MarQe 's Study

Sadly & with regret the brief 'incorporation' of 'Sexuelle' within MarQe's Study as come to an end. I would like to wish Elizabeth Forster the very best with both her books & indeed any future ventures she may undertake as a blogger. Sorry the little plan did not work out Liz ...

Hugs MarQe

Will those of you who enjoy masturbating or being masturbated please put your hands up.



What, none of you? Oh I see! Your hands are busy. Yes, I get the picture.





Well here’s some good news for you. Both of my books, Educating Anna and Sins of the Flesh, are going to be produced as audio books. The contracts have been signed, so it’s just a question of time.

So for those of you who would appreciate having a free hand when hearing about the misadventures of a couple of erotically curious young girls caught up in a self perpetuating vortex of pleasure and punishment,




your time will shortly be coming.



No pun intended of course!

Please! I don't want to be spanked!



So long as we are discreet, no one will realise.



I know he plans to spank me tonight, but once he sees me in my new underwear…….




We’re in love!



I could really get to enjoy this!




Do we really want to get into this sort of thing?




And he hasn’t even seen my maths results yet!



I’m ready, Sir.




Boy! Is he going to be in for a surprise!





Oh why was I stupid enough to tell him what I got up to at the office party?



Please let it be the cute little dark one who gets first go!



I don’t know, but I keep thinking I've forgotten something.

“If you can dream and not make dreams your master….." (Rudyard Kipling)





Possibly as true now as when he wrote it in 1895 , though I doubt if he would approve of how I'm am choosing to interpret his words. Dreaming is something we all do and I’m sure that some of the more intelligent animals also dream, but what separates human kind from the animals is fantasy, dreams we write ourselves for our own pleasure, scenarios we play over in our heads as we lie in our beds and induce that glorious swirling arousal that makes our loins melt and our limbs glow.




Fantasy is such a big subject I won't even be able to scratch the surface of it in one short posting like this. It is without beginning or end and is as varied and fascinating as we are. In a fantasy we can be dominant or submissive, a different sex or age, or in a different time and place. Fantasy can take us back in time or forward into the future.

Maybe you are a young maid with a strict housekeeper who takes out her frustrations on your stinging bottom,





but then, as fantasy does, the two of can find your naked bodies entwined in Sapphic embrace.





Maybe you're a nun in a convent where the things you pray for actually happen,






or possibly at night your body is visited by a ghost, your naked limbs caressed and fondled by its exploring hand,





or then again, a vampire comes to your bed, taking pleasure from your virgin body as she sucks your throat till you swoon.





Confining myself to more earthly boundaries, I think it’s a reasonable assumption that those of you who visit this blog and those like it have fantasies that involve giving or being on the receiving end of a spanking, but even here we find there are endless variations on a theme. Your thoughts on the subject can be wholly imaginary or based on things close to home. You’re a man for example with a secretary who's too cute and provocative for her own good,



and you endlessly find yourself imagining her lithe little body squealing and giggling across your knee while you teach her a lesson, her knickers down and her pretty young bottom yours for the taking.





Maybe it's you who is the secretary in question, and that’s just exactly where you dream of being, and wondering why does he never does it.







Fantasy of course tends to be a very personal thing, something that you keep locked away in your mind’s strong room which, unlike cyber space is completely safe and cannot be hacked into, but there's little that beats the pleasure of shyly confessing a fantasy to a lover, only to find that he or she harbours the same dark thoughts so suddenly the two of you are able live them out for real.




Whatever your fantasies, secret or in the public domain, I wish you pleasure with them, and should you wish to tell me about any of them, realised or not, I would be interested to hear.