Armand sleeps comfortably and contentedly. Curled up in the fetal position and partly covered by a blanket, Goddess Marquesa’s pet derives the maximum use of an oval mattress lying on the bedroom floor at the foot of his Goddess’s bed, a location She judges a fit resting place for Her sleepy serfs. No, Armand isn’t hypnotized; he’s really and truly asleep, thoroughly exhausted from the sheer, unrelenting exhilaration and sexual highs he’d experienced at the hands of his Goddess three short hours earlier. Read more…
“Why have you come here?” Goddess Marquesa asked.
Have you heard of Violet Gordon Woodhouse (1872-1948)? Not many people have, which says much more about the sad state of society than it does about her. She was a brilliant musician, the greatest performer of baroque music in the world, perhaps in human history. Her recordings of composers like Bach are still appreciated today. 
I noticed her as soon as she came into my shop, Palm Tree Cards and Gifts of West Florida. She is the kind of woman who is noticed wherever she goes. The curves of her body, the litheness of her movements, and the general aura of her presence all command attention.
Most of us think that, since the cold war has ended, there are no more spies; that James Bond is out of work!
