by
Charles McCarthy
The days flew by along with the highway as Anna showed Jack her newly sharpened powers, almost washing him away with waves of pleasure breaking impossibly over and over again on an orgastic river of sensations. In between showering his man cactus in her spring showers of pleasure and practicing her grasp on the corporeal world by giving their punk driver, Margaret, the ride of her life, she told him of the things that had happened to her since their last meeting. She told him about the shakey lady, seeing her son Danny, and her time with the Master. And, she tried to get Jack to help her find her killer, but he was more interested in Mexican girls and trying to feel the rhythm of the road.
On the third or fourth day she looked out the window to the sight of the beach.
"This looks like Cali-forni-uh!" she exclaimed.
"It is baby doll. It is. This is the mighty ocean with its waves of wisdom that have lapped at the shores of this country, of this continent, of this earth for thousands of years."
"Uh, yeah, so we're back in Cali-forni-uh? Dang, why?" she asked with a confused look on her face.
"Margaret there, here, in here, in this car, was just driving so far to make a drop of tea in the big tea cup called Utah." he rambled off in his usual rhythmic way.
"Tea? What?" she said, even more confused than before.
"Yeah, pussy cat, she made a quick ten grand, and now she can just coast here on the west coast." he replied.
"Ten grand? Dang, that must have been some good tea," she pondered, "Well, I guess this is where I need to be. Maybe that Joan Rivers can help me find out what killed me."
Quickly, Anna hopped into the front seat and sat on Margaret's lap and began to rub her lovely lady hump against her. The power of her sexual desire started to grow with the ghostly friction between the world of the living and the dead. She gently ran her hands over Margaret's hands, and started to guide them. Catching more flies with honey than vinegar, she shot streams of pleasure into Margaret's lady driver, and soon the car was moving at her command. The only problem now was the fact that Anna had no idea where Joan Rivers lived.
Anna drove for a moment, not sure what to do.
"EEEE!" she exclaimed, having the thought of her life, "I'll go to E!. I bet someone there knows where she lives, or I'll just wait around for awards season."
"Donkey!" Jake shouted from the back seat.
"Whaaa?"
"Oh I thought we were playing a game."
Anna giggled and took her eyes off the road for a second, but a second was all it took!
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Thursday, October 22, 2009
Anna In The After Life #10: Going Down On The Boardwalk
by
Charles McCarthy
Anna walked quickly along the street, looking out at the beach and the sun settling into it's watery cradle for another night. The smell of the salty sea air embraced her nostrils and she felt truly calm for the first time since her death. Moreover, she could see the Venice beach pier coming up not to far in the distance, so she was sure she would make it before the Master left. She would finally find the Master.
She stepped onto the pier and started to walk out towards the end. Tourists, exercise fanatics, and weirdos swam around her in a sea of humanity. With every step she could feel the Master's presence growing stronger, and she could understand why no one had wanted to try to explain his power. It shot through her like little lightening bolts and a sense of satisfaction wrapped up in a snickers bar.
Finally, she saw him, and she knew it was him. He radiated a visible light of energy from his olive skin to his long and very curly black hair. As he turned and looked at her, he looked into her. He saw through her and into every bit of her being. He engulfed her supple body, her giant heaving breasts and womanhood, and her soul with his gaze.
The light in his eyes seemed to be even stronger and more powerful than the light he radiated, yet it wasn't blinding, she was able to look straight into his eyes. His body was boney, strong, lean, and sinewy as if someone had carved him out of wood and wrapped him in leather chords, and yet it was somehow soft and inviting. Somehow even the giant calluses on his hands seemed soft.
"You have come," he spoke gently, "I have been waiting."
Every word he spoke seemed to find its way deep into her heart, her soul, and her womanhood.
"Uh-hu. Are you the Master?" she asked, knowing the answer.
"Yes Anna."
"How, how did you know my name?" she asked in wonder.
"I know all of your names Vickie. I even know your stripper names, Misstickle, Tiff Anny, Cheetarah...Should I go on?" he patiently listed.
"Wow. Dang, I don't remember all them."
A slight breeze swept across the pier and tickled her already aroused skin, and for the first time she looked down and saw the Master's circumcised man sword. It was splendid and glowed with a power of it's own.
"What's yur name?" she asked with the answer in her heart.
"I think you know, for my name is known around the world. I preached love to all when I walked among the living. My song was a song of love for all, for the meek, the sick, the poor, and the trodden down masses."
