Hello everyone. I hope the New Year is going well for you so far.
I have a special treat for everyone today. The main characters from Dee Dawning's latest novel, EEK! I'm a Woman—Ginger Allen and Brad Fairchild—are hanging out with me today and they've agreed to an interview.
For those not familiar with EEK! Here's the Blurb. A Story and Adult Excerpts follow the interview.
What would you do if you woke up as someone else?
Waking after a wild celebratory night of with Ginger, a dazzling courtesan, Brad needs to pee bad. Taking his usual position in front of the water closet he reaches for his male ego but can't locate it.
What the H…? He pads to the vanity, flips on the light and stares in the mirror where he is rewarded with the reflection of…Ginger, the girl he spent the night with. What the F… is going on!
Character: Ginger Allen
Occupation: Actress / model / courtesan
Employer: Independent contractor
Other: Roommate and best friend of Amber
Character: Brad Fairchild
Occupation: Trading manager
Employer: Bayside Securities
Other: Best friend of Lew
Character: Amber Lane
Occupation: Actress / model / courtesan
Employer: Independent contractor
Other: Roommate and best friend of Ginger
Character: Lewis Caruso
Occupation: Stock Trader
Employer: Bayside Securities
Employer: Bayside Securities
Other: Brad's best friend
Just in case you didn't know, a newbie angel switched Ginger and Brad's bodies while they slept just as Brad was about to get a promotion from the big boss the next day. So this should be one of the most interesting character interviews ever. So let's begin the interview.
Dee: "So Ginger, Brad, who wants to go first?"
Dee: "Okay Brad, you asked for it." (snicker, snicker) "After being Ginger your whole life, what was it like waking up in Brad's body?"
Brad: He chuckled. "As you might imagine initially we both flipped out, but after we got over the freakiness and shock of our new bodies, we became curious."
Dee: "Curious about what?"
Brad: We were curious about what it was like being the opposite sex, i.e. was it really opposite?
Ginger: "True, but Brad was more curious than me. He had a new toy called a penis and couldn't wait to play with it and try it out."
Brad: "Yeah, it was great. I peed standing up and then I blackmailed Ginger into giving me a blow job."
Ginger: "Blackmail's probably too strong a term. Since I was now Ginger, I needed Brad to play me at work, so I agreed."
Dee: laughed. "So how was it?"
Brad: flashed a huge grin. "Fansuckingtastic!" He laughed.
Dee: blushed. "Well, we better be moving along. Ginger, I'd like to hear more about the differences."
Ginger: Really except for size and sex organs it wasn't really that much different. The difference was in societal demands"
Brad: I agree with Ginger. The big differences were in dress, code of conduct and other limitations society sets on us.
Dee: That makes sense. According to the book, you eventually discovered how you changed places."
Ginger: "Ah-huh, believe it or not, a couple of angels, Madame Suriano and Suzie Carpenter switched us."
Brad: "It was really Suzi, Madame wasn't there. When Madame left Suzi in charge while she went to check on some one else. Suzi thought we were serious about thinking it would be neat being the other person."
Ginger: "That was the strangest experience. I thought we were going to die, They directed us to their office which I swear was in the sky, maybe a cloud and when they were finished--"
Dee: "Shhh! You don't want to give away too much of the book. Tell me did you think it would be nice being the other person?"
Ginger: "I did think it would be cool being Ginger and still do."
Brad: "And I loved the idea of being a mid-level investment banker. That's what I went to college for."
Dee: "I know. If I remember right, you had an opportunity to switch back. Did you consider it?"
Brad: "Hell yes. But in the end we decided we liked the new us and us as a couple."
Dee: "Tell us about your best friends, Amber and Lew."
Ginger: She lolled her head back and laughed. "If ever there was such a thing as love at first site, it was them."
Brad: He nodded. "Absolutely, their eyes just lit up when they first saw each other in Libation Station."
Ginger: "Unlike us. We had to learn to love our former selves."
Dee: "Was that hard?"
Brad: "Surprisingly, no."
Ginger: "I agree. It was like we were made for each other. The fact is, I was crazy about Ginger the moment I saw her, so I love being her and we love each other too."
Dee: "Yes, I could tell they were enamored right from the start. I loved all the characters in your story except for your boss. Ginger, tell us about, Milton Grimes."
Ginger: "Oh my God! I could go on and on about him. I never knew how evil he was until I met him as a woman. He tried to turn me into the corporate whore with the offer of big bucks and a cushy job. When I turned him down, he and that lacky Chief of Security of his, tried to rape me and God knows what else. Thank God for our angels and Brad. Then he kidnapped—"
Dee: "Well, it seems your lives have certainly gotten more exciting since you met and switched bodies."
