Room 2D

Another AI enhanced repost of a favourite story. Here is Girl Training 1998 from Blushes 62. Here is a classic from Blushes 62, uncredited (like all Blushes stories) but bearing all the hallmarks of R.T. Mason. The Domestic Training and Interchange Centre was its formal title but that of course was a bit of a mouthful and the name was routinely shortened to ‘Domestic Centre’ except in official letters and pronouncements. There was one in every town nowadays. Southchester’s might have been a school at some time in the past: a large building with a central high-ceilinged hall and various smaller rooms. But no one seemed to know about that, people were vague about the past nowadays, certainly anything pre-1995. Whatever its past everyone knew what the Domestic Centre was now, its function. Certainly girls, young women, who were not fortunate enough to be from Class 1 or Class 2 families knew. And by the same token adult males wh...

A story from Janus 47 by R T Mason Albert Higginson, staring intently, made muttered sounds of stern disapproval. It shouldn’t be allowed; it was disgraceful; it was a pity there wasn’t some kind of  law  against it. One might ask, if it upset him so much, why Albert had to  look . He could have been doing something else, various things, rather than staring so intently out from behind his bedroom curtains. And if the sight angered him so much why was he using his bird-watching binoculars, to magnify and clarify every detail? What Albert was gazing at with such concentration, such rapt disapproval, was his recently-new neighbour, Melanie Halford — Mrs Melanie Halford — 23-years-old and very comely. He was gazing at her rear view as she hung out washing; more specifically he was gazing at the tight seat of her jeans. They  were  tight, skin-tight like an exceptionally well-fitting glove, over ripely rounded haunches. So tight that at 30 yards with good binoc...