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The Reporter - A Tale of Erotic Foot Tickling
Available now by clicking HERE or below:
https://thelaughtermechanic.wordpress.com/2021/12/04/new-tickle-filled-short-story-now-available/
Excerpt below…
Hope you enjoy…
Thanks for checking it out,
TLM
Excerpt follows:
Chapter 1
The Explosion
To say Leslie was a good journalist for the large nationally recognized news organization where she’d worked for the last 20 years was quite an understatement. Leslie had gotten interviews from newsmakers from around the globe when others could not. She’d possessed a unique ability to transcend the complexities of any particular sticky political or religious topic and describe their essences in clear, concise language. She’d also been able to help two opposing ‘camps’ on a particularly sticky political or religious issue see their shared humanity and common decency. Leslie was the kind of person that you could drop into any hostile place on the planet and in a matter of minutes could miraculously transform the warring factions of that said hostile place into domestic parties talking to one another and sharing their collective grievances with one another. Maybe it was her voice, her understanding of history, or maybe just her raw sex appeal (her stunning good looks matched with her long legs on a volleyball player frame always kept despots from ordering more bloodshed for their respective regions). Leslie also had an ‘Ace of Spades’ if you will in her feet and she KNEW how to play those beautiful ‘cards’ of hers when necessary. She could be in a room filled with crusty old men bent on killing each other and with a few strategic strappy sandal dangles off her gorgeous long toes, her second toes being longer than her big toes, these same violent offender men could lose their violent tendencies in a matter of moments. These foot antics combined with Leslie’s unsurpassed INSANELY good ‘people’ skills or ‘soft skills’ as they’re often referred put her WAY beyond where any normal 43 year old woman would be in terms of communication skills and emotional maturity.
Truth be told, it was actually Leslies ‘soft’ skills that outshined her exceptional journalistic acumen, and allowed her to win prestigious awards for her globally recognized interviews and stories that her peers could only dream of.
Leslie’s superiors had promoted her multiple times over the years to a host of higher paying positions. From her days of eating packaged, sodium chloride deluged noodles to save money so she could take her night classes at the local community college, Leslie had come a long way and was now, after her promotions within her news organization, able to live comfortably in a spacious high rise, one bedroom apartment with expansive views of the busy urban life below. Set behind thick, clear glass, Leslie’s ‘little palace’ was where sunrises and sunsets could be thoroughly enjoyed barefoot with her cat, Anthony, a Siamese-Himalayan mix, sipping the highest quality coffee that money could buy.
Coffee and beautiful pussies...I mean felines ;-) were Leslie’s only vices.
That is if you don’t count her two erotic ‘kinks’.
More on those in a minute.
And so it was with Leslie’s latest work promotion that she was now giddy as a school girl to come to work again. It was like when she’d first gotten out of college and landed her first writing gig at a large newspaper in the next town over.
Leslie’s latest assignment was one she was BORN to do....her ‘dream job’ so to speak.
Leslie had been promoted to tasked to ‘Senior War Correspondent’ in a region of the planet decimated by years of fighting and only destined to get worse.
Religious fanaticism was playing a major role in the conflict and Leslie’s undergraduate majors in both military studies and religion, and her graduate degrees in journalism and international relations made her a hot commodity for any news outlets wanting a journalist to cover an overseas conflict.
Plus it certainly didn’t hurt that she spoke a multitude of languages.
If she didn’t know the language where she was asked to travel to and get a news story, she’d learn it in a matter of WEEKS.
Yes, weeks
She was truly a savant when it came to languages. The people in these lands where she’d travel would always be taken aback by her tall (5’10”), well proportioned frame equipped with pale, freckled skin topped with red hair and eyes that sparkled a cool cobalt blue as deep as the Mediterranean Sea.
She was stunning to look at to put it mildly; a classically beautiful woman with a girl next door charm and a voice (oh that soft, commanding voice!) able to sound nearly native in whatever tongue she was reciting.
Everyone would peg her immediately as a monolingual, American ‘country girl’, not sophisticated in the ways of the home country where she was residing.
But this was actually where things got fun for Leslie.
She relished these underestimations.
It actually was her superpower, getting others to think right off the bat that she lacked intellectual prowess.
