i was sitting and reading at the lobby lounge at my hotel in my second day of vacation, it was at the evening and there was the Woman that i was looking at the Beach taking a tan with tree males around her always.Now, She was wearing a nice beach dress and sandals, i was wearing bermudas, t shirt and tennis shoes. It was the first time that i saw her alone and She walked in front of me with a superior smile looking that i was alone but she was to the reception desk, but She came back and ask me to sit in front of me and i said that is very nice to me, thanks. Then: Read more…
Tag: Marquesa
- Author name:
- Alan R
- Publish date:
- September 12th, 2015
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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…
- Author name:
- pawnofMarquesa
- Publish date:
- September 5th, 2015
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Smith looked at the woman seated across from him. She was blonde, with piercing green eyes. Magnificent legs sheathed in black silk and crossed alluringly in plain view. Full breasts displayed to enticing effect by a tight satin dress that matched her eyes. Her posture was confident and her demeanor serene, despite how he must look after so many beatings. She looked back at him with an enigmatic smile that projected confidence and calm.
“Who are you?” asked Smith.
“I am Goddess Marquesa,” she replied in a steady, richly captivating voice. Read more…
- Author name:
- moonlitman
- Publish date:
- August 7th, 2015
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Ravar gulped, shuffled, wondered if she could sense the thoughts forming in his brain.
“Ahh. I always wondered how you ladies found your way about.” he said at last, having failed to come up with something witty.
“Did you think I was incapable of such when you helped me in the Bazaar?” she asked softly.
He remembered that day well, for it was the night when he’d pledged allegiance, and more, to the Goddess. Laying with a whore in a slum brothel, west of the then closed Bazaar, he’d been taken to new levels of ecstasy. Amidst post-coital lassitude, he’d asked her where she’d learned her trade, being so amazed at her unearthly skill. Read more…
- Author name:
- Snell
- Publish date:
- June 12th, 2015
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She hadn’t intended to meet him.
In fact, she had taken a conscious decision not to.
He was perfectly capable of getting a cab, after performing a little ‘task’ at the airport to ensure that when he arrived, he would be properly – appropriately – prepared for her initial interview.
She loved first meetings. All the hours, weeks – months even – of preparation now coming to fruition. When she took control. Total control. Complete and utter domination. And that wonderful moment when they realised that they really were going to become a submissive slave. The realisation that, in fact, the process had begun a long time ago. That it was now well progressed & irresistible. She loved it when they felt the jaw-dropping reality that SHE was in control. Of them. And it was now just a matter of time. Always slowed down, so that they experienced every last element of the step-by-step process which would render them hopelessly, helplessly – but always consciously – aware of their fate & the terrifying [for some of them – hah! – s.o.b.’s who had thought they were ‘playing’ her or just playing along] realisation that sooner or later [depending on her whim – slow or quick – but not too quick] they would succumb. Utterly. Deliciously [for her] and – depending on her whim & his performance – quite possibly exciting – & assuredly instructive for him. Read more…
