("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2010. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Ships that Parse in the Night by John Thomas (johnthomas@compusurge.com) *** A funny knock at the popular critic of porn stories the once upon time was Celeste. I guess you had to be there. (MF, humor) *** It was on the corner of Strunk and White that I met her in front of the bank building. She stood in front of the bank in her vinyl raincoat with 24 hour cash withdrawals. Her face lit up when she spotted my car with sparkling blue eyes and a friendly smile. She raised her skirt slightly, which made my jaw drop open, showing a pair of frilly panties. I caught my breath, a glimpse of her stocking tops, and a whiff of her perfume. Her beautiful blonde hair framed a gorgeous face that hung down to her shoulders. "Looking for a good time, honey?" she asked, adjusting her brassiere and smoothing her skirt, which must have been a 36-B. I couldn't speak; my tongue was glued to the roof of my mouth which was still open. "What's the matter? Misplaced your modifier or something?" "Let's go," I croaked hoarsely, and followed her up the steps of a nearby building with heavy feet. As she entered her apartment she took off her coat; I admired her mahogany chest. I took her coat, an asprin, and a moment to think. "I don't think I can do this," I said limply. She took her eyes off the lump in my pants made by my wallet. "What's the matter? Can't get it up?" It was true: her chest of drawers was on my foot and I couldn't lift it. "Give me a break, a hand, or a couple of minutes," I responded. "But... I'm being followed... I'm under observation... every word I say is being analyzed... the slightest mispelling and I'm in deep trouble!" I exclaimed. "A mysterious woman is tracking my dogs, or dogging my tracks." She lifted her eyebrows, her dresser, and my spirits, since my foot was no longer stuck. "Her name is Celeste, and she told me I had to do this... but," I faltered, "she said I had to be short! No room for long ones in her universe!" "Forget her!" she cried, stamping her foot and shaking her head, which was still clad in a shiny leather boot. "We can lock the door and split all the infinitives we want!" Tears filled my eyes and I clenched my fists as they ran down my cheek. "You don't understand!" I cried. "She's an English professor, and when she stands in front of that blackboard there's a pain in my heart, which is usually green these days!" "I have to! No, that's ending a sentence with a preposition: ummm, I to have? To I have? Hell: I must!" I yelled, mussed. She showed me her pretty legs, her stamp collection, and the door. I should have guessed it. Outside, SHE was waiting. She looked me up and down coldly. "Your participle is dangling," she said. Feel free to copy the above story in electronic space or any other space you have access to. Copy it, sequelize it, sell it (ha! you wish!), sneer at it, or whatever else turns you on. JT * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 67