Tag: Blonde

Transmigration (Part I)

Sam smiled as I slid the ten-dollar bill into his tip cup. I sat at the bar, and nursed my drink, looking around. An average looking redhead came in, and sat at the end of the bar. When she looked at me, I knew instantly what sort of woman she was. I’d seen many like her, coming in here with hopes of leaving on the arm of a future husband. Read more…

“The Present”

“MADAME MARLA’S LINGERIE STORE” said the large illuminated sign hanging over the store front. Brett thought this was worth a look. He liked lingerie on his girlfriend, so why not? He liked to buy her new things to wear every so often to turn him on. And she was only too happy to oblige! This was a new store to him and he hoped to find lots of new tantalizing, and if he was really lucky tasty, treasures there! Read more…

The Tables Are Turned

Monica was beautiful—all blond hair, full lips, round and lush breasts, voluptuous hips. Long, lean tanned legs finished the picture. Her eyes were a deep blue and her complexion was clear and fair. She was dressed in a short black skirt, white silk blouse and very-high-heeled black patent leather pumps enveloped her lovely, erotic feet. She wore small simple gold earrings and a matching gold chain as jewelry—but suspended from the delicate chain was a large, multifaceted aquamarine crystal which matched her lovely eyes. Read more…

SYLVIA The Marquesa’s Nemesis

It was not as if She was looking at him but She was looking into him! he tried to avert his gaze, thinking that if he could just avoid making direct eye contact with Her, he could avoid the helpless feeling washing over his mind. But, he found he couldn’t. Knowing himself, he knew all his will to resist Her was draining from his body. Only minutes before he felt he was in control, but now as She spoke, his insolence was gone. his chauvinistic attitude had deserted him. It was as if She spoke with Her eyes as well as Her voice. Her voice of honey and silk was the only thing he could hear. he could see nothing but the deepest, most intense, most compelling, flashing emerald green eyes in the world. Her eyes! Read more…

Spirit Goddess

As usual, my ordinary wife and I were on our own sides of the bed. My slave cock and balls were consumed by such lust that fondling and playing with them were a definite must. As my big hand reached the stroke of twelve, i was summoned by a Siren voice that could not be ignored: “slave . . . slave . . . look upon Me, slave boy. . . .”
As i was opening my eyes, i was thinking in fright, “Shhh, ‘You’ll wake my wife and then there will be a big fight!’ “
To this came a silky reply: “Don’t worry, you slut, she won’t hear My voice. I read and project thoughts so don’t talk, slave boy.” Read more…

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