Fletcher looked at the tape held in his hands, an old VHS cassette, marked: “Marquesa- Session 1.” Dr. Gomez, his supervisor, had expressly warned him that this material was off limits in general, much less to junior residents. Fletcher had only been working at the Kleinman Center for the Study of Human Sexuality for two weeks. He had learned of the existence of the tapes just three days ago. But since then the curiosity had been building inside him uncontrollably. Read more…
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- Author name:
- pawnofMarquesa
- Publish date:
- October 24th, 2017
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“You’re trembling. You’ve recently had a traumatic experience,” Doctor Weiss said.
“Yes,” Robert replied.
“Let’s talk about it,” Weiss encouraged from behind where Robert lay. “Try to relax.” Read more…
- Author name:
- pawnofMarquesa
- Publish date:
- March 22nd, 2017
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This exquisitely enticing and excitingly erotic story is a collaboration. The story was conceived and produced by Goddess Marquesa, and it was put to paper by pawnofMarquesa. Of the story, Goddess Marquesa says, “This is a story that I feel no matter what one’s hypnotic erotic fantasies of domination are… All will enjoy it.” “I liked this story so much I applauded!!! :)” We think you will too!
- Author name:
- pawnofMarquesa
- Publish date:
- November 26th, 2016
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The passengers lined up at the gangplank gawked, the anticipation of boarding a luxury cruise ship momentarily forgotten in the shock of an uncanny spectacle. The sight of a grown man, on his knees, bawling like a toddler, was titillating and disorienting all at once. Almost as unnerving as the man’s hysterics was the blithe indifference of the woman he had accosted. Read more…
- Author name:
- pawnofMarquesa
- Publish date:
- July 11th, 2016
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“Dear God in Heaven.”
Those words went spontaneously through my mind as I walked into the copy room. She was bending over a box of letter-size reams, so that her short, tight dress rode up her thighs and exposed the garters holding up her stockings. The supple curves of her ass and the contours of her legs made my heart skip several beats.
“Mr. Fredericks,” she said, straightening with a stack of paper clasped in both hands. “Put this into Tray 1 for me.” She handed me the white sheets and breezed by me toward the door, not pausing to see if I would accede to her command. Read more…
