Unplanned Events

In Which Cornelius Suffers An Unfortunate Bout Of Comedy Routine

It was still dark when I awoke in the opulent, seven tier bed of our grand estate. I was most confused because the last time I had been roused from my sleep in such a manner was to the sight of a maid thieving from my underwear drawer for ritualistic purposes. I pride myself on being an… Continue reading In Which Cornelius Suffers An Unfortunate Bout Of Comedy Routine

Daily Chores

In Which The Secret Behind The Call Centre System Is Discovered

It was the day after the kitten knitting celebrations and my husband and I were most anxious to relax in the Eroticorium when, upon entering the front door of our grand estate, my husband noticed a letter marked URGENT. “Oh, do put it down Cornelius,” I exclaimed, my breast heaving like the underthroat of a frog.… Continue reading In Which The Secret Behind The Call Centre System Is Discovered