The heavy oaken door of the looming gothic mansion creaked open slowly, revealing a dimly lit foyer strewn with dust and cobwebs. “You are expected,” rasped the ancient butler standing in the portal, his stony features icily unmoved by the sight of the beautiful woman standing before him. Green eyes flashed as she reciprocated her dry welcome with a dazzling smile. “I’m so glad,” she replied, her voice lush with tones of poise and experience, “I’ve been so looking forward to meeting the Count.” Read more…
- Author name:
- pawnofMarquesa
- Publish date:
- October 2nd, 2015
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“Holy Svengali, Batman, we’re trapped!” Robin cried, wriggling vainly against the ropes that bound him to the table.
“Yes, old chum,” replied Batman. “The last thing I remember was walking in to Goddess Marquesa’s lair. There was a voice and then…then…”
“We woke trussed up like chickens ready for roasting.” Read more…
- Author name:
- Aladys Toy
- Publish date:
- October 2nd, 2015
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It’s a quiet and soft evening
as i lay down on my bed
the player sitting on the nightstand
and the earphones on the pillow
The doors are closed
The curtains are drawn
And i am alone
i lay there on the bed
naked Read more…
- Author name:
- Servant john
- Publish date:
- September 18th, 2015
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i was sitting and reading at the lobby lounge at my hotel in my second day of vacation, it was at the evening and there was the Woman that i was looking at the Beach taking a tan with tree males around her always.Now, She was wearing a nice beach dress and sandals, i was wearing bermudas, t shirt and tennis shoes. It was the first time that i saw her alone and She walked in front of me with a superior smile looking that i was alone but she was to the reception desk, but She came back and ask me to sit in front of me and i said that is very nice to me, thanks. Then: Read more…
- Author name:
- Alan R
- Publish date:
- September 12th, 2015
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Marquesa worked her hands down his back, squeezing the muscles, kneading away the tension. He lay on the massage table, a white fluffy towel wrapped around his waist. She sighed as her fingers dug in. She hoped he would tell her that she could stop soon. Her hands were sore. Until then she would keep going. She had to. He owned her. Read more…