"JESUS CHRIST! Yur Burt Bacharach?" she exclaimed with a look of total confusion on her face.
"Yes and no. I am pretty sure that he is still in the land of the living," he told her calmly and with love, "But my name matters little. You have come here to learn and I have been called the greatest teacher. I will teach you."
"Wait. So what's yur name? Why won't no one tell me? Dang it!"
"I have many names. I am the Christ, the Teacher, the son of god, Jesus of Nazareth."
She stared at him for a long time without responding, and then she spoke slowly, "Yur Jesus? What happened to yur hair?"
After many hours of explaining many things to her the Master showed Anna the light of his love, and then he showed it to her again and again and again. The boardwalk and the pier shook with their lovemaking. In every position, in every place possible in the general Venice beach area, they made love. He taught her to focus her powers and to call upon them at anytime. He showed her that self love is the first love, and how to touch herself inside and out using her desires and energy to touch the world and move it in mysterious ways. His man energy filled her and mixed with her already powerful sexuality.
Through his teachings she understood many things. She still wasn't exactly sure who the Master was, but he taught her how to move the minds and bodies of men and women in the physical world with the ease of a sneeze, but with all it's power.
One day he held her in his arms after giving her the light of his word and the light of his fleshy man sacrament, and looking into her eyes he said, "You are ready Anna. It is time for you to go out into the world. It is time for you to continue on your journey, to spread my teachings, and to find your killer. You have the power now to change the world. You have the power that is in all people, but now you know how to use it."
"Will I ever see you again?" she asked, her body quivering from his last lesson, and the sadness that came with thinking of leaving him.
"Yes. You will see me in every face of every person you love. You will find me in every beauty. And, if you need to feel me, you know where I live, Venice Beach. I love you Anna," he wove his words into her heart, head, and soul, "Now go."
Anna stood and slowly walked away from his light, the light that she would always feel the heat of no matter how far she walked from him. She looked back, and he was gone.
A car horn honked, and she turned to see what was going on, and a familiar voice called out to her, "Hey pussycat! How about a ride, a glide, a slide across the country again in another direction, another circle in the turning wheel of life?"
She saw Jack hanging out the window of a beat up red El Camino driven by a punk rock chick with a bright red mohawk. He was beating out a rhythm on the top of the car with his hands as he shouted.
"You know anything about findin a killer?" she shouted back.
"All I know about is the mind killer of inaction, the muddled blackness that tries to shade the imagination with every drop of time you loose forgetting that you can think."
"Uhhhh...well, I guess that's...Okay!" she said, running and jumping into the back of the El Camino that had already started to move.
A feeling of excitement and energy rushed through her. She hadn't been in the back of an El Camino since the last time she was in Panama City. Her woman energy tingled with the memories it brought back, and she stood and shouted as they drove off down the road.
"Whhhhoooooo Hoooooo! I'm gonna find my killer!" she shouted, mixing the redneck mating call with a declaration of purpose, her breasts swaying in the wind as she shook her body, arms reaching into the heavens above.
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Anna walked quickly along the street, looking out at the beach and the sun settling into it's watery cradle for another night. The smell of the salty sea air embraced her nostrils and she felt truly calm for the first time since her death. Moreover, she could see the Venice beach pier coming up not to far in the distance, so she was sure she would make it before the Master left. She would finally find the Master.
She stepped onto the pier and started to walk out towards the end. Tourists, exercise fanatics, and weirdos swam around her in a sea of humanity. With every step she could feel the Master's presence growing stronger, and she could understand why no one had wanted to try to explain his power. It shot through her like little lightening bolts and a sense of satisfaction wrapped up in a snickers bar.
Finally, she saw him, and she knew it was him. He radiated a visible light of energy from his olive skin to his long and very curly black hair. As he turned and looked at her, he looked into her. He saw through her and into every bit of her being. He engulfed her supple body, her giant heaving breasts and womanhood, and her soul with his gaze.
The light in his eyes seemed to be even stronger and more powerful than the light he radiated, yet it wasn't blinding, she was able to look straight into his eyes. His body was boney, strong, lean, and sinewy as if someone had carved him out of wood and wrapped him in leather chords, and yet it was somehow soft and inviting. Somehow even the giant calluses on his hands seemed soft.
"You have come," he spoke gently, "I have been waiting."
Every word he spoke seemed to find its way deep into her heart, her soul, and her womanhood.
