Blue Monday's Daring Blog

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Right On the Money Pt 2


I took a day off work and prepared the house for a visitor.  Not just any visitor but a chattel.  I cleaned, re-arranged furniture and made a subtle adjustment to the bedroom.  The workroom, the stage, the auditorium.  

When she arrived, she was all that I’d hoped and more.  She was gorgeous, well dressed, classy but with a sense of provocation.  Chic and foxy.  Beautifully presented, smelt like a French parfumerie, lithe and inviting.  She also had a glint in her eye.  That eye contact that lets you know you’re in the game.  Miniscule glances that convey powerful electric currents……

We sat and talked.  Broke the ice.  Discourse before intercourse.  I opened a bottle of chilled white an ... [more]

Right on the Money Pt1

My career was now fully established and my earning power had increased.  I was still single although for 18 months entered into a relationship with a lovely girl who made me happy.  During these romantic interludes I was very loyal and never strayed.  After all I was being fed and this girl was a delight to spend time with in and out of the bedroom.  Although, it’s fair to say that once your libido has been perpetrated by the thrall of illicit sexual provocation there is something buried deep that nags away like a tempest. 

This wasn’t the reason that the relationship ended.  She was much keener to embrace a more formal relationship than I was and there was something that nagged away at me that this wasn’t a relatio ... [more]

The Sex Maniac's Ball

Because of my fraternisation with certain types of magazines I had been added to various mailing lists.  I received a variety of mail from lingerie retailers, contact services and, it would appear, an events company.  The leaflet I was gazing at had a number of very salacious photos that seemed to imply some sort of connection with the BDSM underworld.  A lady in a black PVC basque and thigh high boots leading a naked and clearly very subservient man on his hands and knees by a dog chain.  A couple dressed as if VIP guests to the Torture Garden, kissing passionately.  A mature gentleman with a woman dressed as a schoolgirl over his knee with her skirt raised, about to receive his admonishment via his raised palm.  It was entitled ... [more]

Angel Delight Part 4

  On another visit I was surprised to find another couple in the drawing room.  Hearty introductions were made to Barbara and Ian, another older husband with a glamorous, younger wife.  Clearly a good friend of Serenas.  I suspected that on this evening there would be no fun just social intercourse.  I was right, no intercourse, but I was totally wrong about no fun.

It became apparent that the reasons behind Serena’s new satisfied demeanour had got out.  As the evening evolved and alcohol began to talk, Barbara, who was a vibrant and extrovert lady, suggested that I should sit next to her on the sofa.  Did I know that she and Serena were friends?  Did I know that they were ‘special’ friends?&nb ... [more]

Angel Delight Pt3


My visits to the country house were fairly sporadic although always thrilling.  I was never one for over-indulgence with one partner, I liked to leave gaps between liaisons so the anticipation could build.  Paul and Serena were always incredibly magnanimous and generous hosts and visiting them always felt like a privilege.  Not only because of Serena.  Well, actually, mainly due to Serena.  The beauty and indulgent comfort of their opulent home was only surpassed by her irresistible beauty and shy, yet yearning, sexuality.  It was a privilege and never-ending delight to be in their company.  My evenings, mornings and daytimes spent deep in their country pile, ploughing deep into Serena’s furrow of joy rema ... [more]

Angel Delight Pt2

Soon after the deadline I heard the squeaking of ancient floorboards and the sound of sharp heels on wooden flooring from a corridor above my head.  Stilettoes on wood.  Steps drawing closer, soon at the top of the stairs.  From my position directly facing the staircase I could see exactly what was heading in my direction.  An angel.  An angel from heaven.  It’s not often that angels wear corsets with a suspender belt, stockings and high heels with a thin housecoat to protect the modesty of its shoulders.  But this one did.  You could have heard a pin drop.  I was flabbergasted and every part of me went rigid.  I sat with my mouth open like a little boy watching his first cartoon.  Speechless.  As if the outfit wasn’t ... [more]


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