by
Charles McCarthy
Anna turned to find the source of the giggling. What she found blew her mind. She could hardly believe her eyes, but there before her, in all her naked splendor, was Marilyn Monroe tapping her foot.
"What do you think you're doing standing on my star?" Marilyn giggled bitchily, "You don't have one of your own?"
"Uhhh," Anna replied gracefully.
"Well?"
Anna looked down to find that she was, in fact, standing on Marilyn Monroe's star, and so she quickly sidestepped, almost tripping over her own feet. Then she looked quickly up at Marilyn, seeking her approval. What she found was Marilyn giggling and laughing even more than before.
Marilyn laughed and with a smile comforted Anna, "I was just joshing ya silly. I'm not a witch like that."
"Oh! Thank gawd. You are my idol. I love you so much, more better than any other star ever," she blurted out excitedly, "I've seen all your movie a gabillion times. Don't tell anyone, but I even bought a pair of your old panties off of Ebay."
"I know silly. I'm a fan of you too. I even came to see you once," Marilyn bubbled, stepping closer and running a finger slowly down Anna's nose, "I even gave you some kisses, though I quite think that you thought that I was a man."
Anna stood awestruck, and began to really look at Marilyn's perfectly proportioned, fleshy, and curvy body. Her hair was perfectly done, and from where she was standing, Anna could tell that Marilyn was enjoying the air vent she was standing on, just as much as she would have with panties and a dress on.
"I, I don't know what to say. That was you? You're the ghost I had sex with? Dang," she said, looking Marilyn up and down, "I did think you was a man."
"I know. You kept saying, 'Give it to me you big stud man! Man Stud give it to me you dude!' It was funny," Marilyn bubbled out, trying to imitate Anna's southern twang, "I couldn't stop laughing, because it was all me."
Marilyn held up her hand and made it into a fist.
"Dang!" Anna moaned, as Marilyn stepped closer and started to rub her ample breasts against her own.
Quickly they were on the ground tangled up like blonde, naked, siamese twin joined at the groin. People walked by, over, and through them as they came together in ecstasy, feeling the heat and power of each other's super sexual energy. Marilyn kissed Anna's foot, and Anna responded by taking all of Marilyn's petite foot in her mouth and sucking on it like a chicken bone. Men and women passing through the erotic force field that they created let out unexpected and unexplainable moans of pleasure.
"Mmmmm."
"Yeah."
"Tee-hee!"
They rolled over and onto a homeless man, interrupting his newspaper ca-coon slumber and replacing it with dreams of a double headed snake, and a nocturnal release that was so powerful that it should have had nocturnal release forms signed prior to happening.
Anna moaned, "I never felt this good!"
"Me either," Marilyn giggled back, as she flipped around and got on her knees in front of Anna's walk of fame.
They went on for hours and hours until they were both completely exhausted, satisfied, and had broken several windows, and caused more than a few bicycle accidents.
"Dang, that felt good," Anna whined in postmortem-paranormal-coital bliss.
"Me too. Poo poopie do."
"I wish I didn't have to go find this Master guy and then go find my killer," Anna whined again.
Marilyn began to tickle Anna and coax her, "You know you need to. I know you do too, and guess what silly billy."
"What?"
"I know where the Master is right now," she giggled, kissing Anna on the cheek.
"Oh thank gawd!" Anna responded with a laugh, "I didn't know how I was goin to find him lookin all over Cali-forni-uh for him and such. Who the heck is he anyway?"
"Well..."
Monday, April 30, 2007
Anna In The After Life #5: Flying High To The Stars
by
Charles McCarthy
Anna soared above the ground giggling as people and horses and other things flew by below her. She had always wondered what it would be like to be able to fly like that guy in Greatest American Hero, and now she knew. The air felt delicious as it rushed over her body, bringing back the tingling sensation and making her fly higher. She would be in Cali-forni-uh in no time at all.
She was very high above the ground now, and she could hardly see anything at all with all the clouds and all. She could be anywhere. She might even be over Texas. She remembered James.
Wait! How would she know when she was above Cali-forni-uh? She might over shoot it and wind up in Japan or even farther away, Oregon.
Then an even greater fear struck her. How was she supposed to get down? The big black stranger had taught her how to fly, but he hadn't told her how not to fly. How was she supposed to get down?
"What'm I supposed to do now?" she said out loud, "Maybe I can just say I don't want to fly."
As soon as these words came from her mouth, she began to plummet towards the earth.
"Dang! That worked!" Anna shouted to no one in particular, as she fell to earth like a stone.
Luckily she had made it to LA, and more importantly, to Hollywood. The ground rushed up at her and she saw stars.
"Dang!"
Again, luck was with her, and hitting the ground didn't hurt at all. She fell on her butt and bounced once before coming to a full stop and looking around. Cars crept by her slower than the few dirty bums, hipsters, and Scientologists that were walking by on the sidewalk.