"Uh-hu. Are you the Master?" she asked, knowing the answer.
"Yes Anna."
"How, how did you know my name?" she asked in wonder.
"I know all of your names Vickie. I even know your stripper names, Misstickle, Tiff Anny, Cheetarah...Should I go on?" he patiently listed.
"Wow. Dang, I don't remember all them."
A slight breeze swept across the pier and tickled her already aroused skin, and for the first time she looked down and saw the Master's circumcised man sword. It was splendid and glowed with a power of it's own.
"What's yur name?" she asked with the answer in her heart.
"I think you know, for my name is known around the world. I preached love to all when I walked among the living. My song was a song of love for all, for the meek, the sick, the poor, and the trodden down masses."
"JESUS CHRIST! Yur Burt Bacharach?" she exclaimed with a look of total confusion on her face.
"Yes and no. I am pretty sure that he is still in the land of the living," he told her calmly and with love, "But my name matters little. You have come here to learn and I have been called the greatest teacher. I will teach you."
"Wait. So what's yur name? Why won't no one tell me? Dang it!"
"I have many names. I am the Christ, the Teacher, the son of god, Jesus of Nazareth."
She stared at him for a long time without responding, and then she spoke slowly, "Yur Jesus? What happened to yur hair?"
After many hours of explaining many things to her the Master showed Anna the light of his love, and then he showed it to her again and again and again. The boardwalk and the pier shook with their lovemaking. In every position, in every place possible in the general Venice beach area, they made love. He taught her to focus her powers and to call upon them at anytime. He showed her that self love is the first love, and how to touch herself inside and out using her desires and energy to touch the world and move it in mysterious ways. His man energy filled her and mixed with her already powerful sexuality.
Through his teachings she understood many things. She still wasn't exactly sure who the Master was, but he taught her how to move the minds and bodies of men and women in the physical world with the ease of a sneeze, but with all it's power.
One day he held her in his arms after giving her the light of his word and the light of his fleshy man sacrament, and looking into her eyes he said, "You are ready Anna. It is time for you to go out into the world. It is time for you to continue on your journey, to spread my teachings, and to find your killer. You have the power now to change the world. You have the power that is in all people, but now you know how to use it."
"Will I ever see you again?" she asked, her body quivering from his last lesson, and the sadness that came with thinking of leaving him.
"Yes. You will see me in every face of every person you love. You will find me in every beauty. And, if you need to feel me, you know where I live, Venice Beach. I love you Anna," he wove his words into her heart, head, and soul, "Now go."
Anna stood and slowly walked away from his light, the light that she would always feel the heat of no matter how far she walked from him. She looked back, and he was gone.
A car horn honked, and she turned to see what was going on, and a familiar voice called out to her, "Hey pussycat! How about a ride, a glide, a slide across the country again in another direction, another circle in the turning wheel of life?"
She saw Jack hanging out the window of a beat up red El Camino driven by a punk rock chick with a bright red mohawk. He was beating out a rhythm on the top of the car with his hands as he shouted.
"You know anything about findin a killer?" she shouted back.
"All I know about is the mind killer of inaction, the muddled blackness that tries to shade the imagination with every drop of time you loose forgetting that you can think."
"Uhhhh...well, I guess that's...Okay!" she said, running and jumping into the back of the El Camino that had already started to move.
A feeling of excitement and energy rushed through her. She hadn't been in the back of an El Camino since the last time she was in Panama City. Her woman energy tingled with the memories it brought back, and she stood and shouted as they drove off down the road.
"Whhhhoooooo Hoooooo! I'm gonna find my killer!" she shouted, mixing the redneck mating call with a declaration of purpose, her breasts swaying in the wind as she shook her body, arms reaching into the heavens above.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Anna In The After Life #9: A Helping Hand
by
Charles McCarthy
As Anna flew through the air, time seemed to slow down. She could see the ground rushing towards her, and she was sure that, that evil lady was going to catch her and hurt her. She let out a scream of fear.
"HELP!" she screamed as she fell.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a hand reached out and caught her hand and pulled her up and onto the back of a speeding truck.
She looked back to see Anna Lee shaking her fist violently, so violently that her whole body shook.
"Dang! I guess that's why they call them Shakers."
Turning to see who her savior was, she found herself looking into the face of an angel, her son Daniel. She reached out and grabbed him and hugged him tight.
"Danny! You saved my life!" she cried with joy, shoving his head into her breasts, "What are you doin here? You saved my life!"
