usually describe the physical attributes of my characters in great
detail, because I specifically want my readers to imagine their own
perfect fantasy coming to life.
Sometimes, as in the case of “Chainsaw Chicks of Chinese Camp,” the
ethnicity of my characters do matter. It was important to have each of
the four main women represent diverse backgrounds because they’re
Amazonian archetypes – the ideal women from the four corners of the
earth. Here’s an excerpt:
* * *
“Wanted for small part in independent film, big beefy boys,
construction worker types, well-endowed front and back. Please reply
with photos, especially of your plumber’s smile, and short letter of
interest.”
Melissa turned to her sisters, tossing her pale blonde hair over her
shoulder. “So what do you think?”
The other three amazons, their toned bodies standing over six feet
tall and just as beautifully endowed as Melissa, nodded to each other
in approval.
“Run it,” Shandra proclaimed, her generous, dark lips curving in a
devious smile. Elena slid over and caressed her, olive skin on ebony,
while Ursula met those generous, dark lips with her own in a sensuous,
slow kiss.
“Done,” said Melissa, turning away from the computer to join in the fun.
* * *
Later in the story, our multicultural quartet dominates and pegs a
number of different white men, clearly establishing that they are the
bosses in a delicious turnabout move from days past. This isn’t just
vanilla couples sex, it’s rainbow sherbet with strawberry sauce in a
waffle cone bowl.
This is just one of the stories in my collection, however. Chicks in
Charge is primarily a fantasy-science fiction short story collection
with erotic content, so in these pages are a number of alien and
strange encounters where the women come out on top. After all, why
should mixed couples be limited to humans only...?
An Erotic Short Story CollectionOver 20,000 words of intriguing and playful delights where women come out on top in a variety of ways!
Chainsaw Chicks of Chinese Camp: Are the legends true? Are four amazons lying in wait in this tiny rural town for their perfect boy toys to come along and play with them?
Zap: While researching a possible preventative for epileptic seizures, a scientist stumbles onto a very interesting use for her new app.
Take Me To Your Leader: In this 1940s retro tale, a military translator gets up close and personal with some newly-landed alien emissaries.
The Gnome World Order: Find out what really goes on underneath those seemingly innocent pointed red hats.
Little Shoppe of Enchantments: Augustus Pound takes a wrong turn with some rather questionable results. This version includes the longer alternate ending, not available anywhere else!
Cowboy: They seemed like ordinary women in the greasy spoon in town, but they had plans for Jack Barnes and his equipment.
Rosa Erotica: Lyrical and touching. A 500-word ode to the spirit of the rose goddess and a warrior's epiphany.
Excerpt
The Zap App
The next day, she made a few alterations to her application, reversed
a few things, and then waited for Richard to make his morning
appearance. She didn’t have long to wait.
“Good morning,” he said, right behind her ear.
“Good morning, Richard,” said Veronica, then she tapped the button.
Instantly the sound of coffee splashing all over the floor met her
ears, and she turned to see her nemesis staggering backwards until he
crashed into the cubicle wall, which threatened to topple into the
next space over. His eyes were partly rolled up into his head and he
was moaning and gasping, his twitching body slowly sinking
horizontally onto a filing cabinet. With a grin that was triumphant,
surprised and slightly sadistic, she tapped the button again to see
what would happen when she turned the app off.
A noticeable wet stain at the front of a medium-sized pants tent
caught her attention. Had the poor man wet himself?
“Ohgod,” was all he could manage for at least five minutes as he
recovered. Veronica began to wonder if she should call a medic, and
coworkers started to crowd in her doorway to see what the hell had
happened.
“It’s all right,” she reassured them. “Still working on that epilepsy
app. Must have reversed something.”
“That was... that was...” Richard spit out, trying to regain the gift
of language. “Fucking incredible...”
Confused, Veronica stared at him.
“What?”
“Incredi... mind-blowing. Best orgasm ever...”
Now that, she hadn’t expected. But something about it sounded vaguely
familiar. She turned her back on her human lab rat as the embarrassed
coworkers made themselves useful elsewhere. A quick search on
“epilepsy” and “orgasm” brought up research on the phenomenon known as
the “orgasmic aura,” a state of spontaneous climax that some epilepsy
victims experienced at the onset of a seizure. She could hear Richard
slowly collecting himself behind her.
“Again,” he finally moaned.
“Fuck off.”
“Do it again!” His hand gripped her shoulder and she turned, finding
herself face-to-face with a pair of desperate, lust-filled eyes. His
other hand shot out and gripped her throat. Unable to cry out for
help, she did the only thing she could think of to incapacitate the
madman – she hit the button again.
a few things, and then waited for Richard to make his morning
appearance. She didn’t have long to wait.
“Good morning,” he said, right behind her ear.
“Good morning, Richard,” said Veronica, then she tapped the button.
Instantly the sound of coffee splashing all over the floor met her
ears, and she turned to see her nemesis staggering backwards until he
crashed into the cubicle wall, which threatened to topple into the
next space over. His eyes were partly rolled up into his head and he
was moaning and gasping, his twitching body slowly sinking
horizontally onto a filing cabinet. With a grin that was triumphant,
surprised and slightly sadistic, she tapped the button again to see
what would happen when she turned the app off.
A noticeable wet stain at the front of a medium-sized pants tent
caught her attention. Had the poor man wet himself?
“Ohgod,” was all he could manage for at least five minutes as he
recovered. Veronica began to wonder if she should call a medic, and
coworkers started to crowd in her doorway to see what the hell had
happened.
“It’s all right,” she reassured them. “Still working on that epilepsy
app. Must have reversed something.”
“That was... that was...” Richard spit out, trying to regain the gift
of language. “Fucking incredible...”
Confused, Veronica stared at him.
“What?”
“Incredi... mind-blowing. Best orgasm ever...”
Now that, she hadn’t expected. But something about it sounded vaguely
familiar. She turned her back on her human lab rat as the embarrassed
coworkers made themselves useful elsewhere. A quick search on
“epilepsy” and “orgasm” brought up research on the phenomenon known as
the “orgasmic aura,” a state of spontaneous climax that some epilepsy
victims experienced at the onset of a seizure. She could hear Richard
slowly collecting himself behind her.
“Again,” he finally moaned.
“Fuck off.”
“Do it again!” His hand gripped her shoulder and she turned, finding
herself face-to-face with a pair of desperate, lust-filled eyes. His
other hand shot out and gripped her throat. Unable to cry out for
help, she did the only thing she could think of to incapacitate the
madman – she hit the button again.
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