To the gentle, rhythmic stimulus of Her subject’s hand in Her lap, Marquesa’s body reflexively begins to respond. Contracting gently, Her pelvis begins to move in synchrony with his ministrations, so naturally that this movement happens at the very edge of Her sensory awareness — if She senses it at all — and Her body from Her kneecaps up to Her navel begins to move in and out in the same rhythm. Certainly, Marquesa has placed Herself a mood that is most receptive for dessert. Read more…
Tag: Worship
She continues to perfectly pace Her ministrations with telepathic suggestions and commands: “Jussst..RELAXX!!…AND..ALLOW! THIS..RAPTURE TO..COME! OVER YOU!! — TO OVER-COME! YOU — TO..TAKE OVER — COMPLEETELEE TAKE OVER — YOUR MIND AND BODY — AND..ALLOW..MEEE!!..TO TAKE OVER YOUR MIND AND BODY…AND THIS FEEELS..SOOO GOOOD!!! — OHHHH SOOOO GOOOOD!!”…Yeeesss!!!!” Carefully pacing Her thoughts both with Her right hand, now lightly running Her fingertips over and around the cap of his shaft — and with Her left hand, as She delicately runs Her fingertips over Her clit, Marquesa deftly deepens their dreamy euphoria even as She throttles back on their arousal level. And this does feel good — Soooo Goood!! For each of them. As She proceeds along, deep in trance alongside him, Her hypnotic suggestions and commands to him having long taken hold on Her as well, due to their swiftly growing rapport, and to the receptivity with which over the years Her inner mind has learned to assimilate and embrace Her suggestions to Her subjects. “Yeeesss!!!…This feels..*Soooo Goood!*” For a few moments, She savors Her mellowed out arousal, even as He savors his. Read more…
Christmas Shopping
A Christmas story inspired by Goddess Marquesa’s real-life adventures
“Hello,” I chirped as the woman on the other end answered her phone, “this is ‘Santa’s Little Helpers’ calling about your Christopher Radko ornament.”
Santa’s Little Helpers is a crafts and repair shop here in west Florida that specializes in wreaths, ornaments, and all things Christmas. After graduating at the height of the pandemic with a B.A. in Fine Arts (concentrating in glass sculpture) it was the best job that I could find. The work was seasonal, but the pay was decent, and the hours were not too brutal until mid-December, which is to Santa’s elves what “tax season” is to accountants. Read more…
Rebirthday
a story in honor of Goddess Marquesa’s Birthday on July 1
I had been marking her movements very carefully since my girlfriend and I had followed her into the supermarket. My first view of her from the back was breathtaking. Gorgeous legs, lush blond hair, and a curvaceous figure that her sheer white sundress clung to enticingly. When she turned to procure a shopping cart and I saw her bewitching green eyes, my heart skipped several beats.
This story was conceived by Goddess Marquesa, and is based on events She experienced
“Humans are social animals.” I know I have heard it before, but I never gave it much thought or understood what it really meant. Until she taught me.
She was on a date with another man when she came into the restaurant where I work. I sometimes wonder if my life would have been different if the seating hostess had sat them at someone else’s station. Probably not. Karmic gravity would almost certainly have brought me into her orbit if she came within half a mile of me. Read more…
