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Miasmo’s Pleasure Time! Part 3 (Chapters 5 and 6)

 

Chapter 5

Several weeks had passed in the Miasmo mansion. She had trained and overseen Leila’s new fitness program. Her bodybuilder’s body was now even more muscular and sculptured to Miasmo’s tastes with hypnotic techniques and body enhancing drugs employed to further these ends. Miasmo’s two new girl slaves had been kitted out with erotic French maid’s uniforms. The slave boys had been trained to cum on command or to be in hours of orgasmic denial, yet forced to watch Leila perform in lesbian trysts with either or both of the two maids. Read more…

MADAME MORPHIA’S TRANCING LESSONS

He was nervous and late. He had just been out for his regular run. Then he realised that today was his first ballroom lesson at the “Trancing dancing” studio. He never could work out that title. Neither could he quite grasp why his instructor was called “Madamme Morphia”. Maybe today he was about to find out.

He rang the bell and the automatic door buzzed as he went in. He followed the signs to the studio. His curiosity was aroused to learn why some read “Don’t get too tired now”. Read more…

Last Business Trip?

It had been a long day at the client site, with a lot of seeming small issues that took up so much time. It was late and all I wanted to do was get something to eat, try to relax and get back to the hotel.

I think I had sampled just about everything on the hotel menu, so I was very pleased to see a small restaurant I hadn’t noticed before. I went down the steps into a dimly lit very discreet room. The tables looked like they would seat just 2 people each and they were in little booths. I ordered dinner and a bottle of Pinot Noir. I was checking some of my documentation for the following day and sipping some wine, when I noticed Her. She was sitting at a table diagonally across the room from me. She must have seen me looking, because Her lips curved in a beautiful smile and as She turned slightly in Her chair to face me, She crossed her long, long legs. She was wearing very black sheer stocking, and high spike black open toed heels. The gold ankle chain, sparkling in the candlelight caught my attention as she began to swing her leg slowly. Read more…

The Journey

 

I had decided that I would schedule my upcoming trip to Asia on an airline that didn’t have an American flag painted on the side of the plane—what with all the terrorist attacks and other crap going on. In fact, I booked my flight on an Asian airline that I knew almost nothing about.

When I arrived at LAX I was pleasantly surprised to see a shiny new Boeing B-747-400 — the kind with the first class seats all located in that upper-deck “bubble.” As I climbed the stairs I saw that I was the only person booked into first class and I settled into my seat. I decided to sit in the seat opposite the jump seat that the flight attendant sits in for takeoffs and landings and when she sat down for the takeoff I was very, very happy I had chosen this airline and this seat! “Oh my god! . . . Wow! . . . This could be the most memorable flight of my poor, sex-starved life . . . just for the takeoff alone!” I thought to myself. Read more…

Beauty Sleep

SILKY SATIN SEX -THERAPY (AKA VENUSIA’S SECRETS)

Go to a sex therapist! That’s what my very on or off girlfriend Serena said I should do to make her more on than off.

Everything was fine until problems at work and other nagging worries a few weeks ago joined with Serena’s sudden, unexplained absences. Now my “Love wand” appeared to be waning. This had happened in the dim and distant past. Things would start fine, then ZZZZZZZAP!!! off went the power and on came the stress and “Deflation”. And even when it worked better it would peak way too early. The more I thought about it the worse it got. According to my doctor, everything was supposed to be ok physically though. Read more…

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