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Hallowed be Her Name

“Harlot!”

The preacher at the podium screamed the word into his microphone, making it reverberate through the enormous, brightly lit sanctuary of the megachurch, in which hundreds of congregants were gathered for Sunday services. Like the other churchgoers, Goddess Marquesa was startled.

Her surprise intensified when she saw her own face appear on the giant LED screen mounted behind the preacher, which until that moment had been projecting placid images of wide prairies and sunny shorelines. Looking at the ceiling toward the front of the large auditorium, she saw the remote-controlled camera that had surreptitiously been trained on her. It had caught her in an upper-torso focus, so that the assembly got to take in the blond locks, emerald eyes, classic features and voluptuous breasts that gave her such seductive appeal. Read more…

Rainy Day Goddess (a poem; with apologies to Waylon Jennings)

Rainy Day Goddess

 

Are You a woman? A Goddess?

No more or less

Than both the same

In one fair frame.

How could light so Divine

Sparkle and shine

But from a woman’s heart? Read more…

The Surprise Party

My Dear submissive subbies and slaves,

I know that you always want to do more to adore and worship your magnificent Mistress.  Well, here’s your chance.  My beautious Birthday is coming up.  July 1st is the wonderful, worshipful, day.

Why not show your Mistress how much you crave to hear her voice by scheduling a phone conversation when you can personally wish Me a “Happy Birthday.”

Go to my Wonderful Web Site (Goddessmarquesa.com) for all of the details of how you can personally contact Me, your marvelous Mistress, Marquesa.

To get you in the proper mood…  Here is a special Birthday Story for you: Read more…

Eternal Seduction

            “You’ve been staring at my legs for twenty minutes.”

            This statement awoke me from my reverie. I only realized that it was true on hearing it. In this age of pandemic, time and space occasionally seem to collapse in on themselves, leaving one disoriented and without bearings. I had wandered out of my apartment and taken a seat on a bench in the nearby park, enjoying the sun and cool breezes while maintaining the required “social distance” from my fellow human beings. I had begun staring at the legs of the woman who sat on the bench opposite mine, some ten feet away. Read more…

Krystal Valentine

 

 

“What is this?” I asked, sipping the scotch my date had just poured me as I perused the décor of her condo.

“That is where I display my special slaves,” she said from across the parlor, as she finished pouring a drink for herself.

Up until that point it had been a very good date, which for me is saying something. A man does not get to my age as a bachelor without racking up a lot of dating experience, and I had not been so turned on by someone I had just met for a very long time. The mention of “slaves” was the first warning sign I had encountered, and it made me turn, just to make sure I had heard her right. Doing so gave me another look at her gorgeous legs and shapely ass, as she faced away toward a sideboard that held her liquor and glassware. Read more…

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