In Marquesa’s lovely home of devious delights is a small green crystal bottle… Do not be deceived, the bottle may be small but what it contains will shock you. Marquesa, sweet, innocent, devious delightful Marquesa may invite you for a visit. By all means visit Her, bring Her presents, spoil Her give Her reason to smile and maybe She will show You the wonders of that unique piece of glass… Read more…
Tag: Strip
- Author name:
- pawnofMarquesa
- Publish date:
- September 4th, 2013
- Discussion:
- 1 Comment
Bill glanced at his Rolex as he entered the coffee shop; he was in a rush to get to the office as usual. The tables were crowded with customers, but the line was not too long this morning, about five people. He would be pushing his luck, but he dreaded facing a day of client interviews and meetings without his morning latte. He took his place at the end of the line.
She was there again, two customers ahead of him. Recognizing her gave Bill a pang of annoyance. On Monday they had had an altercation. He had been running particularly late that morning, and had shouldered to the head of the line. The others on line didn’t make a peep, but she had turned out to be pretty feisty. First she had scolded him for his bad manners. When he had tried to give her the brush off (“Look, lady, I’m in a rush….”) instead of clamming up she had gotten angry. What had she called him? A boor? A jackass? Anyway, it had been a lot of trouble to get a freaking latte. Read more…
It was another boring, I mean relaxing Friday night with nothing on television so I had opened my iPad to see about playing some games online. I couldn’t get off my mind last weekend when we had gone to the Comedy Club and one of the acts had been a hypnotist, a very beautiful hypnotist with green eyes that seemed to be beckoning me.That must have been the lapse that captivated me and drew me to have just enough abandon, for before I realized it, I was up on stage listening to just a few sweet seductive words that soon had me floating in willing compliance to whatever this mesmerizing Goddess suggested. For it seemed she wasn’t expressing different ideas, it was really my words, my will being told through her. And oh it felt so good, each word she said sent me deeper into a dream state with waves of pleasure flowing through my body. Read more…
- Author name:
- sir neville
- Publish date:
- July 28th, 2013
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There are no side streets in Las Vegas but Scott turned a corner and there seemed to be less neon and blinking lights. He spied an entrance with a simple painted sign that said “The Marquesa’s Crystal Palace.” And displayed on boards on either side of the entrance were photos of some very beautiful women …
Scott was what you would call a hell raiser. A hard drinker, he often got into fights when he was drunk and won most of them. He also liked to push women around after he had had a drink or two . . . and tonight, he felt like a drink or two ….
Once inside Scott took a seat at a table and looked quickly at the menu placed there, hardly noticing the imprint: “The Crystal Palace, A MarquesaCo Enterprise.”
…. of course even if he had noticed he wouldn’t have known what it meant anyway. Read more…
- Author name:
- Aladys Toy
- Publish date:
- July 23rd, 2013
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Of all the things I thought would wake me Monday morning, having Mistress Marquesa calling me ten minutes before my alarm went off and telling me “Be here early Friday night… I want your cock” wasn’t one of them.
I was utterly stunned and I vaguely recall answering “Yes Mistress” to Her. Read more…