Finally she let Danny free from her embrace.
"What am I doin here? What are you doin here mom?" he said with a smile, "I thought you were doin so well. How did you die?"
"I don't know. I'm questin to find my killer right now," she replied excitedly, "Oh! Maybe I'll try to find your killer too."
"Mom...you killed me."
"Dang? I did? Wha?" she questioned with her head swimming in confusion, "I killed you? Why? Wha?"
"Yeah mom. Remember the aspirin you gave me when I got to the hospital? Yeah, well it was actually methadone," he explained, "It interacted with a bunch of other stuff and killed me."
Anna grew sad. She had killed her son. She was the worst mother in the world. How could she go on.
"I killed you? I'm a terrible mother," she cried, "You should have left me back there.
"Hey, it's okay," he said, hugging her, "Dude, life when you're dead rules! I'm so much happier now. I was just on my way to a rave at River Phoenix's house."
Anna held his shoulders and took a good look at him. He had never looked better. He was happy.
"As long as you're happy."
"I am," Danny responded seriously, and then asked, "Where are you going? You can come too if you want."
"I'm tryin to get to Venice before the sun sets, so as I can find the Master. People keep tellin me that my powers are too strong, an he has to teach me," she explained, continuing, "I have to be able to use my powers, so I can find my killer."
"You'll like the Master," he said, looking around, "You better jump off here. Venice is that way."
Anna looked in the direction he was pointing, and then without thinking she jumped off of the truck. She rolled to a stop on the ground and got up.
"I'll see you later. I love you Danny, my baby Danny!" she shouted to the truck, as it sped away.
Dusting herself off, she started to walk along the road into the setting sun.
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As Anna flew through the air, time seemed to slow down. She could see the ground rushing towards her, and she was sure that, that evil lady was going to catch her and hurt her. She let out a scream of fear.
"HELP!" she screamed as she fell.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a hand reached out and caught her hand and pulled her up and onto the back of a speeding truck.
She looked back to see Anna Lee shaking her fist violently, so violently that her whole body shook.
"Dang! I guess that's why they call them Shakers."
Turning to see who her savior was, she found herself looking into the face of an angel, her son Daniel. She reached out and grabbed him and hugged him tight.
"Danny! You saved my life!" she cried with joy, shoving his head into her breasts, "What are you doin here? You saved my life!"
Finally she let Danny free from her embrace.
"What am I doin here? What are you doin here mom?" he said with a smile, "I thought you were doin so well. How did you die?"
"I don't know. I'm questin to find my killer right now," she replied excitedly, "Oh! Maybe I'll try to find your killer too."
"Mom...you killed me."
"Dang? I did? Wha?" she questioned with her head swimming in confusion, "I killed you? Why? Wha?"
"Yeah mom. Remember the aspirin you gave me when I got to the hospital? Yeah, well it was actually methadone," he explained, "It interacted with a bunch of other stuff and killed me."
Anna grew sad. She had killed her son. She was the worst mother in the world. How could she go on.
"I killed you? I'm a terrible mother," she cried, "You should have left me back there.
"Hey, it's okay," he said, hugging her, "Dude, life when you're dead rules! I'm so much happier now. I was just on my way to a rave at River Phoenix's house."
Anna held his shoulders and took a good look at him. He had never looked better. He was happy.
"As long as you're happy."
"I am," Danny responded seriously, and then asked, "Where are you going? You can come too if you want."
"I'm tryin to get to Venice before the sun sets, so as I can find the Master. People keep tellin me that my powers are too strong, an he has to teach me," she explained, continuing, "I have to be able to use my powers, so I can find my killer."
"You'll like the Master," he said, looking around, "You better jump off here. Venice is that way."
Anna looked in the direction he was pointing, and then without thinking she jumped off of the truck. She rolled to a stop on the ground and got up.
"I'll see you later. I love you Danny, my baby Danny!" she shouted to the truck, as it sped away.
Dusting herself off, she started to walk along the road into the setting sun.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Anna In The After Life #8: Shaken Up And Down
by
Charles McCarthy
Orville slammed on his breaks and sent Anna flying off of the bike, over the handle bars, and into a Hollywood Fantasy Tours tour bus full of people. Her sexual energy was still very, very strong, so she gave each person on the bus that she passed through an intense orgasm, ending with Bruce the bus driver.
