Room 2D

From Blushes 63. If, like me, you were hoping for pink knickers to be featured in the pictures you will be sadly disappointed. Nice story though. It is an archetypal English scene: a country land bordered by leafy hedges, the verges between these and the lane itself burgeoning with the dense vegetation of high summer: ripening lush grass and cow parsley, not to mention vigorous specimens of nettles, all almost head-high to a man. A man is in fact suitably complementing this verdant scene, with strong and practiced strokes laying low this thrusting growth with a scythe. Not a lot of that about nowadays; it’s mostly all chemicals now. And not a lot of this either — as round the corner comes a very pretty girl on a bike. With long bare legs that seem to go on and on. The rustic toiler immediately stops work to ensure he will miss nothing of her approach, lose no detail of the rhythmically flexing limbs. Just look… As she approaches...

From Blushes 12 It seemed that she’d come every day since the holidays began.  Walking down across the meadow in the afternoon sun or dodging the potholes in the lane on her bike after tea, leaning on the gate of the paddock and watching Tregowan Evergreen being led out for exercise and cantered and galloped around the field. She brought sugar or a carrot or an apple and the horse had got to know her, wanting to walk across to the gate for the titbit when exercise was over. He’d got to know her as well, had got used to seeing her bicycle propped against the fence and her sun-bleached hair catching the light. Her long legs and her tight little bum in faded jeans or snug shorts.  She’d been coming for a week, a week of polite ‘Hello’s’ and ‘How’s Evergreen’ before she’d asked — not really asked, knowing the answer would be ‘No’, more like just said it, let it pop out, as if she’d simply had to say it or burst. ‘I’d love to ride him, Mr Walters — I’d just love to!’ she said it wi...

A photo-story from Janus 133, although the photos come at the end… Natalie was a bit nervous. For six months after leaving school with only one GCSE to her credit, she had managed comprehensively to fail every job interview she had attended. She was still unemployed and desperately wanted to impress. The man in the grey suit was a very stern-looking man and Natalie was sure he wouldn’t want to employ someone who had treated academic improvement with such disdain. Well, she probably would have been sure if she had known what disdain meant. There was only one thing for it, she had to smile prettily and look innocent. She had already learnt that it was something most men responded too. ‘Well, Natalie,’ he said, ‘why do you think you haven’t been able to get a job since leaving school then?’ She shuffled her feet, ‘Er, well…’ she started hesitantly, ‘I suppose it’s because I… um, have always been a bit of a naughty girl… but… bu...