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. 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. 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.” 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.

Sir’ now, is it?” He asked, moving next to me, standing above me looking down with that look on his face.

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. 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.

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. 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. 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. 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. 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.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. Come home with daughter, cook tea (that’s an evening meal in the north of England), and do daughter things.