Naughty Secretary

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I’m going to need you to stay late tonight and pull some records so I can prepare for the DRC meeting tomorrow. A bored secretary fantasies about the men who come through her office. Until one of them sees what she’s doing and shows her reality is better than fantasy.

a.m. Wake from an intensely sexy dream. We had a double bed in the living room and I was putting sheets on it. As I did, husband pounced on me and kissed me thoroughly, which led to dream missionary-style sex. I wake up very horny indeed but again no time to do anything about it as it’s time to get up daughter and get her to school. A personal assistant finds her boss’s personal ad searching for a submissive and volunteers for the role. They agreed and my secretary is arranging an appointment with them to sign the paperwork. We’ll get in touch with your office when it’s done.” Good morning.” His deep voice tried to push past her defenses, perhaps she should have found something bullet proof. Her navy blue pants suit, might have been a better choice.Shelly straightened her shoulders. No, she was ready for the meeting, for him. “Good morning. Did you get a coffee?” The French Roll (aka The French Twist) has to be my all-time favourite hairstyle. It's a relatively simple style by itself but even in it's unadorned mode it simple oozes elegance, sophistication, femininity, glamour and allure and can be the basis for so many super-glamourous updo styles when embellished with a variety of curls, tendrils, jeweled hair combs or pins. Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek behind doors left slightly ajar. This week, the Stay-at-Home Mom With Schoolgirl Spanking Fantasies: Female, 33, Manchester, U.K., stay-at-home mother/erotica writer, heterosexual, married. Worst of it was, Tom was handsome, and if she wasn’t facing him across the deposition table, she’d like to face him across a dinner table. Or the bedroom. He screamed Dominant, and the submissive she buried deep within herself squealed to be allowed to kneel before him. p.m. Bake a Jamaican cake to use up tinned fruit in the pantry. Love new recipes and this one looks like it could be a good one. Trying not to think about the fact I’m being weighed tomorrow at Weight Matters (like Weight Watchers but free and provided by the NHS) after a long break. I may be big and beautiful but I have to work at being healthy. Needs to be a balance, I think. Maybe that’s the Libra in me talking?

Get up,” he said, hurriedly lifting me up and spinning me around. He grabbed my breasts roughly, bending me forward over the desk. My only thought was, Yessss. No, this shouldn’t take long. My client has an offer I think you’ll be happy with.” He pushed some papers across the table, when she reached for them her fingertips brushed his hand and they both froze at the sparks. His eyes met hers as she stroked his skin, and it was like someone attached her directly to the source of electricity. She yanked the papers to her side of the battle field, sitting down in her trench, she read the proposal. They agreed to her terms, except the payout was 80% of what they sought. They wouldn’t go to trial, that was messy and expensive. Settlements were easier, corporations versus smaller corporations, she represented the small fish, and Tom was the big bad shark. p.m. Watch Labyrinth, cook and eat, watch silly Saturday night TV, and do very little. A perfect wind-down.

p.m. Go to mum’s with my sister, daughter, and nanna. Chat, giggle, watch telly. Nanna sings, mum comes down with a cold, I send hubby sexy texts. When Emma finds her Mr. Thomas’s want ad she offers to be more than just a professional assistant, she offers to be her boss’s submissive and gets a tour through depths she never imagined in herself. Or him p.m. Watch football with my husband. Our teams (Manchester United and Everton) are playing each other and we always make sexual bets. He gets to choose what he wants if his team wins and vice versa. Our teams draw, though, which is disappointing. a.m. When I get home I greet my husband with a kiss, which leads to him running his hands all over my velvet-encased body, which leads to us getting naked. He sits and I get on his lap and straddle him, facing away from him. He comes, I don’t; it’s not the best position for me. But my husband is brilliant because as I lean over the sofa arm he fingers me as I rub my clit. He loves to see me come and understands I need direct clit stimulation more often than not. p.m. Read smutty book about submissives, skipping the girl-on-girl stories as they don’t float my boat. Come thinking about being bound and used for a man’s pleasure.