A story conceived by Goddess Marquesa
The envelope was on heavy stock suitable for a formal invitation, Inside was a card announcing a limousine service exclusively for executives visiting Southern California; also enclosed was a short, handwritten note that said simply “We’re so certain that you will want to use our services that we are offering you complimentary pick-up and full time limo service on your next trip. Please call MarquesaCo.” A number was printed on the bottom. Read more…
A Goddess Marquesa Christmas Adventure
Goddess Marquesa took another sip of her eggnog and looked appreciatively at her hostess’s Christmas tree. Mistress Henrietta made a good nog and had good taste in Christmas décor, the Goddess had to give her that. Right at eye level was a charming glass ornament, showing Santa on his hands and knees, ball-gag in mouth, being dominated by a gorgeously boot-clad, whip-bearing Woman. It could have been modeled on a scene six weeks ago, when Goddess Marquesa last saw Santa in person. Read more…
Note to the Reader: This story is one of wish-fulfillment. One of Goddess Marquesa’s favorite pass times. It is, of course, entirely fictional.
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“STOP! HOLD IT! PLEASE STOP! Stop right now. I don’t want him representing me!” If the defendant’s outcry doesn’t quite stun the courtroom, it certainly wakes it up. A loud outcry arises from the spectators and echoes through the space.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The judge’s gavel punctuates the outburst. “The defendant will come to order. Order in this courtroom.” To the defendant, “Sir, sit down and remain quiet!” Read more…
It started with a wrong number.
“Hello, pet,” the woman’s voice cooed into my ear. “I have been thinking naughty thoughts of you.” It was only ten words, but they sent chills down my spine and warmth through my loins. Becoming so turned on so quickly gave me vertigo, I lost my bearings.
“I’m sorry,” I stammered, “is this Fred’s Garage?”
The voice on the other end laughed, a sound which again stoked a furnace of desire inside me.
