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The Big Lie

A story conceived by Goddess Marquesa
 
 
Note to the reader: Goddess Marquesa and Lady Krystal Mesmer are the true authors of all the stories on H-E, as their inspiration is both the sufficient and necessary condition for the production of each tale. But this story is even more special, in that it sprang directly from the fertile imagination of Goddess Marquesa Herself.

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Cupid in Chains

 

         I first saw her shortly after I was elected Mayor of this Florida West Coach beach town. She was stunning in a bright pink sun dress that hugged her curves and showed her magnificent breasts and shapely legs to devastating effect. The desire began with that first glance, but I had no idea how intense it would become. It was a sunny day and she was wearing sunglasses, so I would only be hit by her piercing green eyes later, when we had dinner in the evening. Those witchy eyes on top of her exquisite face, luscious form, and gorgeous blond tresses were almost too much to bear.

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It’s A Goddessful Life

A Goddess Marquesa Christmas Adventure

 

Goddess Marquesa took another sip of her eggnog and looked appreciatively at her hostess’s Christmas tree. Mistress Henrietta made a good nog and had good taste in Christmas décor, the Goddess had to give her that. Right at eye level was a charming glass ornament, showing Santa on his hands and knees, ball-gag in mouth, being dominated by a gorgeously boot-clad, whip-bearing Woman. It could have been modeled on a scene six weeks ago, when Goddess Marquesa last saw Santa in person. Read more…

Pilgrim in Time

A Goddess Marquesa Thanksgiving Adventure

            As a scientist, my training has prepared me to encounter the unusual. Even so, it was a shock when I saw myself walk through the door of my brother Irving’s home in the middle of Thanksgiving dinner. I had a wild, crazed look. Dark circles stood out under my eyes. I had lost weight. But it was unmistakably me. I recognized the lab coat that I wear in my work space at the University of West Florida.

            “Eugene!” Irving shouted as I barged into the family room where I was already seated at the groaning festive table. “There are two of you! Or one-and-a-half, anyway….”

            “I’m sorry,” interloper-me said, “I need to borrow myself for a minute.” Read more…

Halloween Candy

        Goddess Marquesa glanced down at the invitation once again. Yes, this was the right address. The grim Gothic mansion looked quite out of place among the pastel-hued condominiums of her West Florida beach neighborhood. She pressed the button next to the door. As an echoing metallic bell sounded from deep within the mansion, the Goddess thought she saw a bat circle quickly around the mansard roofed tower looming over the shallow portico. This place has just the right ambience for Halloween, she thought to herself. Read more…

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