Ginger: laughed. "It certainly has. Every day was and still is a new adventure."
Ginger: "Yes, but it's so much more. There's paranormal, there's suspense, there's even action parts and thriller parts."
Brad: "Yep, not counting that it's humorous and sexy as hell. There's a lot more to EEK! than paranormal romance--switching bodies."
Dee: I have to agree. I thought it was a hot, fun, exciting page turner. Is there anything either of you would like to add for our readers, before we go?"
Brad: "Just thank you for having us and that as a former woman, if an angel offers you a penis, don't think twice. Grab it and--"
Ginger: "Bradley Davis Fairchild. You should be ashamed of yourself. A penis isn't everything. Besides the penis you have used to belong to me and you don't see me mooning over losing it. Being a woman can be exhilarating and fun. I'm having a ball."
Dee: Laughing. "And there you have it. EEK! I'm a Woman, check it out, it's like nothing you've ever read."
Sampling of Clever Lines
· Can you imagine what it must be like to look like that? To be that desired. If I was a woman and looked like that, I'm afraid I would be a real slut." Brad
· "You're not in the service anymore Carpenter. Angels do not salute each other." Madame Suriano
· "This is so bizarre. Look, can you believe it? I have a cock." Brad/Ginger
· "I know—my cock, and I have a pussy—your pussy." Ginger/Brad
· "This is so cool. They ought to invent an extension for women so they could go standing up." Brad/Ginger
· "Yeah, right. I can just see them patenting a universal urinator for women." Brad/Ginger
· "Men are so crazy about blow jobs, I've always wondered why." Brad/Ginger
· "I'd hate to guess, how many cocks have been in your mouth." Ginger/Brad
· How do you know that? How can you be so sure?" Her mouth fell open. "You didn't enter her mind, did you?" Madame Suriano
· "I'd say you look like a million bucks…every year or so." Brad
· "Women don't order straight bourbon on the rocks." Brad
· "Not yet, I'm cooking. Now, be a good boy, girl, whatever you are and set the table." Ginger
· "Well do it. Fill me; fuck me with that big blue Smurf dick of yours." Ginger
and dozens more funny or sexy lines
The sun barely peeked through the blackout drapes when I woke. I sat up. Ginger had been right. Last night had great fun. In fact it had been arguably the best sex of my life. Ooh, the things I did to that beautiful blonde bombshell. Ooh yeah, and the things she had perpetrated on me. How could this dazzling girl with the appearance of an angel be so naughty and wicked in bed?
Ginger had cost me dearly, but I would've paid double or even triple for what had to be the greatest night of my life. What made it doubly fun was that Ginger, that gorgeous slab of woman flesh seemed to have a fabulous time too.
I draped my legs over the edge of the bed and stretched. I had to pee something fierce, so I padded into the restroom. Naked from the glorious night of frolicking, I lifted the toilet seat and reached for dickie. Hmm. I frowned. What the f… There's nothing there. I mean no dick, no pubes, nothing.
I felt around down there a little more and suddenly jumped as if a bolt of lightning struck me. No, it was more like a bolt of pleasure—pure, joyous pleasure. I touched something that felt… I reached down again and rubbed it. God that feels good, but… "Where's my dick?"
I spun around. I'd spoke, but the voice I heard was Ginger's. I stomped to the vanity, hit the light switch and glared into the mirror. I wasn't there—Ginger was. I couldn't believe my eyes. I blinked, but Ginger was still there, albeit, with a worried look on her beautiful face and I who stood right in front of the mirror was nowhere to be seen. "What the f…" I said, but she moved her mouth and again it was her voice. I raised my hand to, touch the mirror and felt it, but it was Ginger who raised her hand in the mirror. Suddenly, I realized, "EEK, I'm Her!"
I am Ginger? This was fucking crazy. I'd become Ginger. I began to shake. My heart raced and I couldn't catch my breath. Christ, what's going on? Was Ginger a witch? A body snatcher? A she-devil?
I ran into the bedroom and flipped on the light. Ginger was in bed, with the covers pulled over her head. I pulled the cover down and was eye to eye with…Brad Fairchild—me!
"What's the matter?" The fake me said in my missing masculine voice. Suddenly, her eyes rounded and grew to the size of silver dollars. She pointed at me and exclaimed, "You're, me!" Then she pulled her hand back and examined the hair on the back of it and her lack of pointed, colored nails.
"And you're me!" I shouted, "What the fuck is going on?"
He/she moved a hand around his face. "I really am…you. How did this happen?"
