say . . . he is rather too . . .”
“It’s yourself you’re worried about, isn’t it, Millie? You fancy him! You fancy that boy, and you must fancy him bad, too, to want to fire the poor sod.”
“It’s not like that!” Millie said vehemently.
“It is so. Fuck, Millie . . . you owe me an apology. And you are not firing the best helper I’ve had since Matrilova decided to go home to Russia and make potato caviar the next gourmet craze.”
“Calm down, Serge. Maybe I could give him another chance.”
“Why don’t you give some of these poor bastards hanging around you a chance? Get a man in your bed; have a life. No one has it all, but you can come pretty close.”
“Have you ? What about you , Serge?”
“I’m an old shit with a lot of miles on my arse. You are young and lovely. Well, youngish . . . give yourself a shot at some happiness.”
“I’m very happy. I’m quite content. I don’t need anything else.” Millie’s tone was icy.
“In that case, Millie, it won’t bother you if I keep my very attractive cook’s monkey, will it?” asked Serge.
“Not at all. Suit yourself.”
Lance closed the back door soundlessly behind him, grinning. Things were getting better and better. He disturbed her enough that she wanted to get rid of him. He was definitely getting under her skin. I w on’t go quietly, Millie, not on your life.
A shamefaced and very disturbed Millie walked out of Guilty Pleasures, mulling over Serge’s words. She closed the door behind her with a vindictive bang and headed for home.
From the Diary of Millicent Deafly:
Earlier today, I apologised to Will and I got a very strange reaction from him. I’m more and more sorry I got drunk last night. I have no idea what I did and I can’t possibly ask him.
Then later, I had a huge row with Serge over Will, but ultimately I had to back down. I just thought it was a good idea to let Will go before Serge was tempted to indiscretion, but Serge wouldn’t hear me out. Somehow, Serge got the very mistaken impression that I have some kind of a thing for the boy. This is what you get for wanting to keep a friend out of harm’s way.
Still, I must admit I’m not as indifferent as I’d like to believe. Will really is quite attractive. I had a very disturbing dream about him last night, very erotic, very intense. I dreamt I was kissing him, biting at his mouth, devouring him.
I woke up trembling. I can’t remember when I last kissed a man, and I find myself wanting to kiss him, taste him. I watch his mouth when he talks. I’ll have to keep my distance. He’s too attractive, too easy to talk to, and I’m too vulnerable by far.
Tomorrow I will be cool, calm, and professional. I should never have told him to call me Millie. I should never have gotten drunk. I should never have hired him like that, sight unseen, in the first place.
This is why I stay away from men. I don’t even have a relationship and have already started on the regrets.
Never mind me, I’m shutting up now. I need to keep Will off my mind. I know—I’ll just shut up, take the poop scoop, and walk the bloody dog.
Chapter 10
Do not try to insert body parts: fingers, toes, or penises in nonregulation orifices without first discussing it with her. Oral sex is the easiest subject to address. Here’s a likely scenario. “Baby, I dreamt last night you were kissing me all over, and you had me completely in your power!”
Inserting fingers, toes, penises or sundry objects in anal orifices is a lot dicier. Asking a woman if they have considered the delights of hot salami clysters, or even telling someone that you feel “very Greek tonight” might not be wise.
I cannot in all honesty answer for the efficacy of any of the above suggestions.
As for ear and nostril fetishists, take my advice:
Don’t go there .
—Sensual Secrets of a Sexual Surrogate
It was close to midnight when Lance got home, incredibly hyped. He had a strategy to work
“It’s yourself you’re worried about, isn’t it, Millie? You fancy him! You fancy that boy, and you must fancy him bad, too, to want to fire the poor sod.”
“It’s not like that!” Millie said vehemently.
“It is so. Fuck, Millie . . . you owe me an apology. And you are not firing the best helper I’ve had since Matrilova decided to go home to Russia and make potato caviar the next gourmet craze.”
“Calm down, Serge. Maybe I could give him another chance.”
“Why don’t you give some of these poor bastards hanging around you a chance? Get a man in your bed; have a life. No one has it all, but you can come pretty close.”
“Have you ? What about you , Serge?”
“I’m an old shit with a lot of miles on my arse. You are young and lovely. Well, youngish . . . give yourself a shot at some happiness.”
“I’m very happy. I’m quite content. I don’t need anything else.” Millie’s tone was icy.
“In that case, Millie, it won’t bother you if I keep my very attractive cook’s monkey, will it?” asked Serge.
“Not at all. Suit yourself.”
Lance closed the back door soundlessly behind him, grinning. Things were getting better and better. He disturbed her enough that she wanted to get rid of him. He was definitely getting under her skin. I w on’t go quietly, Millie, not on your life.
A shamefaced and very disturbed Millie walked out of Guilty Pleasures, mulling over Serge’s words. She closed the door behind her with a vindictive bang and headed for home.
From the Diary of Millicent Deafly:
Earlier today, I apologised to Will and I got a very strange reaction from him. I’m more and more sorry I got drunk last night. I have no idea what I did and I can’t possibly ask him.
Then later, I had a huge row with Serge over Will, but ultimately I had to back down. I just thought it was a good idea to let Will go before Serge was tempted to indiscretion, but Serge wouldn’t hear me out. Somehow, Serge got the very mistaken impression that I have some kind of a thing for the boy. This is what you get for wanting to keep a friend out of harm’s way.
Still, I must admit I’m not as indifferent as I’d like to believe. Will really is quite attractive. I had a very disturbing dream about him last night, very erotic, very intense. I dreamt I was kissing him, biting at his mouth, devouring him.
I woke up trembling. I can’t remember when I last kissed a man, and I find myself wanting to kiss him, taste him. I watch his mouth when he talks. I’ll have to keep my distance. He’s too attractive, too easy to talk to, and I’m too vulnerable by far.
Tomorrow I will be cool, calm, and professional. I should never have told him to call me Millie. I should never have gotten drunk. I should never have hired him like that, sight unseen, in the first place.
This is why I stay away from men. I don’t even have a relationship and have already started on the regrets.
Never mind me, I’m shutting up now. I need to keep Will off my mind. I know—I’ll just shut up, take the poop scoop, and walk the bloody dog.
Chapter 10
Do not try to insert body parts: fingers, toes, or penises in nonregulation orifices without first discussing it with her. Oral sex is the easiest subject to address. Here’s a likely scenario. “Baby, I dreamt last night you were kissing me all over, and you had me completely in your power!”
Inserting fingers, toes, penises or sundry objects in anal orifices is a lot dicier. Asking a woman if they have considered the delights of hot salami clysters, or even telling someone that you feel “very Greek tonight” might not be wise.
I cannot in all honesty answer for the efficacy of any of the above suggestions.
As for ear and nostril fetishists, take my advice:
Don’t go there .
—Sensual Secrets of a Sexual Surrogate
It was close to midnight when Lance got home, incredibly hyped. He had a strategy to work
Similar Books
