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 A personal assistant finds her boss’s personal ad searching for a submissive and volunteers for the role. Tom’s mouth made a convincing argument for submission, but he grabbed her hair and pulled her from the kiss. She awaited final judgement with her bent head. “Look at me and tell me you don’t want to kneel,” he whispered, but he laced the command in his words, a subtle threat. 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. 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. 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.” 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. Sir’ now, is it?” He asked, moving next to me, standing above me looking down with that look on his face.a.m. Straight into the morning pre-school routine. Help daughter with math homework; she’s like me, a morning person. Bus is late, which makes us late for school. Not a good start to the day.

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. 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. 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. 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. 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.

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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. I’m sure it’s not the best idea in the world to start sleeping with your boss. But I couldn’t remember ever having such a strong physical and mental connection with someone, and I trusted him, he was going to act responsibly for both of us, if something bad happened and things weren’t great, he could help me get a similar job somewhere else. I didn’t want to say no to something so intoxicating for a job I cared very little about.

Shelly straightened her shoulders. No, she was ready for the meeting, for him. “Good morning. Did you get a coffee?” 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?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. 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.” I’m going to need you to stay late tonight and pull some records so I can prepare for the DRC meeting tomorrow. 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. 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.