As he drove to her house Jason was a little depressed. It had been a long week at work, and the last thing he felt like, was going to a baby shower. In fact he hated the idea. Still, there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t endure for Mia. In the one month that they had known each other, she had become the most important person in his life. He found himself almost dependent on her. An hour couldn’t pass without thinking about her, and a day couldn’t pass without hearing her voice. Ahh! That voice that was candy for the ears. Rich melodic tones that seemed to just wrap themselves around you like a lover’s embrace. Whatever her wish was, he would see to it. Read more…
Tag: Trust
- Author name:
- Mark Shaw
- Publish date:
- July 1st, 2013
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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…
- Author name:
- Unknown Author
- Publish date:
- June 25th, 2013
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It is morning. Marquesa and I stroll through the magnificent halls of the Chateau, entering the picturesque dining room for a buffet breakfast. I hold Her chair for Her as She sits, slowly and elegantly. The tag on Her blouse is up! As I tuck it in, the back of my hand brushes against Her perfectly done hair. Read more…
- Author name:
- Emerald Eyes
- Publish date:
- June 16th, 2013
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“Madame Magda—Reader and Adviser” the carved wood sign read. It hung over the entrance to a door at a modest home in a residential area of a large city. Bob Cunningham looked around and again questioned the wisdom of his two friends who had advised him to see Magda. Over lunch he had told a couple of his friends that he had read about burglaries at art studios in town. Since he owned one of the larger galleries in the city he wanted to take more security precautions to protect his property. Both friends, also gallery owners, instead suggested that he visit Magda. They told him that she could tell, just by talking to him, if he needed more protection. Bob didn’t go in for mumbo-jumbo stuff like fortune tellers but his friends were so insistent that he agreed to see her just to placate them. Read more…
- Author name:
- Unknown Author
- Publish date:
- June 16th, 2013
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The Magnificent Mistress Marquesa had been spending the week in New York City. When the local New York Doms heard the famous and beautiful Marquesa was in town they asked Her to come to The Vault, a NYC S&M club to demonstrate Her power over men. She was only too happy to make an appearance for the ladies and their slaves.
Cliff Jordan had been spending the week in New York City as well. He had been on a business trip and had worked every day from 8:00 in the morning to 7:00 at night. Each night he had then returned to his hotel room, eaten a room service dinner and gone to bed. Read more…
