Edition Four: Domestic Bliss

here we go folks, the edition with readers included in the stories! Five lucky ladies were placed in various situations…so lets hope they enjoyed what happened! Click on the links below to get your copy NOW!!

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Domestic Bliss Teaser!!

Delivery Boy

It was the rumble in her stomach that made Suzanne reach for the take-away menu, rather than cook up something herself. The morning had been stressful enough, so she made the instant decision that she would treat herself to her favourite pizza. It was an indulgence rarely savoured; her guilty conscience about the calories preventing a regular visit, but today she deserved it. After the call had been made, she prepared a pot of her favourite coffee and settled into an armchair to wait. She grabbed a nearby book , from an Author she had recently discovered, and flipped to the bookmarked page from her last read. After reading a few pages of the chapter, she placed the book back down with a sigh; it described things FAR too naughty for this time of the day, and she could feel a small throb between her legs at the images it conjured. She shook her head and grumbled at the cover.

Thank you Mr. Dark-bloody-Scribe, the last thing I need right now is a damp pussy!”

The sound of the doorbell broke through her annoyance. The arrival of the food, and the thought of eating it, started her stomach rumbling again as she made her way to the door. With a flourish, she opened the door to be greeted by the young delivery guy.

Pizza for Mrs. Terry?”

Suzanne arched an eyebrow at him and nodded.

That would be me. How much do I owe you?”

She waited a few seconds for his reply before noticing he had become somewhat distracted. Her flourish with the door had created a breeze, and said breeze had parted the top of her robe just a little further than normal. The young man on her doorstep was enjoying the sight of her lightly tanned cleavage! Suzanne’s hand fluttered up and clasped the robe shut, the movement breaking his gaze so that his eyes returned to hers. The flush on his cheeks was extremely obvious.

That will be, err, seven pounds fifty please!”

The young guy was almost stammering, and Suzanne rolled her eyes before turning from the door.

Bring it through to the kitchen will you? I have to find my purse.”

She walked slowly through to the back of the house, turning to bark a quick, “Close the door behind you!” as the young man hesitantly followed her. Her eyes did another circuit of their sockets at his awkwardness as she looked for her money. Her bag was beside the central kitchen unit; she had bent to open the top to retrieve her purse before she was aware that the young man had stopped behind her.

She twisted to look up at him, and found that now his eyes were glued firmly on her ass! She straightened quickly and turned to face him.

Do you always ogle your women customers like that?”

The flush on his face turned deeper as he shuffled under her accusatory glare. He was in the process of moving his large delivery bag in front of him, but not quickly enough for Suzanne not to see the reason.

Showing through his cheap uniform pants was the outline of a VERY promising erection. When Suzanne tore her eyes away from its lovely shape, and looked him straight in the face, there was a moment when she thought the young guy was going to pass out with shame! She raised her eyebrow at him again as he struggled to respond to her previous question; his mouth was working but no sound emerged. Suzanne placed her hands on her hips and tilted her head slightly.

Well? What have you got to say for yourself? You stand here, in my kitchen, with THAT,” she nodded at the front of his pants “waving at me, and you are lost for words? What would your employers say if I were to tell them of your behaviour?”

The mention of his employer seemed to galvanise the young man, and he took a step forward, a look of dismay on his features.

Oh God, please Mrs., don’t say anything!”

I hope you enjoy the stories!!

Scribe xxx

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