Silk Stocking Stories

The original dandy highwayman, the lusty Claude du Valle

Claude du Valle was a famous man. He could have any woman he wanted. His name was a byword for chivalry and courage. His reputation as a gentleman preceded him. He was recognised wherever he went. There was only one catch, one little drawback that made enjoying the fruits of his hard earned labour nigh...

The touch of a woman...

The puppet master disrobed and languidly strolled across to the emperor sized bed. He pulled back the soft Egyptian cotton sheets and climbed under the bedclothes. Reaching to the bedside table he picked up his lighter and a fat Cuban cigar and lit it. He puffed greedily on the large Figurado, enjoying its warm...

The lusty lap dance presages pain for the Voyeur

Marilyn walked into the room clutching two crystal tumblers filled with whiskey and ice. Handing one over to Tony she reclined back on a black leather sofa and gestured to him to sit next to her. She crossed her legs, revealing a goodly expanse of soft, pink flesh as her skirt rose far above...

The watcher becomes the watched - rear window continues

For the umpteenth time Tony checked that the revolver was in his pocket. Its weight was reassuring and counterbalanced his erratically beating heart which had turned his legs to jelly and made his head feel light. He steeled himself, knowing that he had the upper hand with the twin cards of surprise and a...

The puppet master's frueudian frolics

The couple walked arm in arm across the courtyard towards Marilyn’s apartment. They looked to all the world like two young lovers back from a night out but Marilyn hid a deadly secret. Waiting for Tony in the shadows were his so called girlfriend Melissa and the puppet master, a brutal and merciless sexual...

Ravishing Emma and the mile high club

Emma was a stunning woman. Almost six foot tall and with the most incredible toned body Anita felt a warm glow in the pit of her stomach and goose pimples all down her arms from just looking at the blonde beauty. She was dressed in casual attire of jeans and a tight fitting sweater...

In the hands of a femme fatale

Marilyn adopted her sexiest persona as she played flirtatious games with Tony, her aim to persuade him to accompany her back to her apartment. Tony recognised all the tricks she pulled, all the signs as she manoeuvred and manipulated him to bend to her will. He knew that the mystery man and Melissa were...

The tables turn...

Tony was no fool and he was naturally innately suspicious: when it came to looking a gift horse in the mouth he would be there with the rubber gloves and the magnifying glass. Marilyn was a wonderful, gorgeous, sexy and vivacious woman. She could have any man she wanted. She had come here to...

A double double-cross for Tony

Marilyn stifled her sobs as she recalled her relationship with the puppet master from when he had first seduced her as an eighteen year old dance student to the present day when she acted, well paid, as one of his assistant producers as he called them. He was a mystery man to everyone who...

The greatest aphrodisiac - Rear Window continues

Marilyn smoked a post coital cigarette as she lay in bed with Tony, her head on his chest. Tony ran his fingers through her hair, his mind full of clutter and unable to focus. She had come here to kill him, but instead she had made passionate love to him. She had been a...

A treat for Tony, the virile voyeur

Then the most unexpected thing happened: Marilyn kissed Tony. Soft, wet and probing kisses as her tongue devoured his and his tongue reciprocated. He was instantly aroused even though he knew this was just a ruse on her part to get him to let his guard down. She had come here to kill him,...

An amorous and deadly coupling...

Marilyn rose and took a shower, watching away the sweat of her exertions and the stench of sex with the loser Steve. She needed to feel refreshed and alert for what she needed to do now.

Waiting until dark Marilyn stepped onto the hall and stepped along to Tony’s flat. Steve held a spare...

Sayonara Steve: Rear Window continued

The caller had rung off and the one five seven one call back came up with ‘number not recognised’. They didn’t know that he had bugged Melissa. They didn’t know that using her as a threat held no fears for him. He had to use this to his advantage. They would expect him to...

In the dead of night - the voyeur returns

Steve sat in the shadows, night vision binoculars glued to his face, as he watched the hooded figure skulking in the shadows. He knew who it was of course and he had enjoyed the last hour’s entertainment, especially once Marilyn had arrived home. He would have to report back to the puppet master of...

Caught in the act?

Marilyn began to prepare something to eat and also started shedding clothes in readiness for a hot shower. Tony lay riveted, his eyes never once leaving the mirror which gave him an uninterrupted view of the rest of the lounge and the kitchen doorway. The sight of the beautiful Marilyn, topless, unzipping her skirt...

The dirty and dangerous dvd - pulling the puppetmaster's strings

Tony’s discovery of the DVD sent a shiver down his spine as the thrill of being in Marilyn’s apartment finally hit him. He felt alive as adrenalin coursed through his veins and the fact that he was out of the plaster cast also served to exhilarate him – he was invulnerable! Or so he...

A risky foray into the real world for the voyeur

Tony made his way across the courtyard to Marilyn’s apartment aware that his every move could be under surveillance. It was only when he had begun to play the role of the voyeur that he had learned that everything is watched by somebody. You think that you are private, unobserved, free and that you...

Tony suspects the truth about his pole dancing cow gal

Tony realised that he was a pawn in someone else’s game and thankfully his leg had healed to the point where he could have the cast taken off and he could walk with a stick. He kept this detail secret from Melissa of course; it was obvious that she was taking him for a...

Two can play at that game - Tony takes on the Puppet Master

Tony sat in his wheelchair with his net book perched on his lap. It was nine a.m. and already his girlfriend Melissa was awake and involved in lusty sex with the mystery man. The microphone again sounded muffled and not a lot of any import or clarity was coming through – he made a...

Two sexy sides to Melissa

It just didn’t add up and I had begun to suspect that something was afoot. I remembered when I first met Melissa and at the time I had thought it a little strange. Why had this stunning woman started up a random conversation with me on the tube, a place infamous for how unfriendly...

A sexy liaison in the dead of night

It was around one in the morning when I was awoken from my sleep – I had dozed off in my armchair, there had been so little of interest for me and my binoculars – by a crashing noise. It sounded like someone had knocked over a dustbin or some such. I kept my...

The mystery begins to unravel as Tony suspects the truth in 'Rear Window'

Tony lay awake that night, wondering about his girlfriend and her secret life, the mystery man and the lengthening cast of characters in her sexual voyage of discovery including Marilyn and the Cabbie. He could not deny that her escapades had turned him on – the thought that she was such a naughty, faithless,...

Pulling the sexual strings - Melissa's lust sated once more

The puppet master allowed the cabby to have his fun, after all Melissa was a fun girl and she never could turn down an opportunity for illicit sexual adventure. The more dangerous, the more out there the better. She had particularly enjoyed his latest escapade – she would be the loyal and loving girlfriend,...

The Puppet Master - sex on his strings

The cab driver couldn’t believe his luck. When the tall, mature, distinguished looking gent in his mid fifties had hailed his cab and then slipped him a fifty and said to enjoy whatever happened on the back seat he objected at first, thinking that there might be illegal drug taking or some such but...

An erotic experience for a lucky cab driver

I could hear Melissa’s sighs and moaning as she sat in the back of a taxi with the mystery man and he explored her body with his sweaty and eager hands. I could hear her whispering to him to touch her here, there, to make her come. The sound of her kissing, soft kisses...