Baroness Thatcher's Bedroom Chronicles
Chapter 1:
The winter of discontent had left the Baroness in need of some good ol' fashion loving. She had proposed some daring escapades to re spark the fire in old Denis' heart.
Being kinky in the bedroom was something that always appealed to her. The problem with wips is that eventually you run out of other people's bottom skin. She was adamant though she needed some excitement to get her out of the rut she was currently in.
She had asked Judy a nice lady from MI5 to buy her some adventurous under ware. She was terrified that the socialist would find out but she had to persevere. This was for God and Country.
She missed the days when he would ask her. "... and how many socialist did you make cry today?" It always felt nice to her to know he cared.
Denis was a fine and passionate lover. His New Zealand roots not withstanding he knew how to make Maggies heart strings hum with the fine tune of satisfaction.
She personally oversaw the renovations to her Downing Street closet. It now housed a proud variety of wips, gags and chains. She was left with a inaudible sense of exictement.
Tonight was the night.
- 25 June 2003