Room 2D

A story from Janus 19 by Martin Kempson Sally, a very pretty, green-eyed 18-year-old brunette with a habitual impending pout, had been packed off by her elderly guardian to spend two weeks with Doctor Saverini, an old family friend and retired university lecturer living just outside Pisa. Like any teenage girl the prospect of visiting Italy, a country whose beauties she’d heard of and read about so much, appealed to her enormously. But there was one snag. It wasn’t going to be just an ordinary holiday abroad. There was another, far less pleasurable reason for her going. Although she’d left college the previous summer, Sally had not adapted at all well to the grown-up world outside. In fact she’d proved quite unable to behave herself as a young lady should, but continued to act as she had at school, more like a silly, naughty fifth-former than someone approaching responsible young womanhood. She was extravagant, insolent, moody, prone to childish tantrums and also at times inclined to...

Photo-story from Janus 90 ‘The pest is here again. Crossing the road right now, Sugar.’ ‘Don’t call me that, Lydia.’ ‘But you  are  my sugar-daddy.’ ‘I’d hoped I was something more.’ ‘We’ll have to see, won’t we? I don’t know how I’m going to feel — I’ve never done this before.’ The entryphone buzzed from below. ‘Come on up,’ said Lydia coldly into the speaker. ‘You’ll find some clothes on a chair in the hall. You will change into them, and wait there until you’re called.’ They heard the lift in the mansion block rumbling upwards.  ’My dearest,’  he pursued,  ’you will feel as intensely erotic and stimulated as I feel just to look at you in that outfit. In this respect I know you better than you know yourself.’ Lydia had slipped off her Mandarin wrap and turned to him. She wore a skimpy bra and panties trimmed with lace; seamed stockings with suspender-belt, glossy shoes with five-inch heels. ...