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Revenge Of The Cat Lady

marc angel — Sat, 06 Dec 2008 20:23:58 +1030

"Tighter!" Puck demanded.

"I can't pull any tighter. You're just too big."

"I am not. It's just too small." After Cindy knotted the leather corset Puck walked to her mirror. She bought the costume at Ribaldi's, the local bondage shop. Evidently Ribaldi's fantasy world extended beyond whips and plastic handcuffs. They thought all girls were size 2.

Puck adjusted a cat-ear tiara over her short, dark hair, and finished with leather chaps and a full tail. Her high heels clicked as she crossed the room. "Meow," she said to Cindy.

Sirens Of The Caribbean

marc angel — Wed, 22 Oct 2008 07:03:35 +1030

“You’re so prudish!” said Serena.

“Just because I haven’t been as adventurous as you doesn’t mean I’m prude,” Eve responded. “I mean, I could if the opportunity arose, but it hasn’t. It doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t do it. You’ve just been the one with all these wild experiences to flaunt.”

“Yes, I have and I don’t regret any of them. Too bad I’m involved with a bunch of Puritans,” said Serena.

“Hey, that’s not true!” Eve yelled.

Ice

marc angel — Wed, 06 Aug 2008 12:13:32 +0930

I entered the room and closed the front door. White votive candles, set everywhere, illuminated the darkness. Shadows danced on the walls. Soft music floated through the air. It felt warm and inviting.

Celeste sounded excited when she had called me at work.

“Hurry home, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

It was our special night together, a time randomly chosen, away from the busy lives we led. I looked forward to those times.

Artefacts

marc angel — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 13:29:08 +0930

It was well after midnight when Jess slipped out one of the British Museum's side doors and made her way to the car park on Bloomsbury Way. Double-decker night buses cruised by like red whales. The staccato of her high-heeled walk, echoing in the surreal London silence, made her self-conscious. As she entered the multi-story car park, she held her briefcase tighter to her chest.

The First Lady

marc angel — Fri, 25 Apr 2008 11:18:29 +0930

She had been my best friend since college. We were roommates for four years and had shared all the joys, pains, successes and failures of life since the day we met. Next to my husband, I was more comfortable with her than with anyone else. She was beautiful, smart and popular; everything I had always wanted to be, but wasn’t. She was a brunette with brown eyes that were deeply penetrating so as to be erotic without even trying. She was slender and firm with beautiful hands and perfect teeth. She was the total package.

Dear Diary

Maddy — Thu, 17 Apr 2008 20:25:48 +0930

Claudia hung up the phone, pulled out her journal and began writing...

God, I want her. Every time I talk to her I feel connected. Like there's finally someone out there who gets me for who I am and understands what I feel and what I want and need.

I want to meet her. I want to look into her eyes as we talk to each other. To hold her and touch her.

I want her to touch me. I want her to do to me all the things we've talked about. To taste and touch and explore my body. To show me what it's like to be worshiped and appreciated. I want her to take her time with me.

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My Sexy Roommate

Maddy — Fri, 04 Apr 2008 10:31:31 +1030

Shauna was my first experience with another girl. She and I were roommates in our first year at college, crammed into a two-bed, two-desk, and one-closet dormitory room on the third floor of a six-floor dorm. We did not pick each other; the college's computer paired us up. In retrospect, that computer did a wonderful job.

We were both eighteen, both from small towns, and both eager to start the "college life."

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Casino

Maddy — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 17:06:23 +1030

The air had become thick with cigarette smoke and I struggled not to cough. I wore my blonde hair in a chignon and a sleek, red dress clung to every curve of my figure. I avoided wearing too much make-up, preferring to accentuate my best features: my eyes and my lips.

I’ve always looked forward to a round in the casino. It brings me closer to my father, who had both lived and worked there until the day he died. Growing up, I lived a divided life: my mother’s home and my father’s gambling.

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Indulgence

Maddy — Fri, 01 Feb 2008 19:02:02 +1030

Sweat beaded her arms, neck, and chest as she surrendered her core to the music’s hypnotic cadence. As usual, a crowd formed around her, entranced with this Latin angel. She donned a gossamer pullover which barely grazed the top of her tanned thighs, strapless sandals, and a choker with a large piece of ivory nestled in between her perky mounds. With a mane of jet black curls and emerald eyes, she was mesmerizing.

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I Kissed A Girl

Maddy — Thu, 20 Sep 2007 13:48:41 +0930

I look at you shyly
You take my hand and smile
Because you understand
“It’s okay”, you whisper
“I was nervous my first time too”

Your satin lips
Press softly into mine
Sending electricity through my body
My heart is racing
This feels wrong

You lightly stroke my face
And I begin to relax
It may be wrong
But God it feels so good
As I give myself to you

I close my eyes
And press my lips forward
Warm tongues dancing
Slowly, deeply, passionately
The hottest kiss of my life

With my arms around your neck
And yours holding my waist
We move in steady rhythm

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