especially drawn to the long elegant and breathtakingly alluring satin and silk charmeuse dresses, doubly especially the bridesmaids ones. He also felt safe and secure and rather comforted by the long two piece sets that the mothers of the bride and groom wore. He especially loved the experienced, knowing, and nurturing looks that these ladies had. He often loved these more than the stern and rather mocking looks of the young bridesmaids. Read more…
