Room 2D

A special post of a story requested via comments on The Village Hall . From Uniform Girls 17 ‘Mr Stimford,’ her mother said reading from Aunt Clare’s letter and the name immediately set up a response, alarm bells jangling in her daughter’s head. A forgotten name but not really, just lying dormant in her mind and covered with layers of other things, other experiences, pleasant ones mostly, so that ‘Stimford’ was almost dead and buried. But it wasn’t dead and it now came back, rolling up to the surface. At first vague and unrecognised, just the alarm bell, and then, oh yes, of course. She saw him, pictured him. And that place: the village hall. And in particular the loft, up the stepladder. That dusty, dimly-lit triangular roof space. ‘Eileen! Are you listening? Or day-dreaming?’ She shook her head, bobbing the soft, short, medium blonde curls. Her cheeks were flushing, she could feel. As if her mother might know what she was pict

First of a four-parter from Blushes Supplement 27 featuring one of my favourite Blushes models. A rather beat-up dirty-white Mini with a 20 year-old registration plate. It looks as if it has covered a few miles in that time. Not with its present driver at the wheel, though: she would seem to be no more than that age herself. Of medium height and with a well-fleshed figure, though these facts are at present hidden in a voluminous winter coat, she winds down the car’s window to look enquiringly out. The fresh, pretty face is framed in short, blonde, straightish hair, newly washed and sparkling. She does not seem too sure of her whereabouts on this dank and drizzly November afternoon. The road on the outskirts of the town is almost country, the houses set back and secluded. Ah, though… half-hidden where the enveloping foliage of a sodden evergreen swags across the gatepost is a small number plate. With a ‘43’ inscribed on it. This se

Photo-story from New Blushes 2.01. A s equel to  Sophie’s Special Fitting Session  from Blushes 93. It is Friday and we are back again in that little room at the rear of Mr Kilmer’s rather untrendy looking tailor’s shop hidden away behind the town square. Yes we are here again and so is delicious Sophie, Mr Aubrey Hodgley’s niece. Though perhaps we should write that as ‘niece’ because as explained she is not any actual relative and has only been with Mr Hodgley since Tuesday. So three days now. Mr Hodgley is here too and so is the proprietor, Mr Michael Kilmer. It is another fitting session. Sophie standing up on that stool again. Today she is wearing a rather fetching red tartan outfit. (The keen observer may have spotted this outfit, in a not quite finished state, hanging on the wall on Wednesday when we last saw Sophie here.) The outfit comprises a long-sleeved white blouse and a very brief wrap-around skirt, plus a matching tartan cap perched on her head and white knee-socks