The Magnificent Mistress was returning to Her palatial residence after an evening of dancing, domination and male degradation. As She pulled Her powerful sports car into the garage, She realized that someone was already there! Her high-tech alarm system even told Her which room the burglar was in!
She was, of course, curious as to who would have the courage to take the chance to burglarize the home of the neighborhood s acknowledged Hypnotic Highness. Read more…
Once inside the men’s restroom i placed the Hot Pink Silky Panties on top of the sink counter. i then removed my shoes and placed them under the sink. Next i took off my socks and placed them inside my shoes. Now i had to stop for a second to take a deep breath. my blood filled engorgement was busting through my slacks. i then proceeded to slowly and carfully unbutton and slither my pre-cum stained slacks down to my ankles. Read more…
My lovely wife Nancy and I had looked forward to this vacation. We had been married for nearly three years. Money being how it was, we didn’t have a real honeymoon and no holidays since. As we saved for our vacation we looked over travel brochures by the hundreds. Florida, Bali, Europe, Jamaica, Rio, Nepal, Africa. Scuba diving, sun, dancing, museums, safaris, mountain climbing – all were interesting but none captured our imagination.
Finally, we received in the mail a flier from “Occult Vacations.” It promised a tour of Northern England’s “haunted” castles. Guess in the process of our search we had hit all the mailing lists! Read more…
I walk into the doctor’s office and am immediately stunned at the sight of the receptionist. She is tall, slender, self-possessed, and (most notably for me), busty and curvaceous. My eyes are immediately drawn to her top half that is loosely but somehow obviously packaged inside a soft, white, silky, blouse. She wears no bra and the effect is mesmerizing. I stare for only a moment, but she definitely notices. I am certain of it – she tells me with her eyes. I am a bit embarrassed at being caught ogling her, but more than that, I am uncomfortable. Suddenly, my face feels red, my ears start burning, and my pants feel tight at the front. Read more…
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…
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