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I’m Told I Make Good Coffee
by Jeremy Edwards
"You make the best coffee, Lawrence," Claudine said with an emphatic resonance of sincerity in her voice. I knew she was no stranger to the many java boutiques in the neighborhood, so I was especially appreciative of this compliment.
"But speaking of drinking coffee . . . ." Her cute little bottom hopped off the wooden stool behind the counter, and she shuttled briskly toward the bathroom. I walked around to take her place at the cash register, prepared for the unlikely event of a customer visiting the little record store at the hour of 11:20 a.m.
"Uh-oh," said Claudine from the end of the short hall that led to the bathroom. "The door is stuck again." I bounced over to help her, having myself mastered the "trick" to getting the door to unjam.
As I approached, I noticed that Claudine’s ass was jiggling a bit. I remembered how once, in idle conversation about our sexual proclivities, she had mentioned to me that she enjoyed the erotic sensations of "holding it" a while before peeing. I hadn’t given it much thought at the time; but now my breath went short as I speculated that she was relishing the present moment. I noticed how the tight, pinstriped fabric of her handsome retro slacks danced seductively with her movements.
"Thanks. I have to pee!" she giggled as I reached for the doorknob. Something about the manner in which she stated the obvious seemed to confirm my guess that she was enjoying herself.
From my position behind her, I pushed my weight forward while turning the knob. As the door suddenly gave, I lost my balance slightly, and I unintentionally pressed against her.
"Sorry!" I reddened.
Claudine turned and gave me the warmest of knowing smiles. "Lawrence–are you a little hard?" More than a little, I thought. She was dancing in place now, openly holding her crotch, but she was
grinning happily and showed no signs of moving along.
"I guess so." I returned her smile.
"Oh, you sexy boy. This is the kind of thing that can make a grown girl wet her pants," she laughed, with a suggestion in her voice that though it might be a bit of an inconvenience to wet her pants here and now, the scenario otherwise held an attraction for her. And where she was allowing herself to hover on the brink of wetting her pants, I was now on the verge of pollinating my jeans.
She darted into the bathroom, leaving the door ajar. I began to turn away as she peeled her slacks and panties and backed onto the commode . . . but suddenly she called "It’s okay–you don’t have to leave."
The next thing I heard was an angelic sigh of release. As the hiss and roar of her pissing began, I stumbled in without further hesitation, secure in the knowledge that the bell above the front door of the shop would give me plenty of time to return to the counter to serve any hypothetical forenoon customers. Hypothetical and improbable, I noted cheerfully.
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From our sweet Zen Friend, Jerotic, who also recently (and I am late with this … you’ll have some catching up to do) sent the following:
SPECIAL EVENT #1
Please join me at my blog next Tuesday, January 27, when I welcome brilliant writer Nikki Magennis, author of the mindblowing eroto-rockin’ adventure The New Rakes! Nikki will be telling us about her passionate relationship with rock ‘n’ roll and indulging us with exquisite excerpts … and it’s rumored there will even be an X-rated paper-doll floor show!
SPECIAL EVENT #2
Here’s Donna’s official invitation, with all the details and the schedule:
Come join us for a sensual feast to celebrate the new year of hope, promise, and delicious pleasures of every flavor. Each day a new erotica-writing blogger will be your host for one sumptuous course, providing recipes, entertainment and scintillating discussion topics. Best of all, dinners ala blog are known to expand your mind, but not your waistline. The festivities begin on Sunday, January 25. Come to one, come to all—you deserve a little indulgence!
Host: Craig Sorensen
Host: Shanna Germain
Wednesday January 28—Soup
Hosts: Helia Brookes and Jeremy Edwards
Saturday, January 31—Vegetarian Entrée
Host: Donna George Storey
Monday, February 2—Salad
Host: Emerald
Tuesday, February 3—Dessert
Host: Sommer Marsden
Wednesday, February 4—Petit Fours and Truffles
Host: Nikki Magennis
from socks to fedora,
Jeremy
http://jerotic.blogspot.com`
www.myspace.com/jerotic
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Phone Sex Quote of the Day
Via HDB, who stops by here at Zen and even calls me quite often:
There are times when you just want to get done what you want to get done. And for those times, Phone Sex just can’t be beat … no pun intended.
Always nice to stop by and find one of Jerotic’s naughty tales. May Angela, Jerotic and all serious erotic writers fare well. We need your keen and dirty minds.
And I like the cousine!
Very goooooooood story. Hopefully, Claudine’s tinkle was the only tinkle Lawrence heard at least for a little while. The man had things to do in that bathroom!
Always an interesting new slant on things erotic! Thanks, Angela … and Jerotic.
When will Angela’s Anthology appear? Sometimes I feel that a great course on the varieties of English prose could best be taught by our own divine Miss StL. This chapter opens new worlds.
Provocative start to a story…so many endings in my dirty mind. Perhaps that is the point and this story will never be finished in print. And I agree with litmajor…when is your marvelous story-telling coming to blogland?
A great teaser from jeremy! Oh the thinks he can think.
Uh-oh … now I’m the late one! I’ve been running hither and yon, and I just realized this was here. Sorry! Thank you thank you thank you hug hug kiss kiss, Angela! And thanks for all the wonderful comments, folks!
We love you, Jerotica!
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