Tag: Masturbation

Picking Up The Tab (Chapter 6)

                She continues to perfectly pace Her ministrations with telepathic suggestions and commands:  Jussst..RELAXX!!…AND..ALLOW! THIS..RAPTURE TO..COME! OVER YOU!! — TO OVER-COME! YOU — TO..TAKE OVER — COMPLEETELEE TAKE OVER — YOUR MIND AND BODY — AND..ALLOW..MEEE!!..TO TAKE OVER YOUR MIND AND BODY…AND THIS FEEELS..SOOO GOOOD!!! — OHHHH SOOOO GOOOOD!!”Yeeesss!!!!”   Carefully pacing Her thoughts both with Her right hand, now lightly running Her fingertips over and around the cap of his shaft — and with Her left hand, as She delicately runs Her fingertips over Her clit, Marquesa deftly deepens their dreamy euphoria even as She throttles back on their arousal level.  And this does feel good — Soooo Goood!!  For each of them.  As She proceeds along, deep in trance alongside him, Her hypnotic suggestions and commands to him having long taken hold on Her as well, due to their swiftly growing rapport, and to the receptivity with which over the years Her inner mind has learned to assimilate and embrace Her suggestions to Her subjects.  “Yeeesss!!!…This feels..*Soooo Goood!*”  For a few moments, She savors Her mellowed out arousal, even as He savors his. Read more…

Picking up the Tab (Chapter 5)

             Pausing briefly, Marquesa reaches into Her purse to extract a pair of thin, tight-fitting latex examining gloves that snugly cover Her hand and extend a couple of inches up Her wrist.  It pleases Her to note that their white color blends almost perfectly with the white table cloth, a thought that hadn’t occurred to Her before She placed them in Her purse.  Quietly, unobtrusively, without Her customary ostentatious snapping of the elastic, She pulls them on.  Next, with Her left hand, She picks up the cruet and pours half a teaspoon of olive oil onto Her right gloved palm, and then, Read more…

Bad Bunny

This story was conceived by Goddess Marquesa, and is based on events She experienced

 

                “Humans are social animals.” I know I have heard it before, but I never gave it much thought or understood what it really meant. Until she taught me.

She was on a date with another man when she came into the restaurant where I work. I sometimes wonder if my life would have been different if the seating hostess had sat them at someone else’s station. Probably not. Karmic gravity would almost certainly have brought me into her orbit if she came within half a mile of me. Read more…

Trancegiving

            Goddess Marquesa looked at the four men arrayed around Her table. Each in his own way was yummy. The beefy stud to Her left was smiling pleasantly, as was his habit. The beautiful blond youth next to him was sulkily pouting, no doubt jealous that there were other men present. Across from him was a short, rather plump man with a bright look in his eyes. Next to the Goddess on Her right was an older man who could not hide a salacious grin.

“You boys all have a lot to be grateful for this holiday. Tell Goddess what you are most thankful for,” Goddess commanded. Read more…

The Shrine

     I found the shrine three weeks after moving into my new house. It was a secret room, secluded in the rear quarters of the beautiful old colonial manse in upstate New York. I had purchased the house, along with the fifty acres of property on which it was situated, hoping to have some seclusion. I had decided to retire as a hermit after the company I founded was bankrupted by the pandemic and my girlfriend left me.

The building was what my real-estate agent called a “fixer-upper.” I don’t really have any home improvement skills. But I figured that watching YouTube videos and learning how to mount drywall and apply spackle would be a good distraction from my personal woes. Read more…

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