Room 2D

Three-part story from Whispers 3 featuring the Janus model Lucie Martin Part 1 - “This is a stick up” ‘What’s this?’ demanded Major Hartnall. ‘Whatever is this? I wasn’t aware we had a  scarecrow  in the house.’ Major Hartnall was of course exaggerating but then it did depend on what you were used to and Toby Hartnall, one could say, was one of the old school, a traditional gentleman. The sight therefore of Annabel entering the dining room for breakfast wearing roughly cut denim shorts and a T-shirt several sizes too large for her trim and shapely form was enough to make him see red. Annabel had been warned, by her mother who had herself been explicitly told by her friend Fiona that Major Hartnall was a bit of a stickler about standards. And if Annabel was to stay with him whilst Susan Barkley went off with Fiona on a weekend trip to Paris, well, Annabel had better watch her P’s and Q’s. Otherwise… ‘Otherwise what?’ Annabe

Story from Janus 14 by R.T. Mason The raucous jangling of the alarm abruptly jarred her from sleep. Its inhuman noise continued — for perhaps 30 seconds — until Bob reached blindly over and extinguished it. They both lay back collecting their senses in the sudden silence. Still half asleep she said, ‘What day is it?’ Husband Bob did not answer. Instead she felt his hand reach between her bare legs to her pussy. She groaned with pleasure as he stroked her, and automatically reached her own hand out to take hold of his stiffening penis. ‘Mmm…’ she murmured, ‘Please tell me it’s the weekend.’ Bob, becoming fully erect in her hand: ‘It’s Thursday.’ ‘Oh God!’ she groaned, ‘Not Thursday! And I was thinking it might be the bloody weekend.’ She pushed him away. ‘Come on, darling. You know there’s no time.’ She started to get out of bed but he held her back. ‘Just a few minutes. There’s time for a quickie.’ ‘No, there’s not! You know you were late last week and we can’t afford you l