Anna stood up and looked down. She saw that she was standing on a star. Then a giggle came from behind her. She turned to look and couldn't hardly believe her eyes.
Charles McCarthy
Anna soared above the ground giggling as people and horses and other things flew by below her. She had always wondered what it would be like to be able to fly like that guy in Greatest American Hero, and now she knew. The air felt delicious as it rushed over her body, bringing back the tingling sensation and making her fly higher. She would be in Cali-forni-uh in no time at all.
She was very high above the ground now, and she could hardly see anything at all with all the clouds and all. She could be anywhere. She might even be over Texas. She remembered James.
Wait! How would she know when she was above Cali-forni-uh? She might over shoot it and wind up in Japan or even farther away, Oregon.
Then an even greater fear struck her. How was she supposed to get down? The big black stranger had taught her how to fly, but he hadn't told her how not to fly. How was she supposed to get down?
"What'm I supposed to do now?" she said out loud, "Maybe I can just say I don't want to fly."
As soon as these words came from her mouth, she began to plummet towards the earth.
"Dang! That worked!" Anna shouted to no one in particular, as she fell to earth like a stone.
Luckily she had made it to LA, and more importantly, to Hollywood. The ground rushed up at her and she saw stars.
"Dang!"
Again, luck was with her, and hitting the ground didn't hurt at all. She fell on her butt and bounced once before coming to a full stop and looking around. Cars crept by her slower than the few dirty bums, hipsters, and Scientologists that were walking by on the sidewalk.
Anna stood up and looked down. She saw that she was standing on a star. Then a giggle came from behind her. She turned to look and couldn't hardly believe her eyes.
Anna In The After Life #4: A Big Hard Lesson in the Big Easy
by
Charles McCarthy
The road ahead became the road behind as the white trash Florida inland swamps gave way to southern Alabama and beyond all the while seeing Steve muttering to himself, trying to come to terms with his paranormal sexual experience.
Anna and Jack lounged in the back seat watching the countryside slide by. Anna daydreamed about monkeys and all the amazing things they could do these days, forgetting about her troubles and her quest to find her own murderer, for a little while at least.
The hours past, and they soon found themselves entering the dirty streets of a city that no amount of rain or flood could wash clean, New Orleans. Steve seemed to know the city well and drove for the French Quarter like an iron filing drawn to a magnet, parking the car and heading into a bar famous for its hand grenades, hurricanes, and herpes, The Scarlet Pimp 'r' Nail.
"Where's he goin?" Anna asked.
"I think you shook him up like the drinks of the gods on the edge of the world of reason. I think you shook him up like an earthquake of the soul and the soul of the shoe of our earth is you," Jack replied, making no sense to Anna.
"I gotta go. I need to figure out who killed me, an you aren't helpin."
"Fair is fair and far away in this realm with fate at the helm," Jack answered back.
Anna got out of the car. She walked off down the streets of the French Quarter feeling a sense of power, feeling the tingling in her belly grow for no reason that she could figure. She ran her hands over the bricks of the buildings she passed, and the feeling became stronger. It was as if this whole area was drenched in sexual energy.
"Wooooohooo!"
Anna turned to the sound of the redneck mating call just in time to see a middle aged, overweight woman with blonde-orange hair and jet black roots in a "Big Johnson" t-shirt lifting her shirt to show off her flap-jack breasts to a group of teenage boys.
"The Big Easy, that's what they call it," came a whisper in her ear.
Anna turned around quickly to find a tall black man. He was muscular but stringy and his lack of clothes and giant chocolatey po' boy, told Anna right way that he was a ghost too, or he was a crazy person, and he wasn't actually talking to her.
"Yeah?" she responded, hoping that he would be able to hear her, and that he wasn't just a crazy person.
"The Big Easy, that's what it is. That's why they call it that," he responded.
"Oh yeah? Whatta they call you The Big Hard?"
He laughed deeply and ran his hand over her shoulder.
"There would be no subtlety in that name would there be?" he laughed.
"Hell no!"
As if in a trance, Anna fell to her knees, grabbed his fleshy night stick, and began to kiss and lick it like a giant candy bar. She worked her way up and down its length until his "old faithful" was faithful, and he lifted her to her feet drenched in his milk and honey.
"Thank you ever so much my little flower."
"I couldn't help myself," she replied.
"I know. Your energy is very strong. What brings you here."
"I'm tryin to get to Cali-forni-uh to find the Master, so he can teach me about my powers, so I can find out who killed me, cause I was killed."
"Fair enough," he laughed, "Have you learned how to fly yet?"
"No! Dang, I was wishin I could fly just a little while ago."
"You have all you need right now. First, you must drench yourself in a man's manly liquids. Second, you must think sexy thoughts. Third, you must say 'I can fly' four times," he told her patiently.
"Dang. That's all?"
"Yes."
"I can fly. I can fly. I can Fly. I CAN FLY!" Anna exclaimed as her feet left the ground and she began to float up and over the buildings.
"Good luck!" he shouted from below.
