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Oct 2016
My summer job with lady Chatterley..added a twist
.apologies to D.H Lawrence

I was sixteen at the time.
I suffered embarrassing erections
Whenever a light breeze passed by my chinos.
I had forgotten  about applying for the job at the mansion.
And was sure I ******* up the interview
Because I sporting huge woody.
The severt girl bent down
to pass my tea in a China cup.
Revealing a pair of succulent breast.
And the rest was predictable.
But lady Chatterley seemed not to notice.
I heard that lord Chatterley
got his cobbler's blown off in torbuck or some place.
Fighting Rommel desert rats.
But lady Chatterley had stayed with him
I was going to say through thick and thin.
But I think the long and short of it
was more accurate.
Anyhoo I digress
I got the job as house boy.
I had to serve her
her breakfast in bed.
She wore a flimsy see through negligee.
I spilled her morning tea limping
to her bed with her breakfast tray.
Those houseboy pants
were really too thin and so tight.
I was red as a beetroot
And wondered if I would ever be freed
Of those spontaneous errections.
She just smiled though.
So nice so understanding.
She was beautiful
I was secretly in love with her.
And she became the star of night fantasies
Where I ...well let's not get graphic shall we.

Anyhoo I a digressing again
Sorry D H. Don't want to lose the plot here.
One day they went out hunting
The unspeakable chasing the uneatable.
When she got back
I was cleaning her en suite bathroom
She said softly
Jude come out here sweetie.
I obeyed she sounded so ****.
Sure enough here was my woody
Right on time.
She said softly
Come here sweetie
I obeyed
Take off my dress
I slowly unbuttoned her dress
It fell to floor like gossamer.
Now unhook my bra sweetie
I unhooked the skimpy garment.
It floated to the bedroom  floor.
Now slip off my silk ******* she said.
In a **** throaty voice.
Sweating I slipped her ******* off.
A faint wisp of perfume hit my nostrils
Then she yelled at me.
Right their I ever catch
you wearing my clothes again
You're fired you little *****.
Written by
Jude kyrie  Canada
(Canada)   
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