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I’ll Never Again Be the Same!!

 

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…

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…

Dr. Marlina Montefiore A Dynamic Force to Reckon With

 

Dr. Marlina Montefiore was a gorgeous, fabulously sexy, dominant and commanding woman. She had not always lived those last two traits, however. She sat in a large leather chair in Her opulent office as She contemplated all that had transpired in the last few months . . . all the changes. Her mind raced back to the argument She had with Her husband who had recently been hired as a press assistant to a conservative candidate for the U.S. House of Representatives. Read more…

Midnight Moon

James grinned up at the sky. Another day on the night shift in the harbor, and he was starting to enjoy it. He marveled at how many women left their lights on and curtains open at night while preparing for bed, and he had decided that his pair of binoculars was a very good investment. There was one little number who lived in a rather secluded building fairly far away from the harbor who he particularly liked. Long, brown hair, full, gorgeous breasts, and, from what he could tell, a knockout ass. He was leaning back in his chair and nonchalantly reaching for his binoculars, fantasizing about her, when all of a sudden, a low, sultry voice stopped him in his tracks.
“Hope you’re enjoying yourself, boy.” The voice came from right behind him. Read more…

Miasmo’s Pleasure Time! Part 4 (Chapters 7 and 8)

chapter 7.

Miasmo had laid her plan out in the minds of her enslaved female bodybuilders. They had been conditioned to perfection and now it was time to prepare for the delivery man’s entrapment.

The intended victim was in fact 22 years old, a wiry and lean built young man. Although he did possess a big cock as Miasmo had noticed when she caught him eyeing her up as she put on her long, leather gloves early one morning as she was leaving for an appointment. Miasmo had thought to herself that the prospective boy toy would make an excellent addition to her stable of willing slaves. She also had an evil idea that his effeminate features would lend themselves to her plans to feminise him and convert him into a maid for her mansion and all it’s occupants to enjoy. Read more…

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