A Goddess Marquesa Halloween Adventure
“Geez, Scoob! Who’s the pretty lady?” asked Shaggy, a trace of drool showing on the scruff of his chin, “And why is Velma crawling on the floor?” He and the other members of Mystery, Inc. had just been let into the front door of an attractive West Florida condo, to come face to face with an even more attractive West Floridian woman. She had blond hair and deep green eyes, and wore a low-cut aquamarine dress that showed off her magnificent breasts and gorgeous legs to stunning effect. Read more…
Note to the reader: This story is based on actual events.
I noticed her as soon as she walked in the pub, and I wasn’t alone. Curly blond locks falling around graceful shoulders. An hourglass figure so sexy it seems unreal. Legs… her legs… even now words fail me. She wore a short black dress that accentuated every thrilling curve of her body. Her eyes are a green hue so uncanny they must be enchanted. One look at her made me dizzy from how hot I became, and how fast. 
She stood over me silently for several minutes. Nothing is more terrifying than her silence. I knelt obediently, eyes downcast, unable to resist stealing glances at her through my peripheral vision. She is soooo beautiful. Standing tautly erect, her magnificent legs and tits, her regal air, drew every ounce of my energy toward her with irresistible magnetism. Her face, cast in fury, was so gorgeous I felt like my heart might explode from the sight. 
“I want to p-purchase a Valentine’s Day g-gift certificate for one of your customers,” the man on the other end of the phone said. It was my first day of work at the Cupid Salon. The shop was busy and the boss had barked at me to answer the phone. Something about the man’s voice gave me the chills. He spoke as if he was in a trance. A trance of love. No…..worship. 
