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Sunday, October 26, 2008

My First Ex-Con (part 1)

I met my first ex-con when I was 16.

I had just gotten my first non-babysitting job at a fast-food chain a few blocks from my house in Houston, Tx. He worked the kitchen while I was on the front register and drive-thru. I'll call him Al since he reminded me so much of Al Pacino in "Frankie and Johnny". He had a slight New York accent, a gravelly voice, drove a navy blue truck and he was fascinating.

My first day, I didn't even notice him. He was quiet, cooking up burgers, while I was getting the finer points of French frying potatoes.

The next day, as I was being trained on the registers, my trainer decided to enlighten me about Al. While he went into the walk-in freezer getting some more patties, she looked around the empty diner then motioned me to come closer to her. I didn't want to 'cause she had bad breath, but she was my supervisor, so I leaned towards her.

"Now I don't want you to get scared or nothin', but the cook we have is an ex-con." She nodded her head several times opening her already bugged out eyes wider.

I waited for her to continue, but she just stared at me. I leaned back. "Um, okay. Thanks for the heads up." She again nodded sagely then put a finger to her lips as we heard banging around in the kitchen. We returned to my training and I forgot her odd statement.

It was a few weeks later before Al and I worked the same shift again. I'd been trained on drive-thru just the day before and my manager had, in her infinite wisdom, scheduled me to run it by myself on a Saturday. About half an hour before the dinner rush as I was clocking in, the girl who was on the front register's shift ended and she left. There were supposed to be two other employees coming on, but neither had shown up yet. Fortunately, the dining area was deserted and usually stayed that way for the first half hour of the dinner rush. My headset crackled a hello as I put it on. Thinking it was a customer I stumbled through the spiel and asked to take the person's order. A sexy chuckle met my ear.

"It's okay sweetness. I was just making sure you could hear me." I flipped around from where I was standing by the drive-thru window and saw the deepest brown eyes staring at me over by the grill. Al had a cocky grin that flushed my cheeks red. "What's your name, sweetness?"

"Ninian," I mumbled, looking away from him. He mouthed my name, licked his lips and nodded.

Joe, a cook I'd worked with a few times, came in. He nodded at me then wandered over to Al and began talking to him. I watched them, curious. I'd never heard Joe talk much, but he seemed to have a whole lot to say to Al. Al pulled his mic away from his mouth so I couldn't eves drop on their conversation. A car pulled up, taking my attention away from them.

"Have a nice day!" I waved to the older woman in the large Buick as she drove off.

"So here's the deal, sweetness," Al's voice was again in my ear. I turned from the window and my body jolted, shocked to find him practically leaning on me. He stood up, suppressing a grin and took a step back. "Did I startle you?"

"No... I mean, yes. I wasn't expecting you to be standing right there since I'd heard you over the headset." My fingers pinched the bottom edge of my shirt and my toes fidgeted in my shoes. He moved back a bit more.

"Sorry. Anyhow, Joe told me that Ala, who was supposed to be on register, called in sick and Tom, the shift supervisor, was running late as usual. So Joe's cool with taking over the grill and I'm good with the drive-thru if you're okay with running the register and fries." Without picking up his feet, he moved a bit closer. "Okay?" I nodded, brushing past him as I scurried over to the register where two customers were waiting. As I took their orders, I could feel his eyes on me.

That evening, as we were closing up the store, Joe, Al and Tom were all smoking in the back going over the craziness of the day. I was mopping the dining area and listening, chiming in with one or two of my own chaotic anecdotes. Joe stepped out of the kitchen, placed a large hand on my shoulder and grinned at me. It might have been due to the darkness of his skin's, but he had the whitest teeth I'd ever seen.

"Nin, you're alright." He winked, then whispered. "Don't let Al's rough past fool ya, he's really a great guy. Take care now." He walked out the door as I said goodbye and locked the door behind him.

"Well, I've got to lock myself in the office and finish up some paper work." Tim sighed, stepping behind the registers and collecting the money. He looked up at me. "You okay to get home, kid?"

I nodded. "I've got my bike."

His eyes narrowed. "Call me old fashioned but I don't like the idea of a girl peddlin' home in the dark." He called back over his shoulder. "Hey Al, you've got your truck, right?"


"You think you could give Ninian and her bike a ride home?"

I shook my head. "It's really not necessary. I'm only a few blocks away and I prefer to go home by myself."

Al came wandering up from the back. "It's no problem. We can toss your bike in the back. I do it all the time with Zack."

