Michelle and the Randy Model

by Marie LeClare

With my modeling career really taking off, after years of being in the adult industry, the legitimate gigs have started coming. So I don’t have a great deal of time socializing and being that I’m a single lesbian, makes for some really lonely nights.

The other day I went to a local dinner here in Dallas, which is where I go when I feel I need grease in my diet, and laid my eyes on the prettiest brunette. I soon found out her name was Michelle, but she preferred to be called Miki, and kind of teased and flirted with her.

Since I’m known in the dinner as a lesbian, some of the good old boys, or rednecks, don’t particularly like the idea, but they do like me because I tell jokes right along with them and so it’s like a stand-off.

The next day I went back to the dinner, not because I needed grease so much, but that I needed Miki.

It was her day off, so as I was lamenting the fact she walked in and sat down beside me, wishing me a good morning.

As I went to the jukebox to play some music, I had already found out what kind of music Miki liked, I noticed one of the good old boys whispering something in her ear and them both looking at me, and I assumed that he was telling her that I was a lesbian.

Not bringing up the subject I told her I was fixing on going to the mall and doing some shopping if I could find something I liked and she asked if I wanted company. I told her I’d be happy to have company so we hopped in my car and took off for the mall, leaving her car at the dinner.
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Mommas Clit Ring

by Marie LeClare

This week docweasel.com presents a new work of Erotic Fiction from Marie LeClare.
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Netubation is a Sickness

Tamphex

There is an epidemic which has a had a strangle hold on the internet for sometime now. No, it isn’t the endless pop-ads for Bonzai buddy. It’s something far more hideous. Something which somehow has gained a foothold not only on here but has also being accepted into the mainstream media machine.

And also I suppose has helped Kleenex reach their monthly sales quota. Netsex. Ugh. I’m disgusted with myself for even having to type that word into my html editor. Netsex. Argh. Let’s have a closer look at this foul term shall we.
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Doctor’s Office Manager

by Marie LeClare

It was another Winter day, and in this part of America we are known to get huge amounts of snow, so I pulled my SUV out of the garage and headed off to work at the doctors medical building.

I had come up through the ranks as first a clerk, and finally I had been asked by the doctors, if I would take the position of office manager, since the last manager had been let go because of missing drugs.
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In a decision I’m sure wives of guys who spend their long lunches (12pm-10pm) at strip joints will hail, a judge has found that a $5 dollar fee (1/4 of a lapdance, sans tip for ‘extra service’) cannot be levied against patrons:
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Most Helpful Girl
They’re hoes looking for attention. Some women think any and all attention is good attention. They live for the approving comments they get like “damn you’re sexy” and stuff like that. They would feel insecure if people didn’t give them that kind of attention.
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Meeting

by Marie LeClare

Since coming to Dallas, and going to work for the airlines while I waited for my big break modeling, I have never hidden the fact that I was a lesbian. This is pretty much what happened one Friday night.

I was sitting in the Blackeyed Pea Restaurant, which is across the street from Sue Ellen’s, a Dallas lesbian nightclub. As I was eating in the near deserted restaurant, and reading Diva, a United Kingdom lesbian magazine, I had the feeling somebody was looking at me. I think everybody gets that feeling one time or another.

I glanced up to see a young auburn haired girl sitting in the booth across from mine. She smiled at me and I returned the smile. She got up and moved her stuff across the aisle and slid into the booth facing me.

She said almost apologetically, “I’m sorry but can I ask you a question?”

As I looked at her I knew she had something that was really bothering her, so I said, “sure”.
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Kari’s Idea

by Marie LeClare

Kari walked along the edges of the pool, scooping leaves from the surface of the water, and from the skimmer, in preparation for her after school swim.

She had just entered the tenth grade and had intentions of joining the school swim team this year, something which her mother and grandmother had done during their high school years.

It was sort of a tradition, but not one she felt forced into. She wanted to join the team, many of the members were her friends and there were fringe benefits, such as travelling to other schools, the parties, and of course, the locker room. She felt comfortable around the other girls when nude, sometimes fantasizing about them.

In her home she was regularly naked, as were her mother and grandmother, nudity was just something no one was concerned with. It was natural for one or the other to walk through the house naked after showering, or to sit at the table in the nude early in the morning before the day started.
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Wedding Bell Blues

There Goes the Bride

Springtime is upon us boys and girls, a time for new beginnings, fresh ideas, warmer weather and 500 million fucking weddings.

This wedding business is seriously traumatizing. I even cancelled my own this spring because the two of us were such neurotic freaks about it that the whole thing simply wasn’t worth hating each other for. Maybe one day we’ll sneak off to Vegas.
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