"Wooooohooo!" Anna screamed as she soared over the city, turning and heading for the setting sun, "Cali-forni-uh here I come!"
Charles McCarthy
The road ahead became the road behind as the white trash Florida inland swamps gave way to southern Alabama and beyond all the while seeing Steve muttering to himself, trying to come to terms with his paranormal sexual experience.
Anna and Jack lounged in the back seat watching the countryside slide by. Anna daydreamed about monkeys and all the amazing things they could do these days, forgetting about her troubles and her quest to find her own murderer, for a little while at least.
The hours past, and they soon found themselves entering the dirty streets of a city that no amount of rain or flood could wash clean, New Orleans. Steve seemed to know the city well and drove for the French Quarter like an iron filing drawn to a magnet, parking the car and heading into a bar famous for its hand grenades, hurricanes, and herpes, The Scarlet Pimp 'r' Nail.
"Where's he goin?" Anna asked.
"I think you shook him up like the drinks of the gods on the edge of the world of reason. I think you shook him up like an earthquake of the soul and the soul of the shoe of our earth is you," Jack replied, making no sense to Anna.
"I gotta go. I need to figure out who killed me, an you aren't helpin."
"Fair is fair and far away in this realm with fate at the helm," Jack answered back.
Anna got out of the car. She walked off down the streets of the French Quarter feeling a sense of power, feeling the tingling in her belly grow for no reason that she could figure. She ran her hands over the bricks of the buildings she passed, and the feeling became stronger. It was as if this whole area was drenched in sexual energy.
"Wooooohooo!"
Anna turned to the sound of the redneck mating call just in time to see a middle aged, overweight woman with blonde-orange hair and jet black roots in a "Big Johnson" t-shirt lifting her shirt to show off her flap-jack breasts to a group of teenage boys.
"The Big Easy, that's what they call it," came a whisper in her ear.
Anna turned around quickly to find a tall black man. He was muscular but stringy and his lack of clothes and giant chocolatey po' boy, told Anna right way that he was a ghost too, or he was a crazy person, and he wasn't actually talking to her.
"Yeah?" she responded, hoping that he would be able to hear her, and that he wasn't just a crazy person.
"The Big Easy, that's what it is. That's why they call it that," he responded.
"Oh yeah? Whatta they call you The Big Hard?"
He laughed deeply and ran his hand over her shoulder.
"There would be no subtlety in that name would there be?" he laughed.
"Hell no!"
As if in a trance, Anna fell to her knees, grabbed his fleshy night stick, and began to kiss and lick it like a giant candy bar. She worked her way up and down its length until his "old faithful" was faithful, and he lifted her to her feet drenched in his milk and honey.
"Thank you ever so much my little flower."
"I couldn't help myself," she replied.
"I know. Your energy is very strong. What brings you here."
"I'm tryin to get to Cali-forni-uh to find the Master, so he can teach me about my powers, so I can find out who killed me, cause I was killed."
"Fair enough," he laughed, "Have you learned how to fly yet?"
"No! Dang, I was wishin I could fly just a little while ago."
"You have all you need right now. First, you must drench yourself in a man's manly liquids. Second, you must think sexy thoughts. Third, you must say 'I can fly' four times," he told her patiently.
"Dang. That's all?"
"Yes."
"I can fly. I can fly. I can Fly. I CAN FLY!" Anna exclaimed as her feet left the ground and she began to float up and over the buildings.
"Good luck!" he shouted from below.
"Wooooohooo!" Anna screamed as she soared over the city, turning and heading for the setting sun, "Cali-forni-uh here I come!"
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Anna In The After Life #3: On The Road With Jack-Car-O-Whack
by
Charles McCarthy
Anna walked along for a while thinking about her life, remembering the good times and the bad. She thought about her days as a child, her days dancing, modeling. She thought about her son and daughter and became sad. What would happen to Danielynn? Where was Daniel and was he doing okay being dead too? She almost turned around to try to find Danielynn, to find her and make sure she was okay, but she kept walking. Howard would take good care of her, and besides, she couldn't do anything without being able to control her powers anyway.
"Dang. How am I gonna get to Cali-forni-UH anyway? I can't walk all that way. Wish I could fly like that Casper," she said out loud to no one in particular.
She wondered if now that she was a ghost, Redbull really would give her wings. No. That's just silly talk.
At that moment an old Lincoln pulled up to a red light at the intersection she was walking through, and she looked inside. There, inside, in the passenger seat, was a naked man with his hair neatly slicked and parted, and a young dude in a white t-shirt and jeans with his hair done the same way was driving.
"Hey! You ain't got no clothes on!" she shouted, forgetting that no one could hear her.
She felt really dumb for a second when she remembered that no one could hear her, but in that same moment, the naked man in the car looked over at her.
"Pussy cat, you don't have much room to talk the way you walk the walk," he chanted in a rhythmic and poetic way.
"Hey."
"Why don't you hop in and ride the ride with me, and see what you can see with me?"
