The road stretched out ahead as the shoes began their repetitive striking of the pavement. The air crisp and cooly filling his nostrils and lungs. Perfect weather to stretch the legs and push a bit harder today. As the sun sank down, down off the edge of the horizon leaving the dusk to keep the road lit, thoughts turned to the day before. Her brown eyes glanced up at him. She had been pulling a friday night piece of pizza from the box. Her expression mostly unchanging as she said, “no, you’re right.” It was one of those moments. A moment that was inevitable. There was a small voice inside him that said, “I know she’s gonna say Yes, when you’re not around I miss you and it’s totally different. “But she didn’t. She said what his heart thought she would say. The running shoes dug harder into the asphalt.
Tag: Surrender
In one of the most thrilling passages of Her audio trance,A Goddess Marquesa Christmas Adventure
Goddess Marquesa took another sip of her eggnog and looked appreciatively at her hostess’s Christmas tree. Mistress Henrietta made a good nog and had good taste in Christmas décor, the Goddess had to give her that. Right at eye level was a charming glass ornament, showing Santa on his hands and knees, ball-gag in mouth, being dominated by a gorgeously boot-clad, whip-bearing Woman. It could have been modeled on a scene six weeks ago, when Goddess Marquesa last saw Santa in person. Read more…
A Goddess Marquesa Thanksgiving Adventure
As a scientist, my training has prepared me to encounter the unusual. Even so, it was a shock when I saw myself walk through the door of my brother Irving’s home in the middle of Thanksgiving dinner. I had a wild, crazed look. Dark circles stood out under my eyes. I had lost weight. But it was unmistakably me. I recognized the lab coat that I wear in my work space at the University of West Florida.
“Eugene!” Irving shouted as I barged into the family room where I was already seated at the groaning festive table. “There are two of you! Or one-and-a-half, anyway….”
“I’m sorry,” interloper-me said, “I need to borrow myself for a minute.” Read more…
Note to the Reader: This story is one of wish-fulfillment. One of Goddess Marquesa’s favorite pass times. It is, of course, entirely fictional.
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“STOP! HOLD IT! PLEASE STOP! Stop right now. I don’t want him representing me!” If the defendant’s outcry doesn’t quite stun the courtroom, it certainly wakes it up. A loud outcry arises from the spectators and echoes through the space.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The judge’s gavel punctuates the outburst. “The defendant will come to order. Order in this courtroom.” To the defendant, “Sir, sit down and remain quiet!” Read more…
