Tag: Kneel

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…

Tabula Rasa (con’t) Days 6 & 7

Day 6

 

 

A change at breakfast today.

“Why don’t we talk?” Goddess Marquesa proposed as we sat down. “It might help distract you from trying not to look at my legs and breasts.”

“Why not let me move back to the other side of the table?” I asked. “Better yet, why not stop dressing so provocatively?” Her outfit was particularly seductive today- red shoes and skimpy red lingerie, complemented by sheer white stockings held in place by red lace garters. Read more…

Prayer

This story is a continuation of the author’s previous story, Lust Boat.  It is, in its own right, a beautiful stand alone story. – GM

 

Aldo looked at Goddess Marquesa’s sleeping form. She was as gorgeous as he remembered. The moonlight coming through her bedroom window revealed lines of age, or perhaps care, on her face. But no time or mood could detract from her beauty. Aldo could still feel the tingling on his cheek from the slap she gave him as the Federales dragged him off to prison. Even if she had not been his greatest enemy, she would be in all ways unforgettable. Read more…

Generosity

When you are a child the world is an enchanted place, and that magic can be both wonderful and terrifying. On the one hand, a bottle found at the beach might contain a genie. Santa’s workshop might be working on your perfect gift right now. But at the same time, when you are lying alone at night, the noise under your bed or in your closet might be a monster. The black cat that scurries across the sidewalk as you make your way to school might foretell sickness or injury. Read more…

Collared

A story conceived by Goddess Marquesa

A personal note from Goddess Marquesa: This story is a personal favorite of Mine because it references My number one pet. My Beautiful Borzoi.

This has nothing whatsoever to do with taboo subjects such as bestiality.  I would never consider such a story or fantasy.

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I had never seen such a beautiful dog before. She darted across my vision just as I looked up from my Tolstoy. It felt like a sign, and was- though of what, at the time, I could never have guessed.

It was a cool, sunny, smog free day, and so I had decided to take my research outdoors. I had been camped out in the park for about an hour, reading and taking notes, when she appeared. She was a black-and-white Borzoi, and was bounding happily across the field on which I sat as if she owned it. Her coat was long and lustrous, her eyes bright with mischief, her frame animated by all the power and graceful agility of her breed. My eyes followed her involuntarily, my research momentarily set aside. Read more…

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