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Part 1 Coyote Hits the Road
Normally, the screw-up would have really set me off. These guys had been a problem since we hired them. But for once I had no problem controlling my temper. On the contrary–I had to be careful not to sound happy. The subcontractor that was screwing up was in LA. And somebody would have to go down and decide if they were salvageable or we were better off just dumping them and re-bidding the contract. “God, I hate LA,” I said, trying my best to sound disgusted, “but tell them I’ll be there Monday morning”. Read more… |
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- Author name:
- Not-so-Wiley Coyote
- Publish date:
- November 4th, 2013
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- No Comments
She had agreed to go with me to the new Getty Museum after our second session. We talk like old friends in the car–effortlessly and fast, as though we know we haven’t enough time to talk about everything we’d like. When I attempt to reconstruct our conversations afterwards, however, I never seem to have enough dialogue to fill the time we talked. It’s as if there are gaps in my memory “tape” of our conversations. That’s puzzling because my memory is good, and most things associated with Marquesa are too hard to erase, not too easy. |
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- Author name:
- pawnofMarquesa
- Publish date:
- September 4th, 2013
- Discussion:
- 1 Comment
Bill glanced at his Rolex as he entered the coffee shop; he was in a rush to get to the office as usual. The tables were crowded with customers, but the line was not too long this morning, about five people. He would be pushing his luck, but he dreaded facing a day of client interviews and meetings without his morning latte. He took his place at the end of the line.
She was there again, two customers ahead of him. Recognizing her gave Bill a pang of annoyance. On Monday they had had an altercation. He had been running particularly late that morning, and had shouldered to the head of the line. The others on line didn’t make a peep, but she had turned out to be pretty feisty. First she had scolded him for his bad manners. When he had tried to give her the brush off (“Look, lady, I’m in a rush….”) instead of clamming up she had gotten angry. What had she called him? A boor? A jackass? Anyway, it had been a lot of trouble to get a freaking latte. Read more…
- Author name:
- pawnofMarquesa
- Publish date:
- August 28th, 2013
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- No Comments
As soon as she walked onto the elevator, Phil became fidgety. He was sharply dressed, with his work suit and leather briefcase, but she was disconcertingly beautiful: the picture of an Amazon queen. Golden ringlets framed a face that was kind and open, but her eyes…they were such a rare shade of jade green, and flashed with such intensity, that her gaze was hard to meet. She wore a short, low-cut floral print dress well suited to the warm weather, and Phil had to struggle to keep from leering at her breasts and nylon-sheathed legs.
She smiled at him. He tried to voice some sort of greeting, but could only make his lips move to frame some dry rasping noises from his throat. Nodding as if they both understood his meaning, he looked down at his feet, resigned to riding to the lobby in abashed silence. Read more…
- Author name:
- Goddess Marquesa
- Publish date:
- August 24th, 2013
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- No Comments
This Post Was Written By Mistress Kat
S/M SENSUALLY & STERNLY MAN-IPULATED
S&M is like a kaleidoscope of forbidden and delicious feelings— wicked delights, sadistic curiosity, gleeful selfishness, narcissism, superiority, extreme self-indulgence and of course, high sexual arousal. I feel as though I’m expanding in body and soul. It’s a feeling of grandness like a Queen at Her coronation.
What seems paradoxical is the fact that I care deeply about the very person I’m “using”. Regardless of how close they may or may not be to me in “ordinary” life, I always feel a unique affinity— for example, even for submissive strangers met at a party.
…We have shared moments of remarkable intimacy, trust and transcendence. But, the Real attraction of Dominance and submission is that it’s HOT! Done right, and with the right person, it is really hot and in volcanic dimensions. And— in surprising ways. For example, I never would have thought it possible that I could have an “O” inflicting pain. But I have.
– Mistress Kat
