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Are You Game?

Las Vegas is an unusual town. Everything is excessive: Money… Lights… Women… Entertainment… Gambling… Sex!

On this night the excessively beautiful, excessively mesmerizing, excessively sensuous Magnificent Mistress Marquesa was there too.

As the beautiful blond walked into the gaming room She saw Christopher sitting at a poker table playing against one man. A casino dealer distributed the cards in a game of seven card stud. Several sexy women stood around Christopher watching the game, hoping he would “choose” them. Read more…

Last Business Trip?

It had been a long day at the client site, with a lot of seeming small issues that took up so much time. It was late and all I wanted to do was get something to eat, try to relax and get back to the hotel.

I think I had sampled just about everything on the hotel menu, so I was very pleased to see a small restaurant I hadn’t noticed before. I went down the steps into a dimly lit very discreet room. The tables looked like they would seat just 2 people each and they were in little booths. I ordered dinner and a bottle of Pinot Noir. I was checking some of my documentation for the following day and sipping some wine, when I noticed Her. She was sitting at a table diagonally across the room from me. She must have seen me looking, because Her lips curved in a beautiful smile and as She turned slightly in Her chair to face me, She crossed her long, long legs. She was wearing very black sheer stocking, and high spike black open toed heels. The gold ankle chain, sparkling in the candlelight caught my attention as she began to swing her leg slowly. Read more…

The Journey

 

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…

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