Naughty Secretary

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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 Wanted: Total Control I am a professional man, looking for a woman. Impact play, pain, bondage and total submission required. 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.

Sir’ now, is it?” He asked, moving next to me, standing above me looking down with that look on his face. 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. p.m. Watch Labyrinth, cook and eat, watch silly Saturday night TV, and do very little. A perfect wind-down. A personal assistant finds her boss’s personal ad searching for a submissive and volunteers for the role.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. Go out for a meal to celebrate daughter surviving the Titanic. Food is pretty good but I enjoy the view of the bar even more. Hot bartender makes pulling a pint intensely erotic. All sharp lines and bright blue eyes. I want him to dominate me and spank me. Share no more than a few glances with hot barman but the fantasies in my head keep me entertained for the rest of the evening. 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? He nodded, but their eyes met again and the hum flared between them, like a light switch being turned on. She left and called her client, who agreed to the terms. She took a minute to drink her coffee and breathe before she returned to the conference room. p.m. Come home with daughter, cook tea (that’s an evening meal in the north of England), and do daughter things.

In her firm’s conference room, she armed herself with papers, proof her client was correct. Proof they deserved their settlement demands. A secretary at her firm, a nice woman named Linda, showed Tom into the room and Shelly grappled with her breath. He wore his battle uniform, a custom tailored suit, his weapons still in his briefcase, as he set it on the table, flipping open the top, creating a barrier he could hide behind before the battle started. And so I fell into a routine of mostly being enamored and distracted. Today, like most days he walked in and greeted me. His knowing smile elicited a familiar tug between my legs that floated up through my stomach. I wanted him.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. Shelly’s mouth opened and closed, like a fish; when he pulled her closer she didn’t stop him, no, she leaned into him. His kiss was like his voice, his body language, the wording in his contracts: careful and controlled. His lips worked her mouth open, his tongue taking a deposition, and she wasn’t sure she had the right answers, but she tried to be honest. 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. 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. I’m going to need you to stay late tonight and pull some records so I can prepare for the DRC meeting tomorrow.

The day flew by because all I did was daydream about various fantasies I wanted to recreate with Mr. Singer. As people started to leave for the day, I was confused to see him, too, in his overcoat. “Adrienne, I’m sorry, you’ll have to pull the files without me, I’ve got a last minute dinner I need to attend.” I couldn’t hide the disappointment in my face, I’m sure he caught it, but I didn’t really care. I was all wound up… for nothing. “Sure thing.” a.m. Wake early and intend to write. Arse about online instead. I swear the only way I get something done is if I’m procrastinating over doing something else. a.m. It’s supposed to be a day of rest but I am busy. Sundays always are busy for me. Prep activities for Sunday club, and gather my paperwork and thoughts for annual church meeting which happens after the service.

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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. She blinked at him, slowly , trying to ignore her heart thundering, and her knees bending as she imagined kneeling before him, following his commands. “I think you’re mistaken.” a.m. I’m the Sunday School teacher today. Make friendship bracelets, tidy up a lot of little beads. 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. 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.