“Madame Magda—Reader and Adviser” the carved wood sign read. It hung over the entrance to a door at a modest home in a residential area of a large city. Bob Cunningham looked around and again questioned the wisdom of his two friends who had advised him to see Magda. Over lunch he had told a couple of his friends that he had read about burglaries at art studios in town. Since he owned one of the larger galleries in the city he wanted to take more security precautions to protect his property. Both friends, also gallery owners, instead suggested that he visit Magda. They told him that she could tell, just by talking to him, if he needed more protection. Bob didn’t go in for mumbo-jumbo stuff like fortune tellers but his friends were so insistent that he agreed to see her just to placate them. Read more…
Tag: Masturbation
- Author name:
- Unknown Author
- Publish date:
- June 11th, 2013
- Discussion:
- No Comments
Sometimes I enjoy being an entertainment reporter. Sometimes I hate it!
Today began as one of those in-between days . . . .
I was on my way to Beverly Hills to do an interview on that kids show hostess, Lela, but she wasn t big news anymore. Her show had already been cancelled a couple of years ago now. Read more…
- Author name:
- sir neville
- Publish date:
- June 11th, 2013
- Discussion:
- 2 Comments
Lana was sitting in a chair reading New Reality, surrounded by dozens of back issues of the paper and various magazines including, of course, Whips & Chains. All revolved around the same subjects: Dominant Females! Erotic Hypnosis! Goddesses! Mistresses! Female Domination stories! Cross Dressing! Infantilism! And Her personal favorite: obedient pliable males! Read more…
- Author name:
- Unknown Author
- Publish date:
- June 11th, 2013
- Discussion:
- No Comments
The phone rang. When i picked it up i was told by the sexy voice “The Restaurant Next to Vacation Village. Reservation under your name. 7pm. Be there!” i was perplexed, i thought that i had recognized the voice from some of the files that i had downloaded off of the internet, but i never use my real name so how could that be? i thought that someone was playing a joke. It was probably one of my buddies that wanted to go to a strip club next to some place called Vacation Village. i thought “i’ll show them. i just won’t show up”. Read more…
- Author name:
- Unknown Author
- Publish date:
- June 11th, 2013
- Discussion:
- No Comments
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…