I felt myself blinking fast. "Listen, I appreciate the offer, but I wouldn't feel comfortable. I don't mean any offense, but I'm not about to get into the cab of a truck with some guy I barely know. Call me paranoid, but I'd feel safer on my bike."

Tom pursed his lips then muttered, sorry, before rushing off into the office and locking the door.

I sighed, feeling like an asshole and leaned against the wall. "Seriously, I meant no offense."

Al grinned. "No offense taken. It's refreshing to meet a girl who speaks her mind. I applaud you!" He clapped and I blushed. "Seriously. I get so sick of these southern belle types who'll be so nice to your face then bitches behind your back. If you're uncomfortable with someone or with a situation, say something for Christ sake!" He shook his head then stared hard at me. "Sweetness, promise me this. Promise me, that if I do or say anything that you're not comfortable with, you'll tell me, okay?"

Biting my lower lip, I nodded. "Okay. Don't call me sweetness. And you have to promise me the same. Okay?"

His grin grew even bigger. "Done and done!" He extended his hand. "Shall we shake on it?"

Pushing myself off the wall, I took his hand. It was warm and calloused and his handshake was firm. I felt a tingle run through me, so I quickly took my hand away.

He absently rubbed his hand as he asked, "would it be alright if I walked out with you?"

I nodded, not trusting my voice to answer.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

What is the purpose of dating?

On the polyamory community blog that I read they referenced this article: 10 things NOT to say on a first date. While the focus for the community was on the the advise not to share that you are poly on a first date*, I found the entire article to be rather distasteful. But then I got to thinking... Perhaps my view of what dating is for is different than the author of this article and possibly different from many others as well. Personally, I see dating, especially a first date, as way of not only finding what is in common with this potential romantic entanglement, but also a venue in which to weed out the undesirable.

This is my question for you, dear readers. If you date, what is your purpose for dating?

*'cause it should have come up before that... right?
Not the article's point, but my thought about it.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Musing on Characters

The Artist and I are watching "Pride and Prejudice". We do that sometimes. I am paying particular attention to the action going on behind the focus of the scenes. The maids and servants and all the secondary and tertiary characters. Some of the expressions and the background scenes are grand!

At one of the early ball scenes, there is a moment between Mary Bennett and William Collins where they are talking with each other. I always thought Mary would have been an even better mate for Mr. Collins than Charlotte. But what did they say to each other? After that talk, you never see him even look at her again. Perhaps her pious talk disguised a wicked mind. Perhaps Mary grew up to be a Courtesan.

Then later, when she is playing the piano, Charlotte's younger sister, Maria Lucus, is sitting next to her singing then helping her with the music. After Maria sets "Grimstock" that Lydia requested in front of Mary, Mary gives a quick but stern look at Maria. This got me to thinking about a relationship between these two characters. Do they like each other? Do they know each other from school? Their sisters are good friends, are they thrown together often?

Mary - in consequence of being the only plain one in the family, worked hard for knowledge and accomplishments, was always impatient for display. [She] had neither genius nor taste; and though vanity had given her application, it had given her likewise a pedantic air and conceited manner, which would have injured a higher degree of excellence than she had reached.
Quotes from Mary:
  • "I admire the activity of your benevolence,'' observed Mary, "but every impulse of feeling should be guided by reason; and, in my opinion, exertion should always be in proportion to what is required.''
  • "Far be it from me, my dear sister, to depreciate such pleasures. They would doubtless be congenial with the generality of female minds. But I confess they would have no charms for me. I should infinitely prefer a book.''
  • "This is a most unfortunate affair; and will probably be much talked of. But we must stem the tide of malice, and pour into the wounded bosoms of each other the balm of sisterly consolation. Unhappy as the event must be for Lydia, we may draw from it this useful lesson: that loss of virtue in a female is irretrievable -- that one false step involves her in endless ruin -- that her reputation is no less brittle than it is beautiful, -- and that she cannot be too much guarded in her behaviour towards the undeserving of the other sex." Elizabeth lifted up her eyes in amazement, but was too much oppressed to make any reply. Mary, however, continued to console herself with such kind of moral extractions from the evil before them.
Maria - a good humoured girl, but as empty-headed as himself, had nothing to say that could be worth hearing, and were listened to with about as much delight as the rattle of the chaise. (I could find no significant quotes from her, but I've only perused so I'll have to look deeper.)

