Tag: Green Eyes

Gentle Persuasion

 

“3164…  On your feet!”

 

The prisoner does not resist.  He did at first, but now he saves his strength.  After at least a dozen interrogation sessions he knows that it will take all of his strength to resist the questioning, there is none to waste.  He wearily stands.  The guards enter.  One pushes him against the wall while her comrade pulls his arms behind his back and cuffs his wrists. Shackles bind his ankles with a chain that allows him to walk but not run.  He is shoved out of the cell and marched down the corridor as fast as his chains and his broken body will allow. Read more…

DESIGNING WOMEN

The divine Goddess Keyholder MARQUESA always had her lingerie custom made.   The beautiful, soft, frilly, fetching, feminine fripperies which adorned & highlighted her adorable form had been made for years by a specialist lingerie designer.

Her relationship with her lingerie designer was, by its very nature, closely personal – an intimate bond.  The designer, Evelyn, a woman much like herself, was successful, confident, assured, calm – commanding even.  Evelyn was about 40, again, close to MARQUESA’S age or maybe 45, & looked younger.  The 2 women, though similar in some respects, were complete opposites physically.  Evelyn, a brunette, was short & a little on the plump side dark where MARQUESA was a tall blonde with a classical female figure, full-breasted, a narrow waist & good hips, the whole ‘package’ as she waggishly referred to herself, supported by stunning legs. Read more…

Marriage Counselor


People come to Krystal with all kinds of problems. and she has been skillful enough to solve most of them.  Word of mouth is her most effective advertisement.

Clients who she has helped tell others … who tell others .. who tell
theirs…
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Kim & MaiLee

 

I am amazed at what has happened to me in the last week. I remember clearly what has happened but why and how are still a confused jumble.

I must commit these memories to writing-I don’t ever want to forget-and, just maybe, I will someday understand it all. In any event I pray this adventure never ends . . .

Friday morning I boarded the flight from Los Angeles. I had booked a seat in the First Class section and had the luck-I then thought-to be seated next to the most beautiful Asian woman I had ever seen. She was petite,five-one or so, even in her black high-heeled shoes. She was the sort of woman you noticed from the ground up: shapely legs encased in shiny, sexy black nylons; a short black skirt, flaring slightly at the top of her well-formed thighs. She had narrow hips, a flat stomach and tantalizingly well-formed breasts pushed into one of those “lift and separate” bras to form pronounced, sexy mounds. Her black knit blouse was tight and cut very low. Her long hair was a lustrous black as it cascaded down her back. Read more…

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