Some Myths Are Just Asking to be Retold

by Arlene Webb

When a ten breeds with a ten, unless mom’s a crack addict, genetics claims the kid should grow up to be 10 x 10, which adds up to one badass 100.

Take the most erotic, beautiful and irresistible XX (Aphrodite), and crossbreedwith the ultimate aggressive, powerful and virile XY (Ares), and yet, some damn silly Greeks and Romans dreamt up a XY-WIMP (Eros) for an offspring.

Sure, being the son of a love goddess and war mongrel could do some serious damage to your self-esteem, but a stunted dude(cute bare butt, but certainly nothing impressive on the front side) carrying a flimsy weapon and beaming such an angelic grin you either want to whip out an assault rifle or kick him?

Naturally, I assumed the bearer of true love is a lot more interesting than that and one lucky commentator will get a chance to check it out for themselves for free! Make sure you include your email address in your comment.

Here’s opening paragraphs for Arrow to the Heart:

February 12, 3:00 p.m.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was five…make that six kills ago.”

A deep sigh fell from Cu’s lips. “Cut the crap, Officer….” He glanced down at the

questionnaire the woman had filled out in his waiting room. Two angry words—Bite Me—were scrawled within the box marked NAME. “Officer Me. Perhaps I should use your first name, but Bite is not only common, it adds oral fixation to your list of problems.”

Cu looked across his desk through the one-way mirrored divider. Seated in front of him, unable to see him, the lanky blonde crossed lovely legs. Her skirt hitched above her knees. Large hazel eyes flashed with anger and he sighed again. She wasn’t happy to be there. Well, neither was he, and he had better things he could be doing than counsel a

trigger-happy nutjob.

“Whatever,” she said. “My nickname is ‘Screw You.’ ‘Up Yours’ works, too.”

He drummed his fingers on his desktop. “Until you put aside your low self-esteem and authority issues, and we get to why you’ve been suspended pending my signature, I’ll call you Miss Boring. Think you’re the first officer to resent that seat?”

Cu had PhDs in Psychology, Human Sexuality, Biochemistry, and Advanced

Medicine….

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Speculative fiction, thinking what if is the foundation for every story I’ve written and it’s led me to some fun places. On this valentine, wouldn’t you rather buy a card with a picture on it as yummy as the dude on this book cover? Better yet, forget cards and give your valentine a story from my heart to yours.

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Panty Tales

By Stephanie Beck

 Underoos. Skivvies. Panties.

I didn’t realize underwear didn’t have to come in plastic bags hanging on a Wal Mart wall until I was nearly eighteen. Up until then, all of my underwear came in the packs of seven or eight bought at the beginning of the school year and meant to last until the next round of school shopping. Sure, there were more options in the stores, but we never bothered to look at them, let alone buy them. My mom wasn’t big into spending on fancy undergarments. Bras were white and if those packs of underwear had a few pairs with flowers on them, well that was kind of cute-right?

My first pair of special, not from the Hanes Her Way collection panties came from Victoria Secret. Two of my friends insisted I go with them one afternoon when we were at the mall looking for shirts. Spending money on underwear hadn’t really crossed my mind at that point. Why in the world would I pay nearly five dollars for a pair of underwear when I had a drawer full of perfectly good granny panties?  I succumbed to peer pressure and spent twenty dollars at the store on garments that would be hidden under my clothes at nearly all times. At the time I didn’t think it was a great investment.

Then I started wearing them. I didn’t buy anything too risqué, just a few pair of bikini-style panties. I hadn’t thought much of the colors or design, but by comparison, my old ones were plain and boring. Before long, my plain jane undies had been pushed to the back of the drawer, replaced by several new pair of panties in bright purple, green, yellow, even tiger stripes. I bought silk ones and even tried a few in lace.

I soon learned that a girl could spend a whole lot of babysitting money on underwear, but as that girl, well, I was one happy camper.

In Panties Optional, Maggie Chase chooses to leave her panties at home in anticipation of a wild night of sex and debauchery after signing on to Madam Eve’s 1 NightStand dating service. Her date, Sam, doesn’t mind the decision at all and the lack of obstacles help things turn hot and heavy very quickly.

Now, for me, I don’t know if I’d go the commando route. I’m more of a satin and lace kind of girl when it comes to planned seduction. Or, in the event of not-so-planned seductions, cotton covered in Care Bears seems to serve me well. What about you? What’s your favorite in your undies-arsenal?