"That's a deep propERTEEEEE OH YEAH! Give it to me daddy!" he exclaimed in ecstasy over the bus's speakers, as Anna landed head first in his lap.
"What the fuck?" Anna exclaimed out loud, getting up and jumping off the bus.
She looked around for Orville, and found him peddling off in the opposite direction as fast as he could.
"Where'r You GOIN?" she shouted.
Orville didn't reply and kept peddling as fast as he could. He seemed scared. This prompted Anna to look around. She looked, and she looked, but she didn't see anything scary or bad.
"Dang! I'm gonna miss the Master."
"The Master can't help you now," came a voice behind her.
Anna turned to find a shriveled up little woman with dark black hair. Her pigish little nose warbled when she spoke as if she was using every muscle possible in her face when she spoke. She covered her shriveled little breasts and her womanhood with her hands.
"What do you mean, hu? Why not?" Anna asked, upset.
"For thou art an abomination that I shalt striked down!"
"Striked wha?" Anna responded, more confused than usual.
The woman ran at her, keeping her hands over her breasts and womanhood. Anna dodged to the left, but the woman caught her arm with her shoulder, causing Anna to scream out in pain, as she turned to face the woman again.
"Who are you? Why are you trying to hurt me?" she quivered, pain in her voice.
"I am Anna Lee Walker! The founder of the Shaker religion!" she answered with great authority, "and ye art an abomination!"
"Okay...What's a Shaker?" Anna asked, still confused.
Growing angrier, Anna Lee replied very curtly, "A religion that I founded!"
"So?" Anna asked again.
"Sex is evil! EVIL!" Anna Lee croaked out at the top of her lungs, while running at Anna as fast as she could, "I shall destroy ye!"
"Dang!" Anna screamed as she dodged her and ran off down the street away from her shriveled body as fast as she could.
Cars flew by as Anna ran down the middle of Santa Monica BLVD. as fast as she could with Anna Lee right behind her. Her breasts bounced madly as she ran, and the only thing keeping her ahead was the fact that Anna Lee kept her hands over her breasts and wilted flower the whole time, slowing her.
"Get away! I didn't do nothin to you!" Anna shouted.
"Thou art sex and carnal erotica incarnate," Anna Lee preached, "Ye shall be destroyed!"
"But I'm already dead!" Anna shouted back, and then seeing some other ghosts, she started to scream, "Help! Help Me! This crazy Shakin lady's after me!
The others heard her, but instead of coming to her aid, they all ran off as fast as they could from the shriveled little woman.
"There is no one to help thou!"
Anna ran faster, and then the unthinkable happened. She tripped over her own foot.
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Orville slammed on his breaks and sent Anna flying off of the bike, over the handle bars, and into a Hollywood Fantasy Tours tour bus full of people. Her sexual energy was still very, very strong, so she gave each person on the bus that she passed through an intense orgasm, ending with Bruce the bus driver.
"That's a deep propERTEEEEE OH YEAH! Give it to me daddy!" he exclaimed in ecstasy over the bus's speakers, as Anna landed head first in his lap.
"What the fuck?" Anna exclaimed out loud, getting up and jumping off the bus.
She looked around for Orville, and found him peddling off in the opposite direction as fast as he could.
"Where'r You GOIN?" she shouted.
Orville didn't reply and kept peddling as fast as he could. He seemed scared. This prompted Anna to look around. She looked, and she looked, but she didn't see anything scary or bad.
"Dang! I'm gonna miss the Master."
"The Master can't help you now," came a voice behind her.
Anna turned to find a shriveled up little woman with dark black hair. Her pigish little nose warbled when she spoke as if she was using every muscle possible in her face when she spoke. She covered her shriveled little breasts and her womanhood with her hands.
"What do you mean, hu? Why not?" Anna asked, upset.
"For thou art an abomination that I shalt striked down!"
"Striked wha?" Anna responded, more confused than usual.
The woman ran at her, keeping her hands over her breasts and womanhood. Anna dodged to the left, but the woman caught her arm with her shoulder, causing Anna to scream out in pain, as she turned to face the woman again.
"Who are you? Why are you trying to hurt me?" she quivered, pain in her voice.
"I am Anna Lee Walker! The founder of the Shaker religion!" she answered with great authority, "and ye art an abomination!"
"Okay...What's a Shaker?" Anna asked, still confused.
Growing angrier, Anna Lee replied very curtly, "A religion that I founded!"
"So?" Anna asked again.