"You talk funny...I like it," she said as she jumped through the window into the back seat of the car, having a hard time getting her hips and ass in.
"No one could ever accuse you of not being hip my little pussy cat," he chanted as the light turned green and the car accelerated with Anna still hanging out of the window.
She flopped all the way into the car and looked around, as the Naked man climbed into the back with her.
"Do you mind if I touch your skin?" he asked, continuing, "I don't know if I know where to begin," he said while eyeing her giant breasts.
"I guess," she giggled back running her eyes over his body.
His man sword was more of a man dagger, but as his lithe hands began to flow over her body she felt as if she was being played like some sort of complicated instrument of pleasure.
"Does that feel good and fine and right?" he asked as his hand found it's way into here secret garden, her secret rain forest of love.
"It feels great," she moaned in pleasure, but suddenly she remembered herself, and her need to find the master, her need to get to California and so she stopped him, "but stop. Where are we going?"
"Steve here is on his way to California to find the way to be in and one with the west, to chase the setting sun."
"Steve?"
He pointed at the guy driving.
"Oh, well, in that case," she ended her sentence by reaching over and beginning to stroke his poetic license.
His hands continued to play her body, to find new notes to strike, to find new ways to strike a chord with her womanly pleasure, and then he began to suckle at her ample breasts.
"What's your name?"
"Jack," he said as he entered her with his fingers, and began to really drive her crazy.
"Yur drivin me crazy," Anna moaned in automotive ecstasy.
"I'm not driving you anywhere, but leading. Steve is the one driving," he said prophetically.
At that moment, the car pulled onto the highway and headed down a long stretch of desolate Florida asphalt, and as if on cue, or if he knew what was going on in the back seat, Steve reached down, unzipped his pants, releasing his sensual summer sausage, and began to stroke it to life causing Anna to quiver with hunger.
Anna looked to Jack and questioned,"If Steve is drivin, can I ride what he is drivin?"
"I would if I could give you what's under his hood, but if I can taste your sweet lips, I will not be thirsty," he said knowingly.
Anna climbed over the seat and began to try to focus the tingle in between her legs, the energy, the sexual desire. She didn't have to try very hard as she sunk slowly down onto Steve's masterful manhood with a moan of ecstasy.
"Ahhh, fuck," Steve let out with a look of confused ecstasy.
As she began to bounce up and down as if she was riding a horse and not an old V-8, Jack moved up and balanced between the seats and offered up his rock hard man dagger to occupy even more of her energy.
Steve's face contorted in confused and ignorant pleasure as Anna surrounded him with her power.
Jack's hands continued to work their magic, and between them and Steve's manhood, there wasn't very much that could stop or wanted to stop the gigantic orgastic explosion of sexual energy that was about to happen.
Anna moaned and joyfully accepted everything that Jack had to give her as his body shuddered in a happy ending to his poem, to the song he was playing on her body.
Anna soon followed this act with an explosion of her own, sending another shock wave of orgastic sexual energy out into the world as her ghostly body shook with pleasure and not only unlocked Steve's hot flow of pleasure lava, causing him to send the car flying off the road, but turned on the car radio which blared the song "Sexual Healing" with no indiscretion.
"Wow. I never thought death would be this good. I wonder if the Master'll really be able to teach me anything by the time I find him," she glowed.
"Heavy. The Master will be happy to try."
"You know him?" she asked.
"Of course. Who doesn't?"
"I don't," she replied.
"Well you will soon enough."
Steve got control of himself, and after cleaning himself up a little, got the car back on the road and heading into the setting sun.
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Anna walked along for a while thinking about her life, remembering the good times and the bad. She thought about her days as a child, her days dancing, modeling. She thought about her son and daughter and became sad. What would happen to Danielynn? Where was Daniel and was he doing okay being dead too? She almost turned around to try to find Danielynn, to find her and make sure she was okay, but she kept walking. Howard would take good care of her, and besides, she couldn't do anything without being able to control her powers anyway.
"Dang. How am I gonna get to Cali-forni-UH anyway? I can't walk all that way. Wish I could fly like that Casper," she said out loud to no one in particular.
She wondered if now that she was a ghost, Redbull really would give her wings. No. That's just silly talk.
At that moment an old Lincoln pulled up to a red light at the intersection she was walking through, and she looked inside. There, inside, in the passenger seat, was a naked man with his hair neatly slicked and parted, and a young dude in a white t-shirt and jeans with his hair done the same way was driving.
"Hey! You ain't got no clothes on!" she shouted, forgetting that no one could hear her.
She felt really dumb for a second when she remembered that no one could hear her, but in that same moment, the naked man in the car looked over at her.
"Pussy cat, you don't have much room to talk the way you walk the walk," he chanted in a rhythmic and poetic way.
"Hey."
"Why don't you hop in and ride the ride with me, and see what you can see with me?"
"You talk funny...I like it," she said as she jumped through the window into the back seat of the car, having a hard time getting her hips and ass in.
