The color was high on her cheeks and as she turned her face to mine, she gave a nervous whoop of laughter.
“My God!” she breathed. “This is thrilling! Go faster!”
I grinned. A blind corner leaped out, and I punched my way back down through the gears, my touch light on the wheel. The car dipped as I braked suddenly, and then skidded across the road, and into the path of an oncoming truck…
A Literary Perusal
April, 2 nd .
Leticia and Jonah undressing each other .
Leticia reached impulsively for the buttons of my shirt, but I trapped her hands and held them tight. “No,” I said softly.
I felt tension creep into her fingers. I smiled down into her eyes. “Let me undress you first,” I said.
I let go of Leticia’s hands and they fell to her side. I ran my hand down the soft perfect skin of her cheek.
“Undressing a woman for the first time is something very special,” I said softly as I deftly unfastened the top button on her blouse. “It is an exquisite moment that can never be repeated, so it needs to be enjoyed.” Her blouse fell open to my fingers, gaping apart like a silken curtain so that I could see the lace cups of her bra.
“Undressing a woman for the first time is like opening a bottle of 1811 Napoleon Brandy,” I went on in a whisper. “It is something to be savored: you need to delight in the moment, draw it out so that is becomes an unforgettable instant. The textures, scents, aromas of a woman’s body are delights that a man should gloat over and take great joy in, because there is nothing as sensual and soft and arousing as a woman in the hands of a skilled man.”
I peeled Leticia’s blouse from her shoulders and she stood before me, breathing in ragged little gasps…
Chicks Controlled by Books
April, 2 nd .
Jason Luke finds a fan at his desk reading book 2 on his computer.
It was a real dungeon door – a real one built by a local carpenter. Jason Luke pushed the heavy door open… and froze at the threshold of his office. There was a woman sitting behind his desk. She was blonde, maybe thirty years old. She had long hair that cascaded down across her shoulders. She was sitting in his chair, leaning attentively over his laptop so the author could see the deep cleft of her cleavage.
“Who are you?” the author asked quite calmly. He had never seen the woman before. She looked up in alarm – swung herself round in the chair like a startled gazelle. The woman got out of the chair. She had long brown legs beneath a skirt that was too short.
“I’m Debbie,” the woman said anxiously.
“And what are you doing?”
The woman looked guilty. “I’m looking for the sequel to IwaM on your computer. I want to know what happens in the story.”
“So you broke in?” Jason Luke made a mental note to have the locks changed. He stayed in the doorway – came no closer to the woman.
She nodded. “I’m a fan of Jonah. I wanted to know if he was going to live through the sequel. I want a happy-ever-after. I was getting worried. I read your interviews…”
Jason Luke nodded – but he wasn’t happy. He studied the woman carefully. “I can’t tell you what is going to happen,” the man confessed. “I still haven’t started on the book.”
The woman smiled suddenly, like she was pleased. “Good,” she said, with a breath of relief. And then she hitched up her skirt until it was high around her waist, and revealed a snub-nosed pistol, strapped to her upper thigh. She aimed the weapon at the writer. “Then take a seat, jerkweed,” she snarled. “You’re going to tell the story the way us readers want it told. You start typing… I’ll tell you what is going to happen.”
Chicks Controlled by Books
April, 2 nd .
Jonah at an office meeting thinking of Sherry.
“What are you thinking about?” Leticia asked softly.
I blinked. It was a meeting with Leticia and her editors at the newspaper about another series of articles. And here I was, my
“My God!” she breathed. “This is thrilling! Go faster!”
I grinned. A blind corner leaped out, and I punched my way back down through the gears, my touch light on the wheel. The car dipped as I braked suddenly, and then skidded across the road, and into the path of an oncoming truck…
A Literary Perusal
April, 2 nd .
Leticia and Jonah undressing each other .
Leticia reached impulsively for the buttons of my shirt, but I trapped her hands and held them tight. “No,” I said softly.
I felt tension creep into her fingers. I smiled down into her eyes. “Let me undress you first,” I said.
I let go of Leticia’s hands and they fell to her side. I ran my hand down the soft perfect skin of her cheek.
“Undressing a woman for the first time is something very special,” I said softly as I deftly unfastened the top button on her blouse. “It is an exquisite moment that can never be repeated, so it needs to be enjoyed.” Her blouse fell open to my fingers, gaping apart like a silken curtain so that I could see the lace cups of her bra.
“Undressing a woman for the first time is like opening a bottle of 1811 Napoleon Brandy,” I went on in a whisper. “It is something to be savored: you need to delight in the moment, draw it out so that is becomes an unforgettable instant. The textures, scents, aromas of a woman’s body are delights that a man should gloat over and take great joy in, because there is nothing as sensual and soft and arousing as a woman in the hands of a skilled man.”
I peeled Leticia’s blouse from her shoulders and she stood before me, breathing in ragged little gasps…
Chicks Controlled by Books
April, 2 nd .
Jason Luke finds a fan at his desk reading book 2 on his computer.
It was a real dungeon door – a real one built by a local carpenter. Jason Luke pushed the heavy door open… and froze at the threshold of his office. There was a woman sitting behind his desk. She was blonde, maybe thirty years old. She had long hair that cascaded down across her shoulders. She was sitting in his chair, leaning attentively over his laptop so the author could see the deep cleft of her cleavage.
“Who are you?” the author asked quite calmly. He had never seen the woman before. She looked up in alarm – swung herself round in the chair like a startled gazelle. The woman got out of the chair. She had long brown legs beneath a skirt that was too short.
“I’m Debbie,” the woman said anxiously.
“And what are you doing?”
The woman looked guilty. “I’m looking for the sequel to IwaM on your computer. I want to know what happens in the story.”
“So you broke in?” Jason Luke made a mental note to have the locks changed. He stayed in the doorway – came no closer to the woman.
She nodded. “I’m a fan of Jonah. I wanted to know if he was going to live through the sequel. I want a happy-ever-after. I was getting worried. I read your interviews…”
Jason Luke nodded – but he wasn’t happy. He studied the woman carefully. “I can’t tell you what is going to happen,” the man confessed. “I still haven’t started on the book.”
The woman smiled suddenly, like she was pleased. “Good,” she said, with a breath of relief. And then she hitched up her skirt until it was high around her waist, and revealed a snub-nosed pistol, strapped to her upper thigh. She aimed the weapon at the writer. “Then take a seat, jerkweed,” she snarled. “You’re going to tell the story the way us readers want it told. You start typing… I’ll tell you what is going to happen.”
Chicks Controlled by Books
April, 2 nd .
Jonah at an office meeting thinking of Sherry.
“What are you thinking about?” Leticia asked softly.
I blinked. It was a meeting with Leticia and her editors at the newspaper about another series of articles. And here I was, my
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