Saturday Story 2023 – Week 48 (The Black Queen: Legend – Part 2)
This unique take on the world of The Black Queen continues today on my Patreon. This tale plays with the ideas of the original stories and turns them upside down in unexpected ways. It will be a long multi-parter with plenty of surprises along the way. Synopsis below:
When Jeremy is tasked with writing a piece about an erotic urban legend, he discovers some truths are better left buried.
In today’s installment, Jeremy meets the creator of it all, but what does he have to say about the legend he inspired?
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A small excerpt is available below:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/93964924
Simon Burke worked at an auto repair shop. He was a mechanic and as expected of someone in his line of trade, he wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty. He was nearing his fortieth anniversary, was married to science teacher Beverly, and had two young daughters. Mary was the oldest, a Spring child who had turned ten a week earlier. As for Ella, she was six years, seven months, and twenty-two days. The youngest of the family had recently developed a passion for keeping time, and she was always accurate to the tee. Whether it was a short-lived phase or a prelude to a beautiful mathematical future remained to be seen.
Before settling in on his current job, Simon had tried his luck at many different professions. He had worked at a fast-food chain to help pay for college; he had been a postman, a chauffeur, and even a security guard at a football stadium. It was his brother-in-law who first recognized his skills with a torque wrench and a spark plug gapper, and offered him a position in the family business. The outcome couldn’t have been more satisfactory for both. Every new vehicle offered a new set of challenges and tackling them all gave him an unprecedented amount of joy. It was great.
However, in the years between starting college and meeting the love of his life on a busy sweet station, Simon had also been something else: a writer of strange erotic tales who penned his work with the initials of his given name. The first of such stories was written in answer to a challenge by a friend but soon became a forbidden passion that grew with the discovery of his kinky thoughts. Most of his literary escapades were short and to the point with no hidden meanings or preachy messages. They were jerk-off material for lonely guys desperate for the erotic thrills they couldn’t get in life.
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