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From: Peter Langston <psl>
Date: Wed, 11 Mar 98 17:56:55 -0800
Subject: Ahhhhh Jazz!
Forwarded-by: Fritz <Fritz@mhgmlaw.com>
This is the winner of last month's Porno Short Story Contest. The rules
stipulated that the stories had to be 200 words or less [fewer -psl] with no
profanity, and all anatomical references had to be replaced with musical
instruments, players, or references to music.
It was a balmy night out and I was feeling thelonious. I hadn't had
any tatum in so long I could have bixed a choirgirl. But I wouldn't have
to - the moment I entered the Luboff Lounge, the babe with the giant eubies
fixed me with a "come duke me" look. She uncrossed her legs and I could
see almost all the way to birdland. I felt a tingle in my tito puente, and
with a smile, I had her. This is it.
No sooner had we closed my front door than this hot django had grabbed
me by the hines and pulled me close. I insinuated my hand under her sweater
until I found one of her brubecks, then I slowly traced a circle around her
"Oh, baby," she cooed, "you make my red norvo wet." She unzipped my
getz, and reached in to cradle my johnny hodges in her hand. "I'd love a
little mingus, darling. My gillespie is aching."
By this time my king oliver was ready to take a solo; I could hardly
wait to coda, but I obliged her. She hoisted her skirt, and I saw that she
wasn't wearing any basies. I Dove right into her satchmo and attacked her
"Ooh," she moaned, "I want your krupa! Zoot me! Miff me! Fill my
I was ready - almost. I felt in my pocket. Uh - oh. "Sorry, sweets,"
I said. "No blakey tonight. I'm all out of condons."
© 1998 Peter Langston