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Subject: {ASSM} "Secretary"  by  deirdre  (FF, sm)  --  rp  by H. Jekyll  and  Please Cain
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Date: Sun, 30 Apr 2006 06:10:01 -0400
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Secretary 
by deirdre

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will finish reposting all 156 stories this month.

While you're following the a.s.s.m. 10th Anniversary "deirdre-fest,"
enjoy! There's still time to contribute.

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

Date: Tue, 8 Mar 1994 00:21:18 UTC

Secretary by deirdre

Your stories are perverted. Now you may think I'm a prude, but I'm not:
in fact, I enjoy reading stories about sex. Sex is a part of life and
is good. But you print these stories about things like sadomasochism
and lesbianism! Sick! Normal people stay as far away from them as
possible! For example, my husband, Matt went out of town on business
recently and he decided I would get lonely spending all those evenings
alone. So he arranged with his secretary, Joan, to have dinner with me
one night. She said she liked to cook and suggested we have dinner at
her apartment.

I arrived and discovered Joan had gone all out: she was dressed in an
absolutely stunning black cocktail dress and was gorgeous. You might
think I was jealous of Matt for having a secretary like Joan, but in
fact, I'm very careful not to bother him about her: if a man is nagged
about being unfaithful, he gets the idea that he might as well earn the
nagging.

Well Joan sat me down at her dining table which was lit by candle light
and was absolutely perfect. After trying her duck l'orange and her
wine, and watching her across the table from me smiling and talking, I
sat there thinking that if she ever treated Matt like this, it would be
impossible for him to resist her. I mentally made a note to prevent him
from visiting Joan for dinner at all costs. I wondered whether my *no
jealousy* policy really was appropriate.

The desert was a cherry cheesecake and it was perfect too. Afterwards,
we sat in the living room drinking wine and talking and somehow Joan
came to mention how lucky I was to have a man like Matt. I was
immediately alert, trying to figure out what her plans were in that
area. She went on to say that I had everything: I was attractive, I had
money, and I had a great husband. I countered that she certainly was
attractive and was fantastic at entertaining.

Well, she asked if I *really* thought she was attractive. Her words
made me assume she was fishing for a compliment, but I watched her
closely and she seemed like she really doubted it. And she wanted to
know if I thought she was sexy. I told her she was sexy beyond belief.
Then she opened a drawer in an end table next to the couch and pulled
out a *ping-pong paddle*. Then in what seemed like one motion, she drew
the dress up over her body and head and she was completely nude! And
before I knew what happened, she was laying face down over my lap and
handing me the paddle!

I couldn't believe it--nothing had prepared me for the shock! I looked
down at her smooth, curved body and looked at the paddle in my hand.
Believe me, it was tempting to use that paddle on that perfectly formed
rear end, which she wriggled invitingly, and teach her a lesson about
being so dangerous. I sat there pondering the idea as I slowly rubbed
the edge of the paddle across her rear cheeks. I was ready to do it.

But I knew that one thing would lead to another, and soon I would be
offering her *my* rear to paddle. I came to my senses, slipped out from
underneath her, grabbed my coat and purse, and left as quickly as I
could. So you see, normal people are not into such things. I'd like to
see more stories with good, clean hetro sex.


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