I am thrilled at this discovery and think I will use them as the bases for two characters in an erotica story as lovers. Now should I call it "Wounded Bosoms" or "Sisterly Consolation"? What different stories each of those titles would hold!

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Wear Panties! - fiction (part 5)

Sheri-Lynn squinted in the bright sunlight as she gently pulled at the loose end of the red bow and took off the top off of the pink box. She clasped her well manicured hands over her mouth and squealed. A couple of starlings flew from the tree beside their outside table.

“Oooh Daniel!” She crooned, lifting the lacy pink sheer panties out if the blue tissue paper. “They’re sooooooo pretty! And just my color!” She hopped up from her chair and minced to the other side of the little bistro table and kissed the blushing muscle-bound boy. She whispered in his ear. “I’ll go put them on.” She winked her heavy mascara laden eye, twirled the panties on her lacquered nail and minced her way into the restaurant section scattering pigeons before her.

She slipped into the bathroom stall and slid the cotton white panties she had been wearing off and sang, “don’t need you anymore!” then tossed them in the trash. Giggling, she slid the new pair on. But before she’d gotten her pink stilettos back on, something that felt like a tongue was licking her clit. “What the…” A sucking sensation threw her back onto the toilet before the thought was completed. She felt the tongue penetrate her.

“Oh my!” Sheri-Lynn had never had an incredibly sensitive clit, but this… this was different. It felt so good it hurt, as if she would be ripped in two. She braced herself against the stall walls as an orgasm exploded through her. A flood of sensation flowed over and up through her loins. She moaned and groaned and screamed.

Outside, Daniel heard Sheri-Lynn’s scream and practically knocked over the wrought iron table in his hurry to reach his lady. Pushing past the little man in his path into the bathroom.

“Get out of the way!” He roared, exploding through the door. Seeing one of her feet sticking out from under the stall, he practically ripped the metal door off its hinges. “Baby!” He wailed. He gathered his shaking, drooling girlfriend into his arms. “Who did this to you?”

“The panties,” she whispered before she passed out.


Picking himself up off the floor of the bistro where the bull man had pushed him, Underwood brushed himself off and licked his lips. He smiled.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

I'll be reading Wear Panties!

Wednesday, OCTOBER 15TH at 7 PM
RAW Reading Series
with Featured Readers & Open Mic

Cost: FREE!
(donations accepted & appreciated)

Mercury Cafe
1505 W Chicago Ave, Chicago, IL 60622

there will be FEATURED READERS & an Open Mic!
if you want to bring something to read, keep it 5-7 minutes, or a maximum of 5 typed and double-spaced pages and have FUN!!!

Note: We do not censor our material, so PLEASE use discretion if you bring children along.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Wear Panties! - fiction (part 4)

Underwood woke-up not sure where he was. He had a throbbing headache and an aching jaw. Lying on the floor, it slowly came to him that he was on the rug next to the manky couch and the green haired person from the corner was sprawled face down. He blinked. The music had stopped and daylight was coming in through the French doors.

“Oh shit.” He jumped up and… tripped over green hair’s shapely leg. He fumbled trying to put the green high heel he’d knocked off back on. “I’m so sorry ma’me.”

“’da fuck man?” Green hair’s soft words were muffled by the couch cushion. As green hair fliped over, Underwood noticed a pert breast peaking out from the side of an oversized green vest. He stared. Green hair cocked an eyebrow. “What?”

Underwood lowered his head and mumbled sorry as he tried to get to his feet. But his legs were wobbly and he ended up falling forward.

“Oh sweety!” Green hair was immediately by Underwood’s side helping him onto the couch. “You must of drunk even more than I did. I tell ya, I was wasted before the party even began.” A burst of laughter shook the vest wide open, revealing two perfect A cup as the skirt rode up, revealing the tip of a penis. Green hair followed Underwood’s gaze. “What? Is it the breasts or my dick?” A grin met Underwood’s blush. “Here, let me set your mind at ease. The name’s Bernice and I’m a male to female trans so the pronoun you’ve been sweating over would be her or she. But honestly, I’ll answer to whatever.” She snickered. Looking down at herself, Bernice gasped. “Look at me sitting around without any…” She grabbed the neon green panties off the ground and pulled them on under her skirt. Pausing, she narrowed her eyes on Underwood. “I don’t remember hardly anything last night but did you happen to see someone going down on me?”

Underwood pursed his lips, feeling how sore his jaw was, tasting the saltiness in his mouth and shook his head.