"No one could ever accuse you of not being hip my little pussy cat," he chanted as the light turned green and the car accelerated with Anna still hanging out of the window.
She flopped all the way into the car and looked around, as the Naked man climbed into the back with her.
"Do you mind if I touch your skin?" he asked, continuing, "I don't know if I know where to begin," he said while eyeing her giant breasts.
"I guess," she giggled back running her eyes over his body.
His man sword was more of a man dagger, but as his lithe hands began to flow over her body she felt as if she was being played like some sort of complicated instrument of pleasure.
"Does that feel good and fine and right?" he asked as his hand found it's way into here secret garden, her secret rain forest of love.
"It feels great," she moaned in pleasure, but suddenly she remembered herself, and her need to find the master, her need to get to California and so she stopped him, "but stop. Where are we going?"
"Steve here is on his way to California to find the way to be in and one with the west, to chase the setting sun."
"Steve?"
He pointed at the guy driving.
"Oh, well, in that case," she ended her sentence by reaching over and beginning to stroke his poetic license.
His hands continued to play her body, to find new notes to strike, to find new ways to strike a chord with her womanly pleasure, and then he began to suckle at her ample breasts.
"What's your name?"
"Jack," he said as he entered her with his fingers, and began to really drive her crazy.
"Yur drivin me crazy," Anna moaned in automotive ecstasy.
"I'm not driving you anywhere, but leading. Steve is the one driving," he said prophetically.
At that moment, the car pulled onto the highway and headed down a long stretch of desolate Florida asphalt, and as if on cue, or if he knew what was going on in the back seat, Steve reached down, unzipped his pants, releasing his sensual summer sausage, and began to stroke it to life causing Anna to quiver with hunger.
Anna looked to Jack and questioned,"If Steve is drivin, can I ride what he is drivin?"
"I would if I could give you what's under his hood, but if I can taste your sweet lips, I will not be thirsty," he said knowingly.
Anna climbed over the seat and began to try to focus the tingle in between her legs, the energy, the sexual desire. She didn't have to try very hard as she sunk slowly down onto Steve's masterful manhood with a moan of ecstasy.
"Ahhh, fuck," Steve let out with a look of confused ecstasy.
As she began to bounce up and down as if she was riding a horse and not an old V-8, Jack moved up and balanced between the seats and offered up his rock hard man dagger to occupy even more of her energy.
Steve's face contorted in confused and ignorant pleasure as Anna surrounded him with her power.
Jack's hands continued to work their magic, and between them and Steve's manhood, there wasn't very much that could stop or wanted to stop the gigantic orgastic explosion of sexual energy that was about to happen.
Anna moaned and joyfully accepted everything that Jack had to give her as his body shuddered in a happy ending to his poem, to the song he was playing on her body.
Anna soon followed this act with an explosion of her own, sending another shock wave of orgastic sexual energy out into the world as her ghostly body shook with pleasure and not only unlocked Steve's hot flow of pleasure lava, causing him to send the car flying off the road, but turned on the car radio which blared the song "Sexual Healing" with no indiscretion.
"Wow. I never thought death would be this good. I wonder if the Master'll really be able to teach me anything by the time I find him," she glowed.
"Heavy. The Master will be happy to try."
"You know him?" she asked.
"Of course. Who doesn't?"
"I don't," she replied.
"Well you will soon enough."
Steve got control of himself, and after cleaning himself up a little, got the car back on the road and heading into the setting sun.
Anna In The After Life #2: Death Takes On A Whole New Meaning
by
Charles McCarthy
Anna and James walked along the hospital hallway in silent bliss, reliving their recent orgasmic experience.
"What happened back there?" she asked with a giggle.
"You," he said looking her over, "your sexual energy is very, very strong. You have to learn to control it better."
Anna looked down at her body, still glowing from their encounter with that gorgeous redhead.
"Shit! I can't do nothin right."
"Anna, it's not wrong. You have a power. You are special. You just need to learn how to control it."
They were slowly approaching the doors of the hospital where the natural light from outside was beginning to mingle with the institutional fluorescent lights of the hospital.
"Can you teach me?" she asked slowly laying her head on James's shoulder.
"No, you are too powerful. You must seek the master."
Anna giggled playfully, "The master?"
"Yes."
They stepped through the hospital doors and into the sun, but it wasn't the sun that made Anna cover her face. Hundreds of paparazzi and reporters huddled in the parking lot. Out of instinct, Anna prepared to fend them off and run away.
James stroked her head and whispered, "It will be okay. Remember. They can't see you."
But across the parking lot one reporter did turn and squint, trying to make them out in the bright Florida sun as Anna lifted her head to see the lack of reaction from the reporters.
"But look," she said pointing to Joan Rivers speed walking across the parking lot alone.
She reached them panting heavily and holding her side.
"Gawd, you would think that Oil of Olay would steal some of this fucking moisture from Florida and use it in some lotion. Is it humid or what?"
