Tag: High Heels

My Immortal Beloved

 

“It was a dark and stormy night. The rain pelted the windshield like banshees on a mission from hell.”

“Will you please shut the fuck up? This would never had happened if you didn’t have to take the scenic, back road route to nowhere, you idiot!”

I looked into my wife’s contemptuous eyes and clicked off the headlights of the car. Then I made a face at her in the darkness, knowing she couldn’t see. I couldn’t recall the last time she had a sense of humor, if indeed she ever did. Read more…

I’m available, Take Me

I lie naked on your examination chair as your assistant binds my ankles into the stirrups. You twist the special tube Mabeline 510 Lip Gloss you’ve prepared for me and a thick stream of creamy fluids oozes from the opening. I feel it being drawn to my lips. With months of therapy I instinctively begin to pucker and pout. You begin to apply it in thick swabs and make sure to coat around the outside to give them a thicker and larger appearance. You continue to twist the tube of special gloss and allow a generous amount to coat the inside of my lips and mouth as you encourage my tongue to taste it. The taste is wonderful and I cannot seem to stop wanting more as some is naturally swallowed. I feel my eyes begin to close as my mind goes into a trance and my body begins to tingle. You smile as more gloss is licked away knowing that once tasted, this addictive special formula begins to quickly render the final changes you’ve desired in me. Read more…

The Football Game

 

The Magnificent Mistress Marquesa is a sports fan.

One of  Her favorite “secret pleasures” is the CFL, the Canadian Football League, and every once in a while she will journey to the Great White North to watch one of the wide open exciting games up there.

This particular week, Our Goddess decided to travel to Toronto to watch the Argonauts play the Rough Riders.  She particularly enjoyed the Toronto stadium because there was actually a hotel attached to the stadium itself and one of Her many subjects had given Her not only tickets to the game, but a weekend at one of the hotel’s field-side suites.  Read more…

Dr. Victoria Dominique (Part One)

 

It was a short six years ago that the Beautiful Dominant Mistress Marquesa de Sade was doing volunteer service at a Shelter for Battered Women not far from her home in Marina Del Rey, on the west side of Los Angeles. Suddenly a sobbing and obviously beaten and battered young lady crawled into the shelter. The girl was an extremely attractive 23 year-old, literally bursting out with an abundance of natural sexual beauty. She had been married just a little under a year to a very handsome and buff body builder named carlos.

Her name was Victoria Martinique and her husband, as it turned out, was an especially egotistical bastard who had been spoiled rotten by his mother and by other women nearly all his life. he was a bully whose natural selfishness had never been corrected in his childhood and early manhood. But since he had ventured out into the real world some three years earlier, he had become filled up to his ears with frustrations when he found that people no longer kowtowed to his every whim and ambition. During this time he developed a very mean streak of jealously regarding all of his possessions- which, in his mind, included his young wife – that was a classic case of paranoia. Read more…

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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