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Cougar Hunting

Cougar Hunting

 

A story in honor of Goddess Marquesa’s birthday on July 1

                “Look, mate! It’s the Blonde Bombshell! And tonight she’s alone,” Paul said, in what I had learned was a North London accent. He and I had met as freshman roommates at the University of West Florida. I was from the Midwest, he was from the UK, but we hit it off right away. We had a lot in common. Both of us had good looks and a way with the ladies. Both of us had an aversion to studying and a love for the party-hard lifestyle of our much richer classmates.

Our careers as undergraduates didn’t last, but our friendship did. After washing out of college we both stayed in Florida. It had good weather and was full of lonely, wealthy retirees. Paul and I drifted naturally into careers as local gigolos. We would frequently run across each other in the swankier beach side hotels, which were the best venues for “Cougar Hunting.” Read more…

Christmas Shopping

Christmas Shopping

 

A Christmas story inspired by Goddess Marquesa’s real-life adventures

 

 

“Hello,” I chirped as the woman on the other end answered her phone, “this is ‘Santa’s Little Helpers’ calling about your Christopher Radko ornament.”

Santa’s Little Helpers is a crafts and repair shop here in west Florida that specializes in wreaths, ornaments, and all things Christmas. After graduating at the height of the pandemic with a B.A. in Fine Arts (concentrating in glass sculpture) it was the best job that I could find. The work was seasonal, but the pay was decent, and the hours were not too brutal until mid-December, which is to Santa’s elves what “tax season” is to accountants. Read more…

The First Thanksgiving

The First Thanksgiving

 

a Thanksgiving tale conceived by Goddess Marquesa

 

“Welcome, ladies, and Happy Thanksgiving!” Goddess Marquesa said, smiling broadly as she raised her glass of wine to toast her two guests. All three women were seated around a dining room table set to receive a bountiful feast.

“Thank you!” Raven replied, clinking her glass against the Godess’s. Raven was a tall black-haired beauty, and had worn a bright red dress that accentuated the classic curves of her body, to mark the occasion. She batted long lashes at the Goddess and sipped prettily from her glass.

“You are the Hostess with the mostest!” Crimson chimed in, clinking her glass first against Raven’s, then against that of the Goddess. Her long red hair ran past her shoulders over her grey blouse and short green skirt. Shiny patent-leather black boots showed off the contours of her athletic legs. “I was so surprised to receive your invitation to Thanksgiving! Getting to spend this holiday with you is really special!”

Goddess Marquesa set her glass down and favored her guests with a warm smile. “You two girls are my besties,” she explained. “I could have celebrated Thanksgiving with anyone, but I wanted this year to be special.” Read more…

Monster Mash

Monster Mash

A Halloween story based on Goddess Marquesa’s past and future exploits

 

                “Why do we need professional help?” I asked as we approached the store. The sign over the door read “Maison Fantastique” in bold crimson letters on an amber background.

                “Because W/we need to match perfectly,” she replied, without turning to face me. I held the door open for her and she breezed into the boutique regally, explaining, “I want to win tonight’s costume contest at the BDSM Halloween Ball.”

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Rebirthday

Rebirthday

 

a story in honor of Goddess Marquesa’s Birthday on July 1

               I had been marking her movements very carefully since my girlfriend and I had followed her into the supermarket. My first view of her from the back was breathtaking. Gorgeous legs, lush blond hair, and a curvaceous figure that her sheer white sundress clung to enticingly. When she turned to procure a shopping cart and I saw her bewitching green eyes, my heart skipped several beats.

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