Anna and James stood shocked. She was obviously talking to them. There was no one else around that she could be talking to.
"Anna, first let me say, you look won-der-ful! I can't say you have ever looked this good. No, really, I can't. It's a legal thing," she said in one long breath, pausing only to fix her hair, "I don't want to get into it, but how do you feel? How do you feel?"
"I, I feel great, but I...I'm dead. You shouldn't be seein me."
James added, "Are you dead?"
"Hon, let me tell you. I've been seeing dead people for years. Between the botox, the illegal European blend of toxins that I get pumped into my skin, the plastic bits and pieces in my ass and tits, and my lack of compassion and humanity, I said sionara to being a real, live person a long time ago. Don't tell "E!" though. It might nullify some of my contracts," Joan monologued, choking out the last few words.
Anna reached out and touched Joan's face. Her hand didn't pass threw it.
"Weird," Anna exclaimed, continuing to play with Joan's face like silly puddy.
Ignoring Anna's touch, Joan asked, "Any idea who killed you babe?"
Anna stopped playing with her face and looked shocked.
"Someone killed me?"
"Joan, I think we need to get going," James said, trying to politely end the conversation.
"Someone killed me? I don't understand."
"You bet your life or your death, the way it is now, someone killed you and killed you good," Joan blurted out, as James lead Anna away.
"What's she talkin about?"
"I'm not quite sure," James said, looking over his shoulder, "but if you were killed, and you are going to do anything about it, you need to find the Master first and learn how to control your powers. You will never get anything done on your own without them."
"Aren't you comin with me?" she asked sadly.
James looked around and back at the hospital before replying, "My place is here. I'm sorry."
"Where is the master?"
"Van Nuys or Chatsworth."
"Cali-forni-uh? Los Angeles?"
"Yes. You have had more "True Hollywood Stories" than anyone alive or dead, so you should have no problem finding friends to help you on your way. Now go."
James placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and ran his hand slowly over her breasts before turning and walking back towards the hospital.
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Anna and James walked along the hospital hallway in silent bliss, reliving their recent orgasmic experience.
"What happened back there?" she asked with a giggle.
"You," he said looking her over, "your sexual energy is very, very strong. You have to learn to control it better."
Anna looked down at her body, still glowing from their encounter with that gorgeous redhead.
"Shit! I can't do nothin right."
"Anna, it's not wrong. You have a power. You are special. You just need to learn how to control it."
They were slowly approaching the doors of the hospital where the natural light from outside was beginning to mingle with the institutional fluorescent lights of the hospital.
"Can you teach me?" she asked slowly laying her head on James's shoulder.
"No, you are too powerful. You must seek the master."
Anna giggled playfully, "The master?"
"Yes."
They stepped through the hospital doors and into the sun, but it wasn't the sun that made Anna cover her face. Hundreds of paparazzi and reporters huddled in the parking lot. Out of instinct, Anna prepared to fend them off and run away.
James stroked her head and whispered, "It will be okay. Remember. They can't see you."
But across the parking lot one reporter did turn and squint, trying to make them out in the bright Florida sun as Anna lifted her head to see the lack of reaction from the reporters.
"But look," she said pointing to Joan Rivers speed walking across the parking lot alone.
She reached them panting heavily and holding her side.
"Gawd, you would think that Oil of Olay would steal some of this fucking moisture from Florida and use it in some lotion. Is it humid or what?"
Anna and James stood shocked. She was obviously talking to them. There was no one else around that she could be talking to.
"Anna, first let me say, you look won-der-ful! I can't say you have ever looked this good. No, really, I can't. It's a legal thing," she said in one long breath, pausing only to fix her hair, "I don't want to get into it, but how do you feel? How do you feel?"
"I, I feel great, but I...I'm dead. You shouldn't be seein me."
James added, "Are you dead?"
"Hon, let me tell you. I've been seeing dead people for years. Between the botox, the illegal European blend of toxins that I get pumped into my skin, the plastic bits and pieces in my ass and tits, and my lack of compassion and humanity, I said sionara to being a real, live person a long time ago. Don't tell "E!" though. It might nullify some of my contracts," Joan monologued, choking out the last few words.
Anna reached out and touched Joan's face. Her hand didn't pass threw it.
"Weird," Anna exclaimed, continuing to play with Joan's face like silly puddy.
Ignoring Anna's touch, Joan asked, "Any idea who killed you babe?"
Anna stopped playing with her face and looked shocked.
"Someone killed me?"
"Joan, I think we need to get going," James said, trying to politely end the conversation.
"Someone killed me? I don't understand."
"You bet your life or your death, the way it is now, someone killed you and killed you good," Joan blurted out, as James lead Anna away.
"What's she talkin about?"
"I'm not quite sure," James said, looking over his shoulder, "but if you were killed, and you are going to do anything about it, you need to find the Master first and learn how to control your powers. You will never get anything done on your own without them."
"Aren't you comin with me?" she asked sadly.
