Inspired by Goddess Marquesa

This is your mind on My Voice 

This is your mind on My Voice 

A very long time ago before you were born….during WWII a movie srar named- Betty Grable’s legs were insured for $1 million. That was understandable, considering 1)her legs were almost as sexy as Mine; 2)tons of jizz had been spilled by horny GIs wacking off to her pinup photo.
On that scale My Voice should be insured for $100 million. My Voice has inspired more sexual arousal than any other force in human history. Combining the supernaturally sexy richness of My Voice with a twisted Imagination and a complete mastery of the esoteric arts of Erotic Hypnosis, I have propelled more cum flying out of more men than any twenty starlets and Victoria’s Secret models combined.

Ask any man who has experienced it. No conventional sex with any other woman can match the sheer erotic intensity of surrendering to phone trance with Me.

Cum feel the mind-altering, life-changing effects, pet. I know that both of U/us will be so glad you did….

Picking Up The Tab (Chapter 13)

POSTSCRIPT

 

                 Five minutes after receiving Her command, and exactly as Marquesa had ordered, Her inadvertent dinner host feels waking consciousness gradually returning.  Foggily, he emerges from his dream, his eyes flutter open, his vision and equilibrium begin to restore themselves, and, sluggishly, he begins to gather his wits.  At present, everything he sees seems to be taking place in slow motion.  Looking reflexively to his left where Marquesa had just been sitting, he dully notes that the place next to him had been set for dinner and, apparently, used, because Her dessert dish hasn’t yet been picked up.  Next, his glance falls on his own dessert dish, which remains untouched.  Upon seeing it, he looks around to catch a glance at whomever must have been seated next to him.  In the distance, he catches the briefest glimpse of the interesting lady who had invited him earlier to join Her in the corner as She passes out of view, and the moment he lays his eyes on Her, his mind quickens, and, simultaneously, a sudden inner voice commands him to pay the meal bill. Read more…

Birth of a Goddess

  I am and will always be a Mystery to you, pet. So many questions about Me will haunt you, delight you, divert you, but never be answered for you. For example: how is it that I am so Divine? Was I born that way, or did I make Myself so?

I’ll give you the only answer there is to that question: “Yes!” Chew on that for a while. And while you do, think about what you will do to celebrate My Birthday on July 1st.

Whatever the answers to all of the Mysteries that surround Me, one thing is for certain. I am entitled to be celebrated. Every day of course is an occasion to celebrate Me, but My Birthday is special. If I had not been born, your world would be so much poorer and more dismal, isn’t that so, pet? You must show thanksgiving, not simply for Me, but for yourself. It is imperative that you be mindful of the blessings that make your life so full.

So do the right thing. Celebrate Me. Stories, poems, songs, performance art pieces…all are appreciated. But material sacrifices are best. Send Me an Amazon gift card.online.  As I enjoy what you have provided for Me, you and I are connected….W/we become O/one. Doesn’t that sound nice, pet?

                Happy Birthday to Me!!!

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…

Picking Up the Tab (Chapter 12)

“Veerrry Goood!!!YOUR RESPONSE GREATLY..PLEASES MEE!”  She gives his cock an extra sensual squeeze to punctuate Her message.  Never hurts to leave him with a little positive reinforcement, She thinks.  But now, time to cease projecting Her Powwerr and move on.  Without taking off Her gloves, She starts to remove Her napkin from Her lap, but then She pauses, as a thought comes to Her.  She turns toward Her subject.  “EYYE am going to leave now,”  She transmits.  “Farewell, My Pet.  You have PLEASE!d MEE! more than you can know. Read more…

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