Sunday, July 17, 2011
The Enchanted Bathroom by Liam Stalls
Sandy Warner finds more than she bargained for in the Three Lillies bathroom. Overcome by the moans and groans from the couple in the next stall, she begins to fantasize a hunk obeying her every wish.
Richard Leere didn’t expect to find the woman of his dreams flustered in his restaurant. After a surprise grab to his groin, he smiles.
Sandy, unsure if the man before her is real or her imaginary hunk, steps back. After an embarrassing moment, she now must decide if she should make a move while the smile is plastered on his face, or apologize and walk out with her dignity.
Having finished the pukes and cussing I took out my handy mouthwash and rinsed several times at the mirror and sink area. The door opened and I heard footsteps approaching. When I looked up I had to take a double take...
“Miss, are you all right? I heard...well...someone being sick and just wanted to make sure no one needed my help.”
I stared at him from the mirror. My hunk! My imaginary hunk stood behind me. In a daze I turned around and grabbed his crotch.
“Hey!” He stepped back.
I must have turned all shades of red because I felt the embarrassed heat flaring my cheeks and neck.
“I’m...so...sorry.” I just grabbed this guy’s crotch. What am I? Nuts? “I just wanted to make sure you were real and not a part of my fantasy. Oh my God, you must think I’m nuts.”
Totally surprised, he didn’t run out like a mad man. He actually approached me and...
I don’t normally read erotica, but between the blurb and the excerpt I just had to read Enchanted Bathroom. There were so many questions. How did Sandy go from being turned on to being sick? Or if she went into the bathroom because she was sick, how did she get turned on while being sick? And what did Richard do when he approached her and… ?
The only way to answer those questions is to read the story. It’s only sixteen pages long. However, I have two warnings for you when you read it. First, there is graphic sex in the story. And second—be sure you’re in a chair you can’t roll out of when you laugh, because you’ll be laughing hysterically. Even if you normally aren’t fond of graphic sex, it’s worth reading this book for the humor. You might even find yourself wishing there was an Enchanted Bathroom near you. I mean, really—for ninety nine cents, who can’t afford a good roll… um, belly-rolling laugh?