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Rebirthday<\/b><\/p>\n

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a story in honor of Goddess Marquesa\u2019s Birthday on July 1<\/i><\/p>\n

\"\"\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 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.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I could not take my eyes off of her as my girlfriend and I shopped, walking through the sections of the market on a course that paralleled hers. As our paths diverged I made an excuse about needing to go to the bathroom, so that as my girlfriend headed to the Dairy Aisle I doubled back in search of the dazzling blond temptress. After a few minutes I found her, and struggled to overcome my fear and guilt.<\/p>\n

\u201cH-h-hello\u2026.,\u201d I stuttered, approaching her very tentatively in the Bakery Aisle, where she was waiting at the counter.<\/p>\n

She smiled. \u201cI was wondering when you would work up the courage to approach Me. You\u2019ve been staring at Me for quite a while now,\u201d she declared nonchalantly.<\/p>\n

Her coolness threw me completely off balance. I had been expecting surprise\u2026fear\u2026even hostility. This blithe greeting, as if I were an old acquaintance with whom she had a scheduled rendezvous, made my timid shyness even more disorienting.<\/p>\n

\u201cY-y-you saw me staring?\u201d I stuttered haplessly.<\/p>\n

This made her laugh. \u201cSaw you?\u201d she teased. \u201cI could practically feel your eyes all over My ass as I walked in!\u201d<\/p>\n

I must have blushed bright red, because she laughed again. Before I could speak, we were interrupted by the baker manning the counter. \u201cHere is your order,\u201d he said, holding up a cakebox to the stunning blond siren. I imagined that the look on the baker\u2019s face was the same as I would see in a mirror. His eyes widened and his breathing went shallow as he relished this moment of contact with the exquisite customer.<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you,\u201d she said, favoring the baker with a brilliant smile as she placed the cakebox in her shopping cart. Turning her attention back to me, she asked, \u201cWhat did you want to say?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI-I-I wanted to beg you for your phone number,\u201d I forced myself to declare. \u201cI know that must sound strange.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot at all,\u201d she cooed. \u201cBegging Me comes very naturally to men. Did you want to get on your knees?\u201d<\/p>\n

I hesitated, thinking she must be joking, but her expression showed no sign of mirth. While I stood dazed, she asked, \u201cWas that woman you came in with your wife?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo\u2026.uh\u2026.my girlfriend\u2026.\u201d I mumbled<\/p>\n

\u201cWon\u2019t she be angry if I give you My phone number?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, yes\u2026.I know\u2026.but\u2026.I can\u2019t\u2026.I can\u2019t help myself\u2026.\u201d I stammered, trying to explain.<\/p>\n

My words trailed off to silence, and she looked me over intently. I could not help thinking that she might wear the same expression while surveying a cantaloupe that she was considering purchasing in the Produce Aisle. After almost a minute, she asked, \u201cDo you often accost women in the supermarket?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, never,\u201d I avowed. \u201cYou see\u2026.you see\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes?\u201d she prompted, her voice rising in mild pique as I choked on my words.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou see,\u201d I finally continued, fighting through my shame, \u201cin the last few years I\u2019ve had this problem\u2026.I take pills, but\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

One perfect eyebrow rose on her stunning face. \u201cOh, I understand,\u201d she declared, glancing down at the enormous erection that she had aroused in my pants.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d I barked, embarrassed by my own lack of tact. \u201cI know that is too much information\u2026I don\u2019t know why I\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShhhh\u2026,\u201d she soothed. \u201cDon\u2019t worry. I\u2019ve heard this kind of thing many times. Confessing to Me comes as naturally to most men as begging. You can\u2019t help the effect I have on you.\u201d<\/p>\n

I lowered my eyes and shuffled my feet uneasily. \u201cWell,\u201d I said, \u201cI suppose you must be busy\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re sweet,\u201d she said, her tone suggesting she had made up her mind about something. Pointing to the cakebox in her cart, she said, \u201cToday is My birthday. I\u2019m having a little party for Myself and inviting some of my boys over. Hmmm\u2026.I hadn\u2019t planned on getting anything else for Myself, but what the hell?\u201d<\/p>\n

All of a sudden she was right next to me, her lips beside my ear. I could smell her perfume and feel the soft caress of her breath against my neck as she whispered, \u201cListen to My Voice\u2026.You feel yourself getting sleepy\u2026.so sleepy\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

The next thing I can remember, I was standing just inside my apartment, shutting the front door behind me. I don\u2019t know how I got there from the supermarket, or why I had no bags of groceries. My phone was in my right hand. The screen showed that I had a voicemail from my girlfriend. I hit play:<\/p>\n

\u201cYou bastard! Who was that woman whose feet you were kneeling to kiss by the Bakery Counter?!? How dare you walk away from me while I was talking to you! We\u2019re done! Don\u2019t call me again!!! -Click-\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>I shook my head, trying to clear the fog. I felt something in my left hand. Looking down, I saw I was holding a name card. \u201cGoddess Marquesa,\u201d it announced in green embossed letters. It had an address and a phone number, and bore the impression of a gorgeous pair of lips, done in lipstick the same shade as that worn by the blond siren in the supermarket.<\/p>\n

\u201cGoddess Marquesa\u201d I said, the name feeling like a prayer as I spoke it out loud. Looking at the clock hanging on the wall by my front door, I was seized by alarm. \u201cOh!” I gasped, aware that I was pressed for time without being about to explain how I knew. \u201cI have to get ready. Her party will be starting soon\u2026\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

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The End<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Happy Birthday to the Divine Goddess Marquesa! May all of Her worshipers show their love with ardent sincerity, creativity, and generosity!!!<\/i><\/p>\n

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