Room 2D

Photo-story from Janus 103 Miss Valencia Fuentes is an imaginative and naughty young lady. It seems that just a few years ago, whilst at college in her native land, Valencia had a handsome but strait-laced tutor who persistently berated her for numerous girlish lapses and indiscretions. He was very stern with her in particular, and the lash of his tongue at times was ferocious. The tutor’s dominance was so great she often fantasised that, one day, he would make her take down her knickers for real punishment. Or, shockingly, order her to  take off her knickers  before reporting to him privately in his office, which bore the number 305 on its door. He would, he  would … But he never did. The fantasy has persisted and even become a nocturnal obsession. When we learned of this we decided that the decent thing to do would be to help Valencia enact her fantasy. ...

An enhanced version of Bargain Price from Blushes 58 Mr Minley’s car crunched up the leaf-strewn gravel drive between trees and shrubs resplendent in their autumn reds and browns and golds. The house came into sight against the crisp blue sky. It looked as big as Mr Minley’s own house but more shabby, dilapidated. And the lawn at the side was uncut, resembling a meadow almost and also liberally covered with more fallen leaves. Quite unlike Mr Minley’s immaculate sward. This place is probably falling apart,’ he observed as he pulled up before the house. ‘And that fellow doesn’t seem to be here yet. Anyway let’s have a look.’ His hand squeezed Susan’s thigh. Susan followed him out. On this warm September morning the delectable Susan was wearing a white sleeveless top and full, calf-length pink skirt with large white buttons down the front, plus white high heels. She had nothing underneath, no underwear. On Mr Minley’s instruction...

Badger is back. Photo-story from Janus 146 After the pleasures of dealing with Candice Lavelle that morning , Badger Bartholomew travelled out of the suburbs into the heart of town and lunched in a trendy pub. His next assignment promised to be very different, and he sensed that he might have more of a fight on his hands, so to speak. A pippin like that sweet ‘n’ sour singer was one thing, but a female civil servant to a powerful man of government was quite another. At the smart block of flats he buzzed for entry, and was admitted. The door to the apartment was open. Hearing a voice, Badger walked in. And stared at his next assignment. She was seductively attractive, stylishly dressed and of cunning intellect. Blonde hair flicked as she talked incisively on the telephone, laying down crisp instructions to whoever was on the other end. The glasses she wore enhanced her appeal somehow. For a moment even Badger felt slightly daunte...