Tag: Marquesa

Picking Up The Tab (Chapter 13)

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                 Five minutes after receiving Her command, and exactly as Marquesa had ordered, Her inadvertent dinner host feels waking consciousness gradually returning.  Foggily, he emerges from his dream, his eyes flutter open, his vision and equilibrium begin to restore themselves, and, sluggishly, he begins to gather his wits.  At present, everything he sees seems to be taking place in slow motion.  Looking reflexively to his left where Marquesa had just been sitting, he dully notes that the place next to him had been set for dinner and, apparently, used, because Her dessert dish hasn’t yet been picked up.  Next, his glance falls on his own dessert dish, which remains untouched.  Upon seeing it, he looks around to catch a glance at whomever must have been seated next to him.  In the distance, he catches the briefest glimpse of the interesting lady who had invited him earlier to join Her in the corner as She passes out of view, and the moment he lays his eyes on Her, his mind quickens, and, simultaneously, a sudden inner voice commands him to pay the meal bill. Read more…

Cougar Hunting

Cougar Hunting

 

A story in honor of Goddess Marquesa’s birthday on July 1

                “Look, mate! It’s the Blonde Bombshell! And tonight she’s alone,” Paul said, in what I had learned was a North London accent. He and I had met as freshman roommates at the University of West Florida. I was from the Midwest, he was from the UK, but we hit it off right away. We had a lot in common. Both of us had good looks and a way with the ladies. Both of us had an aversion to studying and a love for the party-hard lifestyle of our much richer classmates.

Our careers as undergraduates didn’t last, but our friendship did. After washing out of college we both stayed in Florida. It had good weather and was full of lonely, wealthy retirees. Paul and I drifted naturally into careers as local gigolos. We would frequently run across each other in the swankier beach side hotels, which were the best venues for “Cougar Hunting.” Read more…

Picking Up the Tab (Chapter 12)

“Veerrry Goood!!!YOUR RESPONSE GREATLY..PLEASES MEE!”  She gives his cock an extra sensual squeeze to punctuate Her message.  Never hurts to leave him with a little positive reinforcement, She thinks.  But now, time to cease projecting Her Powwerr and move on.  Without taking off Her gloves, She starts to remove Her napkin from Her lap, but then She pauses, as a thought comes to Her.  She turns toward Her subject.  “EYYE am going to leave now,”  She transmits.  “Farewell, My Pet.  You have PLEASE!d MEE! more than you can know. Read more…

Picking Up the Tab (Chapter 11)

   Still, there remains one final detail, one last demonstration of Her Power, to manifest.  “MYY PET,”  She transmits, using this term of address for the first time, indicating as much fondness for a subject as She can summon up,  “OUR EVENING IS COMING TO AN END…But before it does..EYYE WANT YOU..TO..JOIN ME IN A TOAST TO CELEBRATE OUR ENCOUNTER.  YOU WILL..OPEN YOUR EYES!..AND REMAIN DEEP a-SLEEP!!” Read more…

Picking Up the Tab (Chapter 10)

                     To the gentle, rhythmic stimulus of Her subject’s hand in Her lap, Marquesa’s body reflexively begins to respond.  Contracting gently, Her pelvis begins to move in synchrony with his ministrations, so naturally that this movement happens at the very edge of Her sensory awareness — if She senses it at all — and Her body from Her kneecaps up to Her navel begins to move in and out in the same rhythm.  Certainly, Marquesa has placed Herself a mood that is most receptive for dessert.  Read more…

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