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[Story] The Billiards Room

The billiards room of The Water Poet is, using the British system, on the first floor of the building. There are only two doors in the room and one of those is a janitorial closet; the only entrance in or out is the one through which I push you after we've ascended the old wooden staircase, my hand in the small of your back guiding you the entire time.

It is an old room, one of the few not to have had a significant makeover when the pub was refurbished a few years past. The wallpaper has been updated, a not altogether unsuccessful attempt to eradicate a century of cigarette smoke ingraine... Continue»
Posted by tristramrandy 14 days ago

[Story] The Desk

Getting into your office wouldn't be so hard: a question of picking the right pocket, an outward display of confidence and good timing is all it would take. I'm sure with some subtle inquisition I could gradually glean which is your desk. Ensuring you'd be wearing a skirt on the day in question, which would be critical to the surprise and my intentions, might be a little trickier without giving the game away. It could be resolved by giving you a standing order to wear only skirts on a Tuesday or maybe I'd make plans with you for after work and instruct you in what I want you to wear. Risky, th... Continue»
Posted by tristramrandy 1 month ago

[Story] Mile High

You're distracted, enticed not so much by the chaotic world of the
airport revealed outside the plane window through which you appear to
be staring, but more by the thought of what awaits in London and by the
constant throb of the small latex dildo that's buried inside you. The
stewardess has to ask you twice what you'd like to drink and you feel
the flared base of the plug press against your anus as you sit back in
your seat to respond that you'd like a vodka tonic.

A thinning fat man in an enormous navy blazer and a striped polo
shirt buttoned to the neck squeezes past the attenda... Continue»
Posted by tristramrandy 1 year ago

[Story] Liaison

This is a companion piece to another story I wrote on here under a slightly different nic (http://xhamster.com/user/Tristamrandy/posts/93873.html)

You turn a page of the paper, take a sip of champagne,
a delightfully decadent pleasure early on a Monday
morning. Another sip, governments doing this,
terrorists doing that. You glance at your watch;
almost time, you think and the excitement you've been
feeling since you entered the lounge, since you woke
up, since before you went to bed even, grows a little
stronger. Another sip, another article which you're
not really reading. Then fin... Continue»
Posted by tristramrandy 2 years ago
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