Tag: Nipples

Cynthia & Anahnka: Queen of the Nile

Professor Smith from the Archaeology Department at State University was supervising the opening of a new pyramid just outside Cairo. The recent resurfacing and repair of Egypt’s archaeological treasures had exposed the entrance to this new, fully buried, ancient crypt.

After he was notified of the new find, the professor immediately flew to Egypt. Among the exploration party was Cynthia Johnson, a brilliant graduate student. She was a tall, strong and well-shaped woman with gorgeous long, dark hair. Her complexion was a deep olive, completely flawless. During the dig she most commonly wore a khaki outfit consisting of shorts and a short sleeve shirt. Due to the sun she often wore a pith helmet. Boots and long black socks finished her outfit. She didn’t design the outfit to be sexy, but with her full, lush body and perfectly tanned, baby smooth skin, it was!
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Prisoner of Passion

Part 1
Initiation

Pain.

It covered him from head to toe and pulled him back to consciousness.  After a moment he opened his eyes to the blurry world around him and tried to understand.  The memories came flooding back too fast for any comprehension.  Memories of his search for his friend and teammate, plunging into the enemy base, and then the fight….

They lost.  They lost the raid on the base and he was taken captive.

With comprehension sinking in, he tried to focus in on where he was now.  He moved his bruised arms and began to rub at his eyes, wiping away the sleep and willing the world into focus. Read more…

MY STORY (Another “My Story”)

Goddess Marquesa [pronounced “Mar-key-sa” in line with a carefully reasoned rationale] looked breathtakingly alluring.

She surveyed herself critically in the mirror.  The beautiful woman in the mirror stared back at her.  The face was perfect, as it always had been.  It was a beautiful face.  Feminine.  Naturally.  But with that special element of the eternal female.  Warm.  Soft.  Alluring.  Possessing wisdom & character.  A compelling face.  Good bones – she thanked her genes for the bones.  As every woman knows, having good bones – the brow, cheeks, good jaw – means always retaining a youthful look – not a young girl.  Like a full bodied red wine – or a rose.  Just approaching its absolute peak of perfection.  After all, she wasn’t 20 any longer – thank goodness.  But she sure as hell looked pretty good.  Her bewitching emerald eyes, artfully made-up, were steady – intelligent, bright with the hint of a sparkle – or maybe a glint?  Her generous mouth, flawlessly painted ruby-red lips, was in a state of natural repose, with the hint of a smile – a secret smile of amusement.  ‘La Giaconda’ perhaps?  Perhaps.  Hmmm. Read more…

MOMMY MISTRESS

 

my name is angela……now.
i am a 46 year old business executive who has had and held a secret desire for a very long time. A secret desire that is now being realized in a satisfyingly sexy and yet safe way. This past year, i have had the privilege of spending time with Mistress Marquesa and being trained by her in ways i have always dreamed of! i won’t waste time getting to the point…..so let me share with you the facts.
Mommy Mistress Marquesa has hypnotized me and regressed me back in time. She has also transformed me into a pretty, pliable and very horny girl (which is what i have always, since i can remember…craved to be.) i have been instructed by Mommy Mistress to keep a journal of my transformation and below you can read one of my most entries.

Deeply hypnotized and totally under Mommy’s control is where i want to be and where i feel most safe, secure, content and satisfied. i am never alone or lonely when i am Mommy’s plaything and i truly feel so completely fulfilled serving as Mommy’s little SEX toy.
i hope you find my hypno-journey down into that very special decadent place of sexual surrender to be a titallating tale and one that you won’t soon forget!
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Matriarch may i? Part III

NO PORTION(S) OF THIS STORY, NOR THE WORK IN ITS ENTIRETY, MAY BE STORED, COPIED, TRANSMITTED, ALTERED, OR USED IN ANY OTHER WAY(S) WITHOUT THE EXPRESSED, WRITTEN PERMISSION OF THE COPYRIGHT HOLDER.

Now I am standing over Bradford. In the depths of his eyes I can see his unbridled hunger for Me. I allow My thick, lustrous, jet black hair to cascade to its full length. His unwavering eyes, greedy to be engrossed in Gargantuan gluttony of My gorgeousness, show forth his appreciation of this spectacle. Little does he know of the tremendous tortures awaiting him and the plenteous pleasures I have in store for his immediate subjugation, our mutual amusement, and My long overdue coronation in and dominion over his heart, mind, soul, spirit, and body. Read more…

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