Room 2D

Story by Pauline Wright from Janus 30 Oh, how I hate this corridor! It seems to go on for ever, and as in all the best horror movies, there is something very nasty at the end. Well I am at the end now, and there is the big oak door behind which the nasty thing lurks. In this case the door gives its secret away. The single word ‘HEADMISTRESS’ is engraved on the door in hard, brass letters. Suddenly I want to run as far away as possible, but my legs will not co-operate. Why does the Dragon want to see me? Has she found out about my cheating in that French exam, last term? Surely not! It’s too long ago. It can’t be that fight with Carole, I got the slipper from Miss Wilson for that. Gosh! It certainly stung, too! I can’t really think that I have been especially naughty recently — well, no more than is usual for me. Her note gave no clues, either. Miss Moore just read it and said: ‘Pauline! the Headmistress wishes to see y...

Story from Janus 33 by Robin Martin. Lengthy, but a good read and with some delightful illustrations by Paula Meadows. Jane stood in front of the full-length bedroom mirror, her bathrobe hanging open. Slipping first one shoulder off, then the other, she tossed it on the bed. She studied her reflection in the glass and was pleased with what she saw. Tallish and beautifully proportioned, Jane was proud of her figure and rightly so — long slender legs with thighs just swelling enough to make them shapely and erotic, and above them surprisingly broad and curvaceous hips narrowed to a slim waist. Higher again, well-formed breasts were firmly thrust out bouncing provocatively at the slightest movement. The warm bath had left her skin a glowing pink with the fragrance of the bath-oils radiating around her, the nipples on her breasts glistening and erect after the towelling. It was a juncture at which Jane very often paused for sensuous s...