James looked around and back at the hospital before replying, "My place is here. I'm sorry."
"Where is the master?"
"Van Nuys or Chatsworth."
"Cali-forni-uh? Los Angeles?"
"Yes. You have had more "True Hollywood Stories" than anyone alive or dead, so you should have no problem finding friends to help you on your way. Now go."
James placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and ran his hand slowly over her breasts before turning and walking back towards the hospital.
Anna In The After Life #1: Rules of Phantasmic Orgasms
by
Charles McCarthy
Everything seemed to have a yellow glow to it when Anna opened her eyes.
She looked around and saw all the doctors and nurses rushing around her, and Howard standing talking to one of the doctors.
"Howard? What's goin on?" she said as she sat up and got out of bed, feeling a hundred pounds lighter.
Howard did not respond to her questions, and seemed to be ignoring her as she walked towards him.
"Howard?"
Howard continued to talk to the doctor, and they both continued to point at her empty bed prompting Anna to turn and look to see what they were pointing at.
She was both shocked and awed to find that she was still laying in the bed. This sent her into a panic and she looked around the room franticly. She looked down at her self and realized that she was completely naked, and her body didn't look or feel like her body, not now. Her giant breasts seemed to float instead of sag and her ass was perky again.
"Dang!"
She rushed to a mirror, but there was nothing there. She couldn't see herself in the mirror.
"Am I dead?" she said out loud, while walking slowly towards her bloated corpse.
"No! No! it can't be! Why?"
She tried to grab at Howard, but her hand just went through him.
"No!"
She ran from the room crying, and continued to run down the halls of the hospital.
Finally she stopped and slumped to the floor across from an open hospital room and began to really sob.
Where would she go from here? Why? Was she dead? Why was she dead?
She continued to cry so hard that it hurt. She cried until a familiar voice broke the silence.
"Will you shut the fuck up!"
Anna looked up with a look of surprise on her face, as a naked man with a huge, hard man sword walked out of the open hospital room.
"James? What are you doin here?"
Her long dead husband James looked back at her with the same surprise on his face. He was not the man she remembered of course. He was younger than when she had ever known him, and he seemed taller. Muscles took the place of the flab and wrinkles that she remembered in his stomach and chest, and his hair was much thicker and blacker.
"Oh you are finally here," he said as his anger melted.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you. I was just trying to make it with this stripper and your crying was throwing me off," James said with a smile.
"What?"
He held out his hand, "Here come with me."
She slowly rose and walked with him into the room that he came out of. As they walked James slowly ran his fingers down her back giving her the delicious memories of times past, memories of his fingers running over her skin. She began to grow aroused remembering his tongue...his lips...and his manhood that had never stopped working till the day he left her.
"Look," he said as he pointed at a beautiful young stripper with curly red hair and a luscious body.
Her big breasts rose and fell slowly with her shallow breaths.
"What's wrong with her?"
He pointed at her leg up in a cast, "She fell off the stage and broke her leg."
"Awe, poor thang."
"She'll be fine."
James walked over to the stripper and slowly lifted her hospital gown, revealing her closely shaved fire crotch.
"What are you doin? How did you move her gown?"
"I'm going to make her feel better. Come here."
Anna slowly walked towards James. The sight of his manhood and the memories brought back from his touch had sent tingles of desire to her nether regions.
"Sexual energy is the only connection that we have left with the living world," he said as he stroked his manhood.
Anna looked confused and was confused.
"I don't get it."
"You will."
James reached out and began to run his hand over her ample breasts sending tingles of delight all over her body, telling her to move closer.
She moved closer to him and reached down and took ahold of his hard flesh rocket, and as she did this, the tingle in her nether region grew even stronger. She had had this feeling before, but nothing like this.
James looked her in the eyes as he spoke, "Do you feel it?"
"Yes."
"Now take that and use it," he said as he guided her other hand to the stripper's quivering strawberry pubic mound.
She could feel the skin under her finger tips. She could feel it growing moist. She could feel the tingle growing stronger and stronger. The feeling was so strong, and James made it stronger by beginning to run his hand between her thighs.
The stripper began to moan and writhe slowly in the bed.
"Kiss her. Make her feel really good."
Anna bent over and began to kiss the stripper between the legs softly and wetly feeling the pleasure of giving pleasure until suddenly her body exploded with the pleasure that only a man could give, as James entered her from behind and reminded her womanhood what it was to be alive, even when you are dead.
"Oh James! It feels so good," she mumbled with her mouth full.
The sensations were so familiar, but different. She couldn't last very long bent over this hospital bed with sensational, electrical, tingles dancing over her skin and through her body.
Suddenly the stripper let out a moan, and as if on command Anna too let out an orgasmic moan as her body shook with ecstasy.
James too shuddered and thrust deep inside her.
The tingle in her nether region had grown into a burning star of sensation that exploded in an orgasmic supernova.
"DANG! Ahhhh!"
The shock wave of her orgasm ripped through the hospital room cracking all the windows and mirrors and waking the stripper.
