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…
Tag: Emerald Eyes
- 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:
- MarquesasPuppy
- Publish date:
- October 31st, 2014
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The anticipation kept building, through the freeway traffic, the checkout line at Victoria Secret, to the long walk to Her door. As i lifted my hand to knock, my knees were quivering in anticipation of what would happen next…
Slowly, but firmly i knocked, then it happened…that marvelous, melodious voice summoned me to enter and i obeyed.
my eyes adjusted to the dimly lit entryway from the bright sunlight. i once again heard the Siren’s call.
“Turn around.” Read more…
- Author name:
- Puppy Pete
- Publish date:
- October 10th, 2014
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- No Comments
As I got older Halloween became less and less inviting, but more captivating. Let me explain, you see I grew up in a neighborhood where you could trick or treat for blocks and most of the houses participated. They did it right! Big candy bars, m&m’s, homemade treats (from people we knew), even dollar bills.
My friends and I had established an usual route that we ventured off to every Halloween just before dusk. It started at my friend George’s house, because he was the most centrally located. We circled each of the ten blocks as fast as we could, then go back to the houses that offered the best candy, switching up our costumes a little. Yes, we were sneakily little candy hounds. Read more…
- Author name:
- pawnofMarquesa
- Publish date:
- July 4th, 2014
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The castaways headed for shade. Their lifeboat had bobbed about for several hours in the previous night’s storm; the placid morning finally found them grounded on a sunny beach that ended at a densely grown forest. There was no one else in sight.
“Bring the emergency kit,” the woman said curtly and with only a slight turn of her head, not deigning to look back at the object of her command. She was extraordinarily beautiful- tall and curvaceous with jet black hair that came down to the center of her back. She was dressed more for an evening on the town than a shipwreck. A short black dress hugged her enticing frame, exposing gorgeous legs sheathed in sheer black hose. Read more…
