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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