tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35348628.post202419886386477552..comments2023-10-26T06:39:54.051-04:00Comments on get-your-zs: Madam Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00136166772469538966noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35348628.post-86893942302116719962008-12-15T13:08:00.000-05:002008-12-15T13:08:00.000-05:00Just a note. I posted my story on my blog - it's ...Just a note. <BR/><BR/>I posted my story on my blog - it's slightly revised and edited - titled "Danger on 101".willhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15590217997145761582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35348628.post-75117538765781302742008-12-12T00:42:00.000-05:002008-12-12T00:42:00.000-05:00Okay Z... the virus has been spread.Okay Z... the virus has been spread.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35348628.post-16245579409542204342008-12-11T10:08:00.000-05:002008-12-11T10:08:00.000-05:00This is getting increasingly freaky.Thanks a lot f...This is getting increasingly freaky.<BR/><BR/>Thanks a lot for being infected!Splotchyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15427992716600704581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35348628.post-84087172655191689802008-12-11T09:51:00.000-05:002008-12-11T09:51:00.000-05:00Now I feel my part was written by one big prude. I...Now I feel my part was written by one big prude. I like you the versions by you sexaholics better.Randal Graveshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08728992897551848531noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35348628.post-34302599857211653922008-12-11T08:58:00.000-05:002008-12-11T08:58:00.000-05:00Thanks Z... I'll give it a shot and see what how i...Thanks Z... I'll give it a shot and see what how it goes. I'm not much of a fiction writer, but this sure beats having to do some work.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35348628.post-65636191827225573092008-12-11T00:10:00.000-05:002008-12-11T00:10:00.000-05:00Sitting there, kicking that damn cardboard box, go...Sitting there, kicking that damn cardboard box, got me thinking of the last time I had to ride the bus to get out of town. That time I was lucky enough to sit next to Sheila with her tiny dog she kept in a travel bag kind of thing. That time, as I stretched out so I could pretend sleeping, I also kicked something under the seat. Only that time it yelped back at me and I almost pulled my 9 mil in reaction. Sheila, who was just another passenger to me, laughed and told me about her mutt. And that got us talking. Turns out she was also on the lam - seems she was escaping a boyfriend who pretended to be her manager. Sheila was a jazz singer - the kind that worked the dives and low rent places and her boyfriend was getting a little too pushy about her making more dough. He was wanting her to turn a few tricks and she would have no part of that. When he started slapping her around she caught the first bus out of town. <BR/><BR/>Long story short - Sheila and I hit it off. We both like CC on the rocks and we both smoked Lucky Strikes. That was a good start. We rode the bus to ‘Frisco and decided to get rooms in the Tenderloin, a place I knew from a previous case, the Hotel de Ville. Not fancy, but they had rooms with both a front and back doors and in my line of work, that's a good thing.<BR/><BR/>It was three in the morning when we checked into separate rooms on the same floor. I was in 400 and she was in 401. I could hear her running shower water, there’s nothing like being close to a hot looking woman to make you wonder, what’s next. I didn’t bother taking my suit off, I just fell on the bed and went to sleep. I had just started a dream about finally catching Bad Tony, when a loud, constant knocking sound woke me. Keeping my hand on my gun, I peeked through the door’s peep hole. Sheila was standing there in pajamas I can best describe in one word - sexy. Letting her in, she started babbling about bad dreams and fear of her jealous boy friend.<BR/><BR/>It was too easy, I took her in my arms and she melted like butter. God, she smelled good, probably some French perfume but I didn’t care - she was soft, warm and in my room. When she stopped sobbing she turned her head, looked square at me and gave me a long, long kiss. I don’t need a cop to tell me the light was green so I kissed her and carried her to the bed.<BR/><BR/>As I took off my suit, tie and shoulder holster, I could tell she was sizing me up - trying to figure me out, I suppose. After I was down to my birthday suit I quickly removed her next to nothing pj’s. She was a natural blonde, about five foot four and curvy as Jane and Marilyn. First thing she did, what all broads do when they see me naked, was to touch the two bullet scars in my shoulder. I usually say it was from the war but with Sheila I told the truth - the bullets were taken when I was a Chicago cop. Because of that shooting I was forced off the ‘thin blue line” and I then became a private eye.<BR/><BR/>Brushing her hands from the scars, I pushed her backward onto the bed and, rough hands or not, began touching her. That always surprises when I don’t jump all over them and instead touch them from head to toe, taking my time with the usual places. Her neck was tense, so I massaged it some and then stroked her stomach, her sides and then her breasts. She sighed and let herself relax. While I was touching her privates, she reached for me and got me going. This was going to be a good night,willhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15590217997145761582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35348628.post-89300021284926370222008-12-10T22:34:00.000-05:002008-12-10T22:34:00.000-05:00Awesome! I'm glad someone took a u-turn toward se...Awesome! I'm glad someone took a u-turn toward sex here finally. <BR/><BR/>And to geek it up all the more, the character could pick up the thoughts of those he or she was in the proximity of....<BR/><BR/>Thanks for being infected!Freida Beehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11489663202315694313noreply@blogger.com