Sunday, June 29, 2008

Don't tell Donna!

This is a little awkward. My friend Donna George Storey, author of the enchantingly erotic novel Amorous Woman, is wondering what sort of mischief her protagonist, Lydia, has gotten into since sneaking out of the book and slipping off into the night.

What Donna doesn't know is that Lydia has made me an accomplice to her impetuous adventure. Specifically, Lydia asked me if she could drop by my blog for a chat. I told her I could squeeze her in this Wednesday, July 2. I don't know what's on Lydia's mind; but, knowing her, it's something X-rated—so naturally, I'm all ears. And, of course, Lydia made me promise not to say a word to Donna.

Oh, and, having read Amorous Woman, I know that Lydia is a bit of an exhibitionist. So I gather that it's not so much a tête-à-tête she's after, as a tête-à-tête-à-tête-à-tête-à-tête ... So I hope you'll all stop by on Wednesday and help me keep her satisfied.

Just don't tell Donna!

13 comments:

EllaRegina said...

Will you be asking a fictional character fictional questions?

Or is that a philosophical question?

Jeremy Edwards said...

Is it okay if I answer that question with a question?

EllaRegina said...

Is the Pope Catholic?

KM said...

Will there be sofas?

"Tête-à-tête: A sofa for two, especially an S-shaped one allowing the occupants to face each other."

Jeremy Edwards said...

Actually, there's a story behind why there's no sofa here on Planet Jerotic. (Scroll down to the comments on that old post.) So BYOS!

KM said...

Ha! I'll BTWMS -- and maybe a pillow and some bubbly for Shanna.

Craig Sorensen said...

So that the guests, and especially the lovely Lydia, will be comfortable, I have procured a fictional futon and an exceptional fictional Sake.

I trust a futon does not violate the no sofa statutes.

Besides, futons are very, very comfy, and multi-purpose.

Jeremy Edwards said...

Wow—thanks, folks! I'll be done vacuuming the blog in a few minutes, and then I'll help you unload all that furniture.

Craig Sorensen said...

Don't move them yourself. Just hire some fictional movers. Make them nice and sexy so the ladies will have something to let their eyes rest on while sipping Sake.

KM said...

The guests may get hungry. Some fictional snacks of sushi and edamame would go well with the sake...and the fictional naked moving men.

Craig Sorensen said...

My, my, KM, you've already got the fictional moving men disrobed?

I hope you'll let them keep their fictional steel toed boots lest they injure their feet dropping the futon, which I hear is very heavy.

Oh, and pass the Yellowtail sushi, please.

KM said...

I'll concede to the boots and call up a few of my fictional Geisha friends to serve the sake and Yellowfin. They might even perform a fictional Chou-no-michiyuki.

EllaRegina said...

Jeremy Edwards said...

Wow—thanks, folks! I'll be done vacuuming the blog in a few minutes...


Make sure you get all that stray pussy hair. Um...because...you know, Lydia might have a fictional cat allergy...