Mix tape eroticism
Chickenlady's extract makes me recall my own abandoned novel, entitled: "I Wanna Sex You Up" - a story of a young man who becomes so obsessed with the hit record by Colour me Badd that he grows designer stubble, wears pastel suits with shoulder pads and embarks on a life of heterosexual hyperactivity. Here's an extract:

..."She was serving coffee in the diner on the corner of 3rd and Maine when I walked in. She was busy and didn't notice me. But then the first strains on Colour Me Badd's epic cut started to waft over the radio waves and I began to do my choreographed moves.

I pouted. I shimmied. I slid across the floor and thrust out my pelvis in a sexual manner, clutching my groin for added vulgarity. And as the beat got into my soul, I began to sing the "Ooo-ooo-OOO-ooo" refrain.

My twitching pecker leapt forth from my trousers unbidden and bobbed in time to the beat. "Tick-tock, we don't stop!" I crooned, as I exposed myself to the assembled diners while simultaneously choreographing.

She approached me in a haze of love blindness and I readied myself for the orality that was sure to come. But instead, she tipped a decanter of iced water over my ivory tower and said:

"You really are a tosser. Get out or I'm calling the police."
(frankspencer, Tue 12 Feb 2008, 11:00, 1 reply)

Ponders!
Why do a lot of your stories always sound as if their autobiographical.
( girlinthehole, Tue 12 Feb 2008, 11:12, closed)