Here’s my contribution to the diaries.  Let me know what you think about Miranda and my Jamie. 

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© 2007 Celia Kyle ~ All Rights Reserved

Miranda inhaled a deep calming breath and exhaled slowly through her mouth as she sat on hold, waiting for a representative from Discreet Dildos, Inc.

Checking the status of her shipment online, she was surprised to see that her order had been delivered to her office earlier in the day.  The only problem she found with that was that she did not, in fact, have her order in her hands.  Someone in the office had her package with the chair tucked safely inside and, damn it, she wanted what she paid for.

As if the fact that it was missing wasn’t enough, she had no idea who signed for the package or when. 

Anyone, anyone, in the office could have it. 

They could have it and open it. 

They could have it, open it, and see that the bright pink blow-up chair with an attached eight inch dildo. 

They could have it, open it, see the pink blow-up chair that promised hours of orgasms to her sub Ethan, and read the shipping invoice with her name printed on it!

She had to find that package before somebody else did.  No ifs ands or buts about it.  Operation “Find the Pink Pony” was on.  (more…)