Happy Tuesday, Molly Monsters! You know Tuesdays are tied with Mondays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays as my favorite days of the week, right?  What makes Tuesday great is that a group of authors each choose a picture and write exactly two-hundred words designed to tease you, to tantalize you.  It’s called TantalizingTuesday, and it’s some of the most fun I’ve had with a keyboard and a mouse.  

Today is just a bit different, and I’m probably breaking the rules a little, and anyone who knows me understands that I NEVER break the rules. I’m an absolute angel. I stick right to the guidelines. I’ve never even heard of drawing outside of the lines. I am the most consistent and… Hey! Stop laughing. I’m being serious here… Stop! Don’t make me pelt raisins through cyberspace at you (Thanks RN for the raisins thing) because nobody wants to be pelted with raisins.  
For the love or Rocco Siffredi’s hard…um… abs, where the heck was I?

Oh yeah.  Breaking the rules.  See, there’s an astounding anthology series I’ve been extraordinary fortunate to associate my name with. (Stop it, grammar jerks! I tried seven ways to write that sentence without ending in a preposition and without seeming snooty by saying “with which to associate” so just leave me alone.)  This great series is the Gratisseries.  Gratis—as in free.  That’s right.  You can get the Gratis series free on Amazon.  I’ve been in the last two issues, and the newest is called Summer Fling. It has my story, Marsala Sweet, in it. So, the tease for today will be from that story.

God! That was a hell of a long introduction for a two-hundred word tease.  Here it is, the girl on the screen from Marsala Sweet from Gratis: Summer Fling, edited slightly because I don’t naturally write stories in two-hundred word passages.

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The Girl on the Screen



Her lips were painted in a deep shade of red, and dark eyeliner gave a sultry flare to her gaze that said a great many things that weren’t innocent at all.
She was petite, so small that she looked the size of a child but her breasts and the curve of her hips made it clear she was a woman. 
But she was tiny.
She was so damned tiny. She was a tiny contradiction, a juxtaposition of innocence and sexiness that somehow made both seem more pronounced.
She was also me.
There was something crazy about knowing that, knowing that the girl on the screen wasn’t some stranger, some nameless person.  It brought a burst of shame and a bigger burst of excitement.  Neither made sense.  I’d never looked at girls in sexy movies or porn like they had anything to be ashamed about, and I’d never thought the idea of being on display would be sexy either.  Still, I was suddenly filled with the irrational certainty that somewhere my father, my older brother, my grandfather, and my Uncle Terry were all sitting down and looking at a computer screen and exploding in anger when they realized it was me.



There it is, Molly Monsters!  Be sure to check out the teases from all of the other great writers! I know you’ll love them.  Until next time, grab life by the balls because you never know what might cum of it!