"Sex is evil! EVIL!" Anna Lee croaked out at the top of her lungs, while running at Anna as fast as she could, "I shall destroy ye!"
"Dang!" Anna screamed as she dodged her and ran off down the street away from her shriveled body as fast as she could.
Cars flew by as Anna ran down the middle of Santa Monica BLVD. as fast as she could with Anna Lee right behind her. Her breasts bounced madly as she ran, and the only thing keeping her ahead was the fact that Anna Lee kept her hands over her breasts and wilted flower the whole time, slowing her.
"Get away! I didn't do nothin to you!" Anna shouted.
"Thou art sex and carnal erotica incarnate," Anna Lee preached, "Ye shall be destroyed!"
"But I'm already dead!" Anna shouted back, and then seeing some other ghosts, she started to scream, "Help! Help Me! This crazy Shakin lady's after me!
The others heard her, but instead of coming to her aid, they all ran off as fast as they could from the shriveled little woman.
"There is no one to help thou!"
Anna ran faster, and then the unthinkable happened. She tripped over her own foot.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Anna In The After Life #7: Love By Cyclist
by
Charles McCarthy
Marilyn twirled her hair and started again, "Well...you probably wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Yes I would." Anna pouted back.
"People told me, and I didn't believe it," Marilyn cooed soothingly, "It's best that you see him and understand yourself.
"Just cause you said so I believe you," Anna responded, crossing her arms, "but I still don't like it."
"You'll understand after."
Anna looked around. The sun was slowly setting in the West, throwing long dark shadows down Hollywood Blvd. and bathing every dirty inch of the street in it's deep orange light.
"Dang. This looks just like Pearl Harbor," Anna gawked looking into the sun and shading her eyes, "So where is the Master anyway?"
"He's in Venice. He is always in Venice to see the sun set," Marilyn told her dreamily, "He will be there until 'the last blades of light cease to cut away the dark,' at least that's what he told me one time," she finished giggling.
"Well, I better fly on over there. I can fly. I can fly. I can fly!"
Nothing happened.
"Damn it! What's wrong now?" she pouted, looking to a laughing Marilyn for help.
"Silly! You have to bathe in man power before you can fly," she laughed, "You're going to have to walk or take the bus or a horse or something."
"Oh well, I guess I'll start walking," she said, hugging Marilyn one last time, feeling her soft white skin against hers and almost not wanting to go, but she had to go.
Anna walked off down the street into the sunset, leaving Marilyn behind. She walked along, walking past cars slowly inching along the street.
"Well, I guess I ain't takin a car or bus. Dang," she said out loud to herself, "How am I goin to get there? I need a bike or a horse or somethin to ride."
Just as she said this, her good luck kept up, and Orville Wright came riding along on a bicycle, his mustache blowing gloriously in the wind along with the rest of his naked body. Of course the only Orville Anna knew about made popcorn.
"I say! Did someone say that they needed a mustache ride?" he shouted, skidding to a halt next to her.
"Dang, everyone's so nice when they're dead," she exclaimed, "Wait a second! Did you say mustache ride? I need a bike ride!"
"How about both lassie?"
"Who you callin Lassie? You think I look like a dog?" she pouted, feelings hurt.
"Oh no miss. On the contrary, if you were to be compared to any animal, it would be fine mare or some sort of gazelle prancing over the African prairies in all it's sleek beauty," he professed eloquently, "for you are beauty in motion."
Anna looked at him for a long time with her mouth hanging slightly ajar before responding, "So can I have a ride or not?"
"Why certainly," he adjusted his thick man-spoke as he spoke, "As long as you don't mind riding my banana..."
She cut him off, "Shoot! I had a banana bike when I was a kid. I could do wheelies," she stopped, realizing that he wasn't talking about his bike, and started again, "I mean, sure, I ain't never done that on a bike before, not the kind you peddle."
"Grand!" he said with a smile, "Hop on!"
"You think we can make it to Venice before the sun sets?"
"We shall try our best!"
Anna straddled the bike in front of Orville and felt the tingling in her stomach grow as his hands found their way around her. He guided her feet to the peddles, and guided his pistol slowly between her pedals (for you botanists out there), and with a push, they were off!
Anna peddled like she had never peddled before. She wanted to finally find this Master guy, and tingling balls of ecstasy bounced through her body with each stroke of her foot. For with each rotation of the gears, she found herself bouncing up and down on his crank shaft.
