Room 2D

Photo-story from Janus 89 & 90, a prequel to Elixir of Life . Not much of a story, to be honest, but a nice photo-set of Jenny Close. If you call yourself ‘Chelsea’, in the accent of a region no SW3 estate agent would dream of dealing with, you’ve got to expect a bit of trouble now and then. Particularly when you run into someone like Madam, a very meticulous lady whose tragic past experiences have conditioned her to react with fury to any sign of falseness or pretension — real or imagined. This gaffe with her name alarmingly triggers just that kind of sarcasm which Chelsea has never been able to cope with. Giving way is the only way she knows how to handle a sour, critical, supercilious bitch of Madam’s calibre, and angry men who tell her she should have her bottom spanked or her selfish, oblivious misbehaviour. When she needs to keep in with people, Chelsea has learned that it can be better to pay with a de...

Another AI enhanced repost of a favourite story. Here is After the Match from Uniform Girls 2. ‘Your girls were rather over-matched, wouldn’t you say, Henry? Eh?’ ‘Perhaps,’ said Henry, who didn’t much care about tennis tournaments and inter-school rivalry. He took the visiting school’s headmaster into the pavilion, where they were offered strawberries and cream by a shy, wide-eyed girl who seemed somewhat overawed to be in the presence of two headmasters; Sally, who found being in the presence of just one headmaster, Henry, sufficiently intimidating in the normal way. Henry thanked her and pictured her chubby young bottom in its navy blue knickers as she walked away self-consciously, skirt swinging neatly from her hips. ‘Have to have your revenge when you come to us, later in the term.’ ‘I dare say we shall,’ said Henry, still engrossed in his recollection of the strawberry-bringer’s plump and bouncy buttocks as she’d squirm...

Story from Janus 53 by Christopher James It all started for me half a century ago. This is a tale of two girls; Nina, aged 18, and Rose, 16. They were my cousins. Nina, who worked in an office, was quite attractive but not a beauty, and rather broad around the hips. Rose, on the other hand, was a very pretty girl, possessing lovely chestnut hair with auburn tints, and a good well-rounded figure. As a young man back in the thirties, I used to spend two weeks summer holiday with my widowed aunt and the two daughters, in a north-east seaside town. I became moderately intimate with Nina and we indulged in some petting, but it was frustrating for me because, despite some passionate sessions, she always kept her head and her modesty, and would never permit so much as a touch below the waist. She was certainly no prude, but in those days a girl could be ‘ruined’ by an unwed pregnancy without an urgent marriage — and such a contingency fo...