To read more…click on the link below:
https://thelaughtermechanic.wordpress.com/2021/12/04/new-tickle-filled-short-story-now-available/
Available now by clicking HERE or below:
https://thelaughtermechanic.wordpress.com/2021/12/04/new-tickle-filled-short-story-now-available/
Excerpt below…
Hope you enjoy…
Thanks for checking it out,
TLM
Excerpt follows:
Chapter 1
The Explosion
To say Leslie was a good journalist for the large nationally recognized news organization where she’d worked for the last 20 years was quite an understatement. Leslie had gotten interviews from newsmakers from around the globe when others could not. She’d possessed a unique ability to transcend the complexities of any particular sticky political or religious topic and describe their essences in clear, concise language. She’d also been able to help two opposing ‘camps’ on a particularly sticky political or religious issue see their shared humanity and common decency. Leslie was the kind of person that you could drop into any hostile place on the planet and in a matter of minutes could miraculously transform the warring factions of that said hostile place into domestic parties talking to one another and sharing their collective grievances with one another. Maybe it was her voice, her understanding of history, or maybe just her raw sex appeal (her stunning good looks matched with her long legs on a volleyball player frame always kept despots from ordering more bloodshed for their respective regions). Leslie also had an ‘Ace of Spades’ if you will in her feet and she KNEW how to play those beautiful ‘cards’ of hers when necessary. She could be in a room filled with crusty old men bent on killing each other and with a few strategic strappy sandal dangles off her gorgeous long toes, her second toes being longer than her big toes, these same violent offender men could lose their violent tendencies in a matter of moments. These foot antics combined with Leslie’s unsurpassed INSANELY good ‘people’ skills or ‘soft skills’ as they’re often referred put her WAY beyond where any normal 43 year old woman would be in terms of communication skills and emotional maturity.
Truth be told, it was actually Leslies ‘soft’ skills that outshined her exceptional journalistic acumen, and allowed her to win prestigious awards for her globally recognized interviews and stories that her peers could only dream of.
Leslie’s superiors had promoted her multiple times over the years to a host of higher paying positions. From her days of eating packaged, sodium chloride deluged noodles to save money so she could take her night classes at the local community college, Leslie had come a long way and was now, after her promotions within her news organization, able to live comfortably in a spacious high rise, one bedroom apartment with expansive views of the busy urban life below. Set behind thick, clear glass, Leslie’s ‘little palace’ was where sunrises and sunsets could be thoroughly enjoyed barefoot with her cat, Anthony, a Siamese-Himalayan mix, sipping the highest quality coffee that money could buy.
Coffee and beautiful pussies...I mean felines ;-) were Leslie’s only vices.
That is if you don’t count her two erotic ‘kinks’.
More on those in a minute.
And so it was with Leslie’s latest work promotion that she was now giddy as a school girl to come to work again. It was like when she’d first gotten out of college and landed her first writing gig at a large newspaper in the next town over.
Leslie’s latest assignment was one she was BORN to do....her ‘dream job’ so to speak.
Leslie had been promoted to tasked to ‘Senior War Correspondent’ in a region of the planet decimated by years of fighting and only destined to get worse.
Religious fanaticism was playing a major role in the conflict and Leslie’s undergraduate majors in both military studies and religion, and her graduate degrees in journalism and international relations made her a hot commodity for any news outlets wanting a journalist to cover an overseas conflict.
Plus it certainly didn’t hurt that she spoke a multitude of languages.
If she didn’t know the language where she was asked to travel to and get a news story, she’d learn it in a matter of WEEKS.
Yes, weeks
She was truly a savant when it came to languages. The people in these lands where she’d travel would always be taken aback by her tall (5’10”), well proportioned frame equipped with pale, freckled skin topped with red hair and eyes that sparkled a cool cobalt blue as deep as the Mediterranean Sea.
She was stunning to look at to put it mildly; a classically beautiful woman with a girl next door charm and a voice (oh that soft, commanding voice!) able to sound nearly native in whatever tongue she was reciting.
Everyone would peg her immediately as a monolingual, American ‘country girl’, not sophisticated in the ways of the home country where she was residing.
But this was actually where things got fun for Leslie.
She relished these underestimations.
It actually was her superpower, getting others to think right off the bat that she lacked intellectual prowess.
To read more…click on the link below:
https://thelaughtermechanic.wordpress.com/2021/12/04/new-tickle-filled-short-story-now-available/