The bike was going faster and faster, and Orville was having trouble guiding it. They sliced through Hollywood, and were soon on Santa Monica BLVD. They moved and grinded like gears in a perpetual ecstasy machine. His man piston pumped in and out of her fueled by the fires of her inner desires and peddling. The wind whipped through their hair and wrapped around their naked bodies as they flew down the street on an orgasmic, two wheeled, roller coaster.
"Oh My!"
Suddenly something went wrong!
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Marilyn twirled her hair and started again, "Well...you probably wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Yes I would." Anna pouted back.
"People told me, and I didn't believe it," Marilyn cooed soothingly, "It's best that you see him and understand yourself.
"Just cause you said so I believe you," Anna responded, crossing her arms, "but I still don't like it."
"You'll understand after."
Anna looked around. The sun was slowly setting in the West, throwing long dark shadows down Hollywood Blvd. and bathing every dirty inch of the street in it's deep orange light.
"Dang. This looks just like Pearl Harbor," Anna gawked looking into the sun and shading her eyes, "So where is the Master anyway?"
"He's in Venice. He is always in Venice to see the sun set," Marilyn told her dreamily, "He will be there until 'the last blades of light cease to cut away the dark,' at least that's what he told me one time," she finished giggling.
"Well, I better fly on over there. I can fly. I can fly. I can fly!"
Nothing happened.
"Damn it! What's wrong now?" she pouted, looking to a laughing Marilyn for help.
"Silly! You have to bathe in man power before you can fly," she laughed, "You're going to have to walk or take the bus or a horse or something."
"Oh well, I guess I'll start walking," she said, hugging Marilyn one last time, feeling her soft white skin against hers and almost not wanting to go, but she had to go.
Anna walked off down the street into the sunset, leaving Marilyn behind. She walked along, walking past cars slowly inching along the street.
"Well, I guess I ain't takin a car or bus. Dang," she said out loud to herself, "How am I goin to get there? I need a bike or a horse or somethin to ride."
Just as she said this, her good luck kept up, and Orville Wright came riding along on a bicycle, his mustache blowing gloriously in the wind along with the rest of his naked body. Of course the only Orville Anna knew about made popcorn.
"I say! Did someone say that they needed a mustache ride?" he shouted, skidding to a halt next to her.
"Dang, everyone's so nice when they're dead," she exclaimed, "Wait a second! Did you say mustache ride? I need a bike ride!"
"How about both lassie?"
"Who you callin Lassie? You think I look like a dog?" she pouted, feelings hurt.
"Oh no miss. On the contrary, if you were to be compared to any animal, it would be fine mare or some sort of gazelle prancing over the African prairies in all it's sleek beauty," he professed eloquently, "for you are beauty in motion."
Anna looked at him for a long time with her mouth hanging slightly ajar before responding, "So can I have a ride or not?"
"Why certainly," he adjusted his thick man-spoke as he spoke, "As long as you don't mind riding my banana..."
She cut him off, "Shoot! I had a banana bike when I was a kid. I could do wheelies," she stopped, realizing that he wasn't talking about his bike, and started again, "I mean, sure, I ain't never done that on a bike before, not the kind you peddle."
"Grand!" he said with a smile, "Hop on!"
"You think we can make it to Venice before the sun sets?"
"We shall try our best!"
Anna straddled the bike in front of Orville and felt the tingling in her stomach grow as his hands found their way around her. He guided her feet to the peddles, and guided his pistol slowly between her pedals (for you botanists out there), and with a push, they were off!
Anna peddled like she had never peddled before. She wanted to finally find this Master guy, and tingling balls of ecstasy bounced through her body with each stroke of her foot. For with each rotation of the gears, she found herself bouncing up and down on his crank shaft.
The bike was going faster and faster, and Orville was having trouble guiding it. They sliced through Hollywood, and were soon on Santa Monica BLVD. They moved and grinded like gears in a perpetual ecstasy machine. His man piston pumped in and out of her fueled by the fires of her inner desires and peddling. The wind whipped through their hair and wrapped around their naked bodies as they flew down the street on an orgasmic, two wheeled, roller coaster.
"Oh My!"
Suddenly something went wrong!
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Anna In The After Life #6: Balls Are A Girls Best Friend But Fists Are Fun Too
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..."
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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..."
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
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.
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.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Anna In The After Life #4: A Big Hard Lesson in the Big Easy
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!"
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!"
Monday, August 31, 2009
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.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
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.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
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!"
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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!"
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