Responsibility Ch. 29

The middle-aged man looked up from the hot iron on the ironing board, meticulously removing the creases from the business suit. The female voice barked once more. "Robin!" His seductively-dressed mistress stood in the doorway. She glared at the man, dressed in a pink maid's outfit, as he curtsied demurely. "Yes, Miss." "Pierre has finished in the garden. Wash his tools when you've finished ironing and wash his clothes." He nodded respectfully, and then she added. "You know it's the 21st today. Be ready for me. I'll be back at eleven." She swung her long pale cloak over her black Latex bustier and matching stockings and shut the door to the small utility room behind her. Jordan, the youngest daughter of six had inherited a considerable sum from her father, a property tycoon and retail magnate, when he died a few days before her twenty-fifth birthday. The hedonistic nymphomaniac possessed a mile-wide sadistic streak, and her l...

Jafar always envied what the Sultan had, that was a fact : the throne, the exposure, the wealth... But also the proximity with his own daughter, Jasmine. She was a gorgeous young woman, that he watched becoming sexier with puberty. For years, she has been in his mind and his dreams at night : her caramel-coloured skin, her light and natural fragrance, her raven hair falling on her back, and the lack of fabric covering her body thanks to the warm climate of Agrabah. And finally, he had everything he wanted : the sultan had been warded off, Agrabah and every resources it had was his, and he could use everything in his power to lure Jasmine toward him. Accompanied by half a dozen of guards, hands behind his back, Jafar invited himself inside the chambers of the princess. She was sitting on the end of her royal bed, Rajah cuddled against her, and her gaze fell on him as soon as he penetrated in the room. Instantly, her look became angry, and she stood up, clenched fists at her side. - Yo...

Getting on a level playing field: the best contraceptive methods Gynecologists have a wonderful phrase: "What is the name of the girl who is on the calendar method? - Mama!" Almost every third pregnancy that is not planned occurs precisely with those who used those or other natural methods of contraception, which are the most unproductive. Of course, any method of contraception does not give a 100% guarantee, but, less than that, the main cause of "unplanned surprise" is errors in the selection of contraceptive methods. Let's look at the most unreliable ways to prevent unintended pregnancy. Fascinating Facts or History of Contraception The history of contraception is full of incredible facts. Today we can laugh when we read about old methods of contraception, but 100-200 years ago, sex was one of the most common causes of death among women. Moreover, very strict moral criteria and the fact that the presence of a bastard was perceived as persecution meant that ...

I woke up the next morning and brought my fingers to my lips. They were still tingling from the night before, when I kissed my boss Carson for the first time. I ran my hand along my jawline and remembered his soft and scratchy beard against my face and remembered his rugged hands pulling my body against his. I had to get up -- I was getting too excited before work. Carson didn't come in until noon that day. The office was quiet without him, and I got good at finishing my work quickly, so this was the summer I not only dated my boss, but also became a crossword master. I completed two whole crossword books that summer. When Carson came in, it was business as usual. We kept it professional the entire day, until we stepped outside the office to lock up. "I had a great time last night," Carson said with a genuine smile. "Me too," I said. "You're not a bad date." "Yeah?" he said, laughing. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me in to a ki...

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I'm finishing up at work when I see the screen on my phone light up. I see the words "Mr. E" and a new message. The butterflies start and I immediately feel a low ache begin. I open it and there's instructions. "Meet me at my place at 8pm. I won't be home just yet but you know where the key is. Let yourself in. You know what I expect of you. I'll be there shortly." I look at the clock, it's 5:30. It's a Wednesday which in a way I find odd that you are looking to see me tonight. Usually during the week we keep things casual because of our work schedules and save our meetups for the weekend. I skim through our messages, looking for signs that maybe I was bratty to you, warranting a punishment. Nothing jumps out at me so I brush it off and focus on work in order to keep the low throb I begin to feel at bay. 2.5 hours and I know I had better not be late. I leave work, take a shower and get ready. I know what you enjoy seeing me in so I try to p...