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…

Addiction

Many of you may be wondering whether it is possible to become addicted to Me. Let me set your minds at ease, pets: it is. In fact, it is virtually impossible to do anything else, once I have admitted you into My world.

For some of you the thought of becoming addicted to Me might be troubling. You worry about becoming a junkie: weak and incapable, soulless and empty. Stop that nonsense right now.

I admit no men into My presence who are weak, incapable, soulless or empty. Only men who live full, content lives, who have varied interests and useful skills, can catch and hold My attention. I am too busy for needy scrubs. You don’t cum to Me because you need Me.

No. You cum to Me because you want Me. I am too fascinating. Too enticing. Too fucking SEXY for words. None of you can help being controlled by your desire for Me.

That is the essence of addiction. None of you began needing Me….even now you could live without me. But eventually you will all come to WANT Me so SO MUCH that you will do whatever you must to remain a part of My life.

Of course, being addicted to Me is different than being addicted to drugs:

1)Drugs do nothing for the addict, I create a new world for those who worship Me. Being a part of My life is PARADISE. I make you all more and better than you were. That is one reason (other than how DIVINE I am) that you can never escape Me- you love being what I make you, and don’t want this new and better self to disappear.

2)Drug addiction can be overcome. Loving Me is forever.

3)When a drug is taken away, all of its benign effects collapse. Even if a slave can no longer have contact with Me, he is better off for being Mine. The pain of yearning for Me makes you grow, and is sweeter than most of the so-called “pleasures” our shallow society cherishes. A decade of yearning for Me is better than a year of being anyone else’s lover.

How did reading this make you feel, pet? Aroused, I bet. Cum, don’t let the moment pass. Call Me and talk about it. I know you want to. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…..

Picking Up the Tab (Chapter 11)

   Still, there remains one final detail, one last demonstration of Her Power, to manifest.  “MYY PET,”  She transmits, using this term of address for the first time, indicating as much fondness for a subject as She can summon up,  “OUR EVENING IS COMING TO AN END…But before it does..EYYE WANT YOU..TO..JOIN ME IN A TOAST TO CELEBRATE OUR ENCOUNTER.  YOU WILL..OPEN YOUR EYES!..AND REMAIN DEEP a-SLEEP!!” Read more…

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