None of these imagined excerpts -- or very short short stories -- are from actual stories I've ever read or written. As with Japanese Haiku, or short lyric poems, your own imaginations should feel free to fill them out with whatever situations or incidents may appeal to you, many I'm sure more wicked or breathtaking than any I could devise. That's how I read them myself. ~ Vickie
"Not until you promise," she replied in almost a sing-song. "But now, even if you do promise now, it'll happen only if I feel like it!"
X.
"For Christ's sake, enough! More than enough! Cut it out! Untie me!"
"All right, if that's what you want. I'll go get the knife. But remember later what you just asked me to do!"
XI.
"Oh, is that your safe word you're trying to grunt through that ball gag? Well, I don't remember any more what word I gave you to say when you wanted to wimp out. I knew you'd object when I told you I was turning you over to Carl. But don't worry about it. Another twenty lashes and that tush of yours'll be so painful you'll beg me to call Carl in to take care of it for you. He'll oil it inside and out, and then I'm sure he'll make it feel so good you won't even notice when I leave to tend to my other clients."
XII.
"Jimmy, this is the third fist fight you've been in this week! I told you last time, one more and we're going to have the doctor fix your problem for good! Well that's it! Get your coat, no, get your sister's coat this time, and put it on while I warm up the car and make just one phone call!"
XIII.
"Nahh! Mother-son acts were always a novelty, and they don't draw the crowds like they used to. So after tonight we'll convert some of the couples we got out on the circuit into mother-daughter acts. Then we'll see how that goes. No problem, most of 'em have been fuckin' each other on stage twice a night for so long that chances are they like it. And when a kid sees what happens to his momma if he don't go along, he'll agree, even if his momma don't want to beg for him to agree. We'll tell 'em when they do it we'll let 'em go after a while, it's their only chance, or somethin'like that. Then fuck 'em! Later on they'll both be able to pick up extra money lap dancing, so they'll both come out ahead even after I get my cut."
XIV.
"I felt in her panties while she closed both arms around my neck and kissed me deeply, so deeply her tongue seemed to reach far back into my throat. My heart pounded, she was so beautiful, so very beautiful, and now so passionate too, heated to frenzy with her hips writhing against me, I never dreamed she'd ever feel this way about me! My fingers down below felt that she was soaking wet, and she began to moan. Then when I knew there was no turning back for either of us, I reached further down to finger her glorious, glorious pussy, and found there was something in the way!"
XV.
"No, we don't want to make them into just housewives eager to serve you, though they'll become that gratefully enough after we're finished with them. We want them to become real sluts on your behalf, the kind that can't wait for nightfall, so they can go into the streets to earn for you whatever it was they used to earn when they were tending to business but also fucking their secretaries, once too often it would seem. Don't worry! We know how to train husbands so they'll want to become highly capable housewife whores who feel proud to serve you, and that's what we'll do, and that's what they'll become. Any other questions?"
XVI.
"No, not everyone comes out of this machine feeling the same way about sex they did when we strapped them into it. You won't, for instance. Not at all, I'm afraid! The Controller told us that ever since you chose to oppose her in Council, she has been wishing you had a different perspective. Now you'll have one. You may be surprised how you'll feel about sex and lots of other things after this treatment. Aren't we about ready now, Omicron?"
XVII.
"Yes, Bob, you seem perfect for the job, and it's yours if you want it. But you should understand, it's not quite what you think. You see, men no longer dominate the wholesale beauty equipment business. Gay hairdressers prefer to give their business to other gays, and women beauticians would rather work with other women. So here's what we propose."
XVIII.
"I'm sure that by now you've each noticed that your wives on that couch over there are sucking and licking and nuzzling each other's cunts to climax. That's how I've amused myself since I retired from the stage, getting people to do things like that. Well, they'vee been at it since this morning, and they're getting pretty tired after who knows how many orgasms. That's why I told them to do it in slow motion when you two came by to get them, so I'd have enough time to prepare you properly. That's done now I think. Right now more than anything else they need sleep, the poor dears. They need sleep. Sleep.
Now, I want each of you to concentrate. Concentrate. Just look at me and concentrate. Yes. Each of you, decide which wife you want to be for tonight while they sleep, which wife making the other feel as blissful as your own wives feel right now after spending the day in each other's arms and pussies. Think about it, then tell me. Then while you're down here being their replacements, they can be upstairs getting some real sleep in each other's arms, maybe even in each other's pussies too if they still feel like it. Maybe you two also, later on. You'll all four know a lot more about how to enjoy each other by the end of this weekend."
XIX.
Hank didn't understand it at all at first, so I had to spell it out for him. "What good is it going with a fraternity boy," I asked him, "if there's the whole fraternity there ready to provide a standard of comparison and the boy I'm dating won't even let me use it? What's he afraid I'll find out?" So I made him set me up in his room and then keep them lined up outside my door all night. By morning I could tell him I'd be happy to accept his pin, because he was almost as good as most them, and better than some, but mainly because he was so sweet about helping me satisfy my needs!
XX.
"Of course, if you want to. Here, just do it, I'm ready. That's it. Does it feel good? Oh, yes! Yes! Yes, here! That's it! Ahhhh! Now you won't want to patronize any of those other telephone SPAM numbers ever again will you? Oh! Unh!! Unhh! Unhhh! Unhhhh! UNHHHHH! OHHHHHHH! Ahhhhhhh! That was wonderful. Again? Whatever you say, lover! But now it's your turn! This time, you bend over for me!"
Teasers © 1997 by Vickie Tern. Permission freely granted to archive this story, make it available, and copy it for personal use, but it is not for sale, no way, no how.
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