Smith looked at the woman seated across from him. She was blonde, with piercing green eyes. Magnificent legs sheathed in black silk and crossed alluringly in plain view. Full breasts displayed to enticing effect by a tight satin dress that matched her eyes. Her posture was confident and her demeanor serene, despite how he must look after so many beatings. She looked back at him with an enigmatic smile that projected confidence and calm.
“Who are you?” asked Smith.
“I am Goddess Marquesa,” she replied in a steady, richly captivating voice. Read more…
- Author name:
- moonlitman
- Publish date:
- August 14th, 2015
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Trembling after what he could only call the ‘unimaginable pleasure’, Ravar regarded his new Goddess with a hungry gaze; that it was the mere snapping of her fingers made it all the more decadent. She stood a foot taller than him on her golden high heels, skin of creamy alabaster hue, wearing a short leather wrap-around skirt, red thigh high sheer lace stockings, a red vest, bra cupping breasts as large as his head sticking an inch out of the vest. Blonde curls cascaded down from her head in sumptuous lion-mane like style to her bosom. Her face was just as the one he’d seen before the temple, but infinitely more lovely. Read more…
- Author name:
- moonlitman
- Publish date:
- August 7th, 2015
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Freshly shaved, showered, dressed and all round clean, Ravar walked down the steps that followed the square contours of his house, went past the hallway of the upper floor, and entered the open plan downstairs. A steady thrumming buzz filled the place, a riot of pollen born haze everywhere.
Hornets without number flitted here and there in lazy trails, alien and strange in their bright jackets; orange, red, yellow, even a few blue and black ones. Red roses and purple orchids, those plants offered to the only Goddess, were set out in rectangular plots on the windowsills around the place. Read more…
- Author name:
- moonlitman
- Publish date:
- August 7th, 2015
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Sweating in the desert lands is a common enough thing.
Chafing is a natural accompaniment.
Add in a manhood that will be hard all month, one that needs to be strapped down, and the situation becomes of a new order.
Ravar strode through the networked honeycomb of side streets off the main districts towards his house. At least, he tried to stride, but limped instead. His left leg dragged, tumescent glans rubbing painfully on the sheath where it had slipped by a fraction. Wincing, he lifted his foot awkwardly. Read more…
- Author name:
- moonlitman
- Publish date:
- August 7th, 2015
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Ravar gulped, shuffled, wondered if she could sense the thoughts forming in his brain.
“Ahh. I always wondered how you ladies found your way about.” he said at last, having failed to come up with something witty.
“Did you think I was incapable of such when you helped me in the Bazaar?” she asked softly.
He remembered that day well, for it was the night when he’d pledged allegiance, and more, to the Goddess. Laying with a whore in a slum brothel, west of the then closed Bazaar, he’d been taken to new levels of ecstasy. Amidst post-coital lassitude, he’d asked her where she’d learned her trade, being so amazed at her unearthly skill. Read more…