Bernice shrugged. “Oh well. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a busy day.” Bernice pecked Underwood on the cheek. “See ya around.” She stumbled towards the front door, adjusting the strap of her left heel, grabbed a green purse from the banister and flew out the door.

“There you are!” Mack wandered into the room with a plastic bag in his hand. “I’ve got the panties and it’s morning so let’s get back to the house pronto!”

Underwood nodded and walked over to the door. He wondered if he’d ever know what had happened that night.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Short Notice, I know...

Hey folks! I tried to post this earlier, but blogger or my computer / internet provider has been goofy or maybe they were having a fight, so it's just now taking. But here goes:

I'm going to be reading an erotic tale (I haven't decided which, probably "Wear Panties!", but it'll definitely be something from this blog) TONIGHT!!! Here's the info:

Cost: FREE! But it’s a POT-LUCK, so bring vittles!
WHERE: Top Shelf Books, 47 East Northwest Highway, Palatine, Il 60067

WHAT TO READ: Well, we’re not particular. Poetry, prose, memoir, fiction, music, rant, journal, letter, grocery list... (If it’s the latter, just make sure it includes stuff like: "cheese, bread, milk, trip to Mars, olive oil, eggs, a harem, etc.")
Keep it 5-7 minutes, or 5 typed and double-spaced pages, longer if there are fewer of us (bring "ENCORE!" material, in other words! But be respectful of Time!), and ENJOY YOURSELF!
Note: We do not censor our material, so PLEASE use discretion if you are bringing children along.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

An Erotic Meme

An Erotic Rendezvous

1. A man or a woman?
Since I'm bisexual, I'd say a bit from column A, a bit from column B. But lately, I've been leaning more towards women.

2. Who would be in control? As a switch, it would depend... though I've been feeling rather Dommey... not dummy, bitch! Lick my toes! NOW! ... Hmmmm, yeah, I'd be in control.

Location, location, location... Where would you want this rendezvous to take place? I'd like to start in a fancy restaurant. Maybe fondue. I like getting dressed up and my girl would like that too. Then, if it's nice out, we'd go for a walk. Maybe we'd go to a dance club where I'd watch her flirt with several men and women, then make out with her and take her home. There'd be a bit of scene playing and we'd see where things lead.

4. How about some dirty talk? Dust, mud, soot, dirt... (sorry, couldn't resist.)

5. Who would undress first? Why she would, of course. I may stay clothed the whole time. It's my prerogative as Mistress Ninian.

6. Hair pulling? I love to pull hair. Such a great leash!

7. How about licking and biting? I'd lick and bite her all over. I might allow her to do the same.

8. Marks & hickies? Absolutely! (okay, it's negotiable... but that would definitely be my preference.)

9. How important is foreplay? Very important and very kinky!

10. Would there be a sleep over? It's a possibility... I'd be willing to consider it.

Now I have a question for you, dear reader... What would your rendezvous be like?

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Wear Panties! - fiction (part 3)

Mack, who had disappeared, trotted back into the front hall where Underwood was standing. He smacked Underwood’s shoulder, almost knocking him down, and grinned. “I’m gonna go find Carl. I might, uh, be a while. Why don’t you relax,” he thrust a red plastic cup into his new friend’s hand and motioned to the party going on just past the room they were facing and through two large glass French doors. “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll find you when I’ve got the panties.” He winked then practically skipped up the stairs.

Underwood wandered further into the house, coughing as the air’s acrid mix of smoke, booze and hormones wafted into his lungs. A lonely strobe light lay on its side and flashed against the wood paneling of a far wall. On a different rhythm, the bass bounced the loose floorboards and cups just like his with varying degrees of beer graced almost every surface. The room he’d wandered into, while cluttered with mismatched furniture including a life sized golem statue, seemed to be pretty empty as the actual party was outside with the keg. Despite the loud music, he could hear shouting, laughing and even singing. He thought about going out there, but the idea of being around that many people made him nauseous.

I’ll just wait right here, he thought taking a sip of the stale keg beer. His boots were sticking to the floor, so he made his way across a rainbow shag rug to a large plush couch the color of moss set in the middle of the room. Settling into it, he noticed a faint odor of urine. He was facing a cluttered media center that held a huge TV, multiple games and DVDs and the booming twelve disk CD changer. As the rotation of music switched from one CD to another, Underwood sighed and drank his beer.