The stripper sat up and looked around the room before saying to herself, "Dang!"
Charles McCarthy
Everything seemed to have a yellow glow to it when Anna opened her eyes.
She looked around and saw all the doctors and nurses rushing around her, and Howard standing talking to one of the doctors.
"Howard? What's goin on?" she said as she sat up and got out of bed, feeling a hundred pounds lighter.
Howard did not respond to her questions, and seemed to be ignoring her as she walked towards him.
"Howard?"
Howard continued to talk to the doctor, and they both continued to point at her empty bed prompting Anna to turn and look to see what they were pointing at.
She was both shocked and awed to find that she was still laying in the bed. This sent her into a panic and she looked around the room franticly. She looked down at her self and realized that she was completely naked, and her body didn't look or feel like her body, not now. Her giant breasts seemed to float instead of sag and her ass was perky again.
"Dang!"
She rushed to a mirror, but there was nothing there. She couldn't see herself in the mirror.
"Am I dead?" she said out loud, while walking slowly towards her bloated corpse.
"No! No! it can't be! Why?"
She tried to grab at Howard, but her hand just went through him.
"No!"
She ran from the room crying, and continued to run down the halls of the hospital.
Finally she stopped and slumped to the floor across from an open hospital room and began to really sob.
Where would she go from here? Why? Was she dead? Why was she dead?
She continued to cry so hard that it hurt. She cried until a familiar voice broke the silence.
"Will you shut the fuck up!"
Anna looked up with a look of surprise on her face, as a naked man with a huge, hard man sword walked out of the open hospital room.
"James? What are you doin here?"
Her long dead husband James looked back at her with the same surprise on his face. He was not the man she remembered of course. He was younger than when she had ever known him, and he seemed taller. Muscles took the place of the flab and wrinkles that she remembered in his stomach and chest, and his hair was much thicker and blacker.
"Oh you are finally here," he said as his anger melted.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you. I was just trying to make it with this stripper and your crying was throwing me off," James said with a smile.
"What?"
He held out his hand, "Here come with me."
She slowly rose and walked with him into the room that he came out of. As they walked James slowly ran his fingers down her back giving her the delicious memories of times past, memories of his fingers running over her skin. She began to grow aroused remembering his tongue...his lips...and his manhood that had never stopped working till the day he left her.
"Look," he said as he pointed at a beautiful young stripper with curly red hair and a luscious body.
Her big breasts rose and fell slowly with her shallow breaths.
"What's wrong with her?"
He pointed at her leg up in a cast, "She fell off the stage and broke her leg."
"Awe, poor thang."
"She'll be fine."
James walked over to the stripper and slowly lifted her hospital gown, revealing her closely shaved fire crotch.
"What are you doin? How did you move her gown?"
"I'm going to make her feel better. Come here."
Anna slowly walked towards James. The sight of his manhood and the memories brought back from his touch had sent tingles of desire to her nether regions.
"Sexual energy is the only connection that we have left with the living world," he said as he stroked his manhood.
Anna looked confused and was confused.
"I don't get it."
"You will."
James reached out and began to run his hand over her ample breasts sending tingles of delight all over her body, telling her to move closer.
She moved closer to him and reached down and took ahold of his hard flesh rocket, and as she did this, the tingle in her nether region grew even stronger. She had had this feeling before, but nothing like this.
James looked her in the eyes as he spoke, "Do you feel it?"
"Yes."
"Now take that and use it," he said as he guided her other hand to the stripper's quivering strawberry pubic mound.
She could feel the skin under her finger tips. She could feel it growing moist. She could feel the tingle growing stronger and stronger. The feeling was so strong, and James made it stronger by beginning to run his hand between her thighs.
The stripper began to moan and writhe slowly in the bed.
"Kiss her. Make her feel really good."
Anna bent over and began to kiss the stripper between the legs softly and wetly feeling the pleasure of giving pleasure until suddenly her body exploded with the pleasure that only a man could give, as James entered her from behind and reminded her womanhood what it was to be alive, even when you are dead.
"Oh James! It feels so good," she mumbled with her mouth full.
The sensations were so familiar, but different. She couldn't last very long bent over this hospital bed with sensational, electrical, tingles dancing over her skin and through her body.
Suddenly the stripper let out a moan, and as if on command Anna too let out an orgasmic moan as her body shook with ecstasy.
James too shuddered and thrust deep inside her.
The tingle in her nether region had grown into a burning star of sensation that exploded in an orgasmic supernova.
"DANG! Ahhhh!"
The shock wave of her orgasm ripped through the hospital room cracking all the windows and mirrors and waking the stripper.
The stripper sat up and looked around the room before saying to herself, "Dang!"
An Introduction
This is a serialized, erotic, paranormal, mystery, thriller about Anna Nicole Smith's ghost's journey through the afterlife and her quest to find her killer.
I hope you enjoy.
Charles McCarthy
I hope you enjoy.
Charles McCarthy
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