Simple American initiated this Blogbuster™ Project, entitled 48 Concubines in conjunction with our L B taikor's birthday on the 8th of March. All Perms & Conditioners (shampoo, hair wax & gel included) can be found here. Lil' Miss May passed the baton to me last Saturday (So sorry! Been busy and busy getting tired...) to continue from her Chapter Two. I'll be kind and do a C & P of episodes one and two.
Chapter One, by Simple American.
The man paced nervously back and forth. His day was here. It only came once a year and he looked forward to it during the other 364 days. He tried to curb his anxious nature. If you rush into these things some of the pleasure would be diminished.
He chuckled as he thought of the joke his Texas brother told. It was a dirty joke and one of the few that the Texan told that was actually funny.
This joke centered around a pair of bulls standing on the top of a hill. The elder bull, the father had brought his son to this overlook. The younger bull had come of age and he eagerly gazed down upon the meadow below where the herd grazed. The breeze carried the cow scent up to the bulls and the younger could feel the urge building up in his loins.
“Come on Dad. Let's run down there and screw one of them heffers.”
The elder bull looked at his boy and winked, “Son. Let’s walk down and screw em all.”
The man chortled again. Humor and wisdom all rolled into one. Yep. On this night he better walk a lot.
A chill draft blew in as the door opened. He tugged at the navy blue robe. His bling fell out, with his 24 karat golden “L”. He stuffed it back under the robe feeling the cold metal on his smooth chest next to the golden “B” that hung from another chain.
It was the Texan. No surpose there. He helped things procede smoothly. L B stood and the men shared a manly embrace. The Texan snuck in a pinch. L B jumped back. Dang everytime on his birthday he copped a feel. Oh well. One cannot buck tradition.
“She’s ready,” the Texan drawled.
“Who,” L B asked? His heart beat faster in anticipation. He adjusted his belt in an attempt to keep his composure.
“You know it wouldn’t be any fun if I told you.”
The two men laughed. The Texan walked over to the fridge and pulled out a Corona. Looked around and cursed at the lack of a lime. He popped the top off on the lip of L B’s counter.
“Your gonna scratch that yet.”
The Texan looked back sheepishly. “Sorry. Why in the hell are you talking to me? Get. She’s waitin’?”
L B looked at the Texan who plopped down on the couch, scrunching the duvet. He flicked on the TV. “Anything new from Uncle Ho?”
“It’s all in the cabinet. You’ll find something I’m sure. See you tomorrow.”
And L B walked out into the night. The garden outside looked beautiful under the soft lamps. Definitely tended by someone with Japanese training. He walked passed the boxwoods and smelled the air blowing of the Indian ocean. And then he arrived at the adjacent room. A large blue number one nailed firmly into the mahogany.
He rapped twice and waited.
“In a moment,” a voice softly called. L B’s pulse quickened at the sound of it. The voice almost sounded familiar and yet…
The door unlocked and slowly opened. “Happy birthday, Mr. Chairman. Or should I be calling you the Emperor now?” A small giggle followed.
His lips curled into a smile. That face, oh… that face. His eyes roamed down the length of the curvaceous woman standing there, dressed in a blue-blue tei silk dressing gown with one smooth leg peeking out from the folds. He remembered that leg. And everything else underneath that gown. He looked up again and saw that she had been doing her own roaming on him as well.
“Baby! What a surprise. When did you arrive?” They embraced in a hug, and held on for awhile. Just a little while longer. He breathed in her familiar scent.
“I flew in last night. Come in, don’t stand there on ceremony. I felt that something else wants to stand up too.”
Shifting slightly in adjustment, L B stepped into the sweet vanilla scented room. The light had been turned down, and all around the scented candles gave off a warm glow. An array of white lilies adorned a small table at one corner of the room. Jasmines were scattered on the floor. As he approached the table, his nose was tickled by another aroma. Served on a fine china plate was something totally finger lickin’ good.
“Ah, you found your birthday dinner! I knew it was some time since you had yourself a grand platter of KFC with lormaikai, so I brought some in. And then after dinner,” she said, as she stepped in closer and let her hand travel down his back, “We’ll have a little bit of dessert. I shall be your Concubine M for tonight…”
L B felt another pinch on his tush. But this one, he didn’t mind. He didn’t mind at all. In fact, to his own surprise, he didn’t mind skipping that deliciously finger lickin’ good meal and go straight to dessert. Or maybe after a drumstick… No. No drumstick. There was another ‘drumstick’ he wanted to bite into. And his stick was ready to do some beating of its own. His klangklangs were aching with excitement.
“Dinner can wait,” he mumbled, as he led them to the bed.
“Good,” she whispered. “The bush badly needs a trim.”
He grinned. This was better than dinner. He kissed her lips and neck, as his hand travelled down from her bosom down to the gown’s sash. But before he could tug the gown open, there was a soft knock on the door accompanied by persistent scratching. And a whine.
“Ignore it,” he said, fiddling at the knot.
Then they heard a bark. Arf!
And a flutter of wings.
“They’re too early,” she sighed. Dessert would have to wait. She squeezed his loins briefly before breaking the embrace and adjusted her gown. She walked to the door and turned the knob…
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Chapter 3 by angel
The other woman at the door is none other than Concubine Winnfrey and of course, her son that followed her to almost wherever she goes, young
Just a few days ago, Concubine W was feeling very stressful due to some work problems. (Yes, being a concubine doesn't mean that you don't have to work, okay! These are what we call, the Super Modern Concubines™!) So, after work, she quickly made a call to the Emperor's Apple™ iPalace™ and told him that she desperately needed to see him and will be there in 30 minutes.
Emperor L B was of course very pleased to hear from her. "My Concubine W," he whispered. Concubine W is a very special lady. She's got the Creative iAura™ all over her, on & off the bed as well...
Let's just say that evening, both of them had a ball. Well, literally and not...
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Chapter Four shall be passed on to mistipurple...
Disclaimer: The characters & events depicted in this Blogbuster 48 Concubines are totally fictitious. Any similarity to any person living or dead is merely coincidental.