KUR-ACK! Underwood jumped sloshing beer down his gray shirt and onto the couch.

“Oh shit, shit, shit, shit!” He hopped up; his eyes wide as he tried to see into every corner of the large dimly lit room. Fortunately, there was only one couple making out in a corner oblivious to the rest of the world and a green haired person passed out in another corner. He scurried past the French doors where he caught a glimpse of oddly dressed partygoers setting off fireworks. Finding the kitchen he marveled at how much better lit, furnished and immaculately clean it was. It didn’t look like it belonged in the same house as that dingy living room. He cleaned himself off in the sink, grabbed a handful of paper towels and hurried back to the couch.

It took a moment to even find the spill. Once he did, he wiped at it furiously. But while the paper towel did absorb some of the liquid, it seemed to do a better job of shredding into little wormy looking things.

“Oh shit,” he sighed, picking the bits of paper off the fabric. One bit kept getting away from him, sliding between the cushions as he tried to pull it up. If he had been in the house where he was pledging, he knew the punishment for spilling was to clean the entire room the mess happened in with a toothbrush. He had no desire to clean this room. Yanking up the cushion, he brushed the last of the paper towel remnants off, flipped it over and shoved the wad of moist paper into his cup.

“There,” he muttered, “That’ll have to do.” He sat back down and faced the blank television screen, determined not to do anything else that might get him in trouble.

After a few minutes, his eyes wandered to something lying next to his boot. Leaning down to get a better look, he realized that it was a pair of neon green lacy panties. They must’ve been shoved in the couch and come loose when he flipped the cushion. He picked them up.

As soon as his skin touched the delicate fabric, he felt a tingle. It was as if the surface of his fingers were getting little pulses of energy then going numb. The sensation traveled up his arms, to his head and chest, down his abdomen, into his legs and feet then up the back of his legs, over his ass and into his spine. The feeling traveled through his body three or four times, each time faster and faster, until the numbing coalesced in his balls. He doubled over as it changed and became sharp pinpricks that throbbed and shot through his penis causing him to cum in his pants without the pleasurable sensation of an orgasm. Holding his crotch, he whimpered, glad that the party was outside and Mack was upstairs.

Then he passed out.

Friday, October 3, 2008

Why I'm posting today instead of Thursday...

So Thursday night the Artist & I went to the Mutiny to see the Professor's band, Saint Aviator. They freakin' rocked! They're pretty good recorded, but live... they explode on stage. And then they have a song inspired by yours truly called "Nina took a Lover". (One of my nick-names is Nina.) Sadly, I couldn't figure out how to upload a song onto here. Blogger's set up for links, pictures and videos but not music. Ah well... Hopefully the link to Saint Aviator will give you a feel for their music and they might even put "Nina took a Lover" on that page.

In the meantime, I have to share this ---

Her Daddy said "Oh, baby,"
The Philosopher said "Maybe"
The Artist said "You're crazy,"
The Professor was just lazy,
Her Mentor said "Seduction,"
The Mad Monk said "Destruction,"
When Nina took Lucy last night...

--- it makes me smile.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

A bit of a rant

"You just haven't made up your mind."

As a bisexual switch, this sentiment is brought up at unusual times and, often, from unexpected quarters. I've met a few people who don't believe switches exist... You're either a Dom or a sub. Of course, I've also been told that bisexuality don't exist either. "You'll make up your mind when you meet the right person" is a comment that's been given to me by different folks - straight, gay and even one bisexual. Maybe it actually works that way for some people. I don't know, I'm not them. But as a poly person, I never want to have to choose.

And yet...

And yet lately I've been feeling the opposite of all of that. I don't want to engage in any sexual activity... I have little inclination to be romantically entangled. Perhaps I haven't gotten over the couple. I felt that I was doing well, that I was recovered or, at least, recovering. I even thought I could handle an intimate relationship with the Professor. After all, he is quite a wonderful person. But not now... not yet. I need some time for me. I need to focus and center.

The problem is, it's difficult to focus and center with three jobs, a writing career, working on a business plan, the holidays (including my birthday) coming up, etc., etc., etc. I did some of serious work during my camping trip with the ritual I performed. But upon coming back to the world, I've been exhausted and I seem not to be able to catch-up. Perhaps I'm putting too much pressure on myself to be "okay" without really being okay.

But to wrap back up to my original point (there was one, I swear!)... If I'm not sexually or kinkily active with either sex, am I still a bisexual switch? Perhaps I'm now just monosexual...