I held my hands out to the side. "I wish I knew."
He/she hopped out of bed and looked in the mirrored wardrobe door. "This is unbelievable. He/she started pacing. "Let's not panic. There has to be some logical explanation for this."
"Maybe it's some freak accident. You got me pretty hot and I know you were hot too."
I waited for her, I mean me, to continue.
When she didn't, I asked, "Yeah. What're you saying?"
"I wish I knew. Maybe we got so passionate we entered each other's bodies."
"That part about switching bodies is a given, but it doesn't seem possible it happened while we got it on. It happened while we were asleep, not when we were in the throes of passion." I backed off. "At least I think it happened while we were sleeping."
"This is so bizarre." His eyes expanded! He grabbed hold of his/her/my cock. "Look, can you believe it? I have a cock."
"I know—my cock, and I have a pussy—your pussy. Maybe this is a temporary phenomenon."
"That would be nice."
I kissed her forehead, then the bridge of her nose, while kneading one of her tanned breasts, flicking her long, sexy, pink nipple.
She inhaled and sighed. "Mmm, that feels so good."
After kissing the eyelid of each closed eye, my tongue traced the crease between her closed lips. Another sigh and she parted her lips. As my tongue entered, hers darted out and intercepted mine. She moaned as our tongues met and danced a tango of seduction, but I needed to move on.
Ginger inhaled sharply when I broke the kiss. Then she wriggled and squirmed as my lips languorously left a trail of moist kisses, evaporating as my lips moved to her neck and leisurely down to her shoulder.
"Oh God. My body is humming."
I snickered. "You best get used to it because this is the mildest thing you'll feel before I'm finished with you."
My lips meandered across her chest pausing at the vale between the swell of her lovely breasts and nuzzled my face between them. She tunneled her finger tips through my hair. "Ooh, Babe-e-e. Hurry sweetheart, my pussy, clit, everything is on fire."
I cupped her breast, then sucked on her taut nipple.
"Jesus!" She shuddered as she gasped. "That is remarkable. I can feel that clear down in my toes. I had no idea."
"Yeah, my nipples are pretty sensitive. My clit too."
"How about your other nipple?" As I sucked on her other nipple her fingernails raked my locks digging into my scalp.
"Oh my God. It's even stronger."
I slid my right hand down past her lightly rounded abdomen to her smooth mound, letting my fingers drape over her clit, giving it a gentle tap with my middle finger.
Ginger raised her hips and pushed her pubis into my hand. "I can't believe how good that feels. I can't believe how good you are."
I chuckled. "That's because I used to be a woman!"
Pausing for a second of lucidity, Ginger giggled, "You were weren't you?" Then as I pushed my middle finger into her heated, wet, pussy, she gasped. "Oh fuck!" She shuddered and gently rolled her body from side to side.
I whispered as seductively as I could, "Would you like these lips and tongue to take the place of my hand?"
"Fuck yes babe-e-e, I can't wait."
She sighed as my mouth pulled away from her nipple. I rose back up to her head and shivers shot through my tongue reamed her ear canal. Then I whispered in her ear, "I'm going to eat that sweet pussy of yours, now."
"Oh, yes, yes hurry, eat my cunt!" she begged.
I laved a path of cooling moistness across her heated skin, causing goose bumps to erupt in its wake on every accessible sensuous spot on her luscious body. Her neck, breasts, ribs, navel, hips and mound all glistened from my saliva.
I settled between Ginger's thighs, inches from her wax smooth pussy. Having never had the opportunity to observe my former pussy like this except in a mirror, I studied and admired its petal-like folds. Edging closer, she moaned as I touched her clit with my nose and took a deep breath. Her aroused fragrance was sexy, natural and potent.
She gripped a clump of my hair. "What are you doing?"
"Loving the aroma of your sweet pussy." Something elemental drew me in until my mouth nestled between her heated folds, and my tongue enthusiastically delved into her sopping wet pussy. Snaking an arm around each thigh, my right hand slipped back to her clitoris, massaging it with my middle finger. My left hand rose along her abdomen, across her ribs until my fingers caressed her beautiful breasts, massaging each and plucking her nipples, alternating between them.
Sucking, licking and reaming with such gusto, my slurping sounds matched her deep purring moans. Ginger's head started slowly rolling from right to left and left to right, messing her beautiful hair.
Positioned at the nexus of her legs, I scanned the length of Ginger's lissome, frame, admiring her model-like characteristics in a way I was unable to otherwise. "Mmm, you taste good. I could get used to this."
Breathlessly she responded, "So could I. This feels better than a blow job!"
The more I ate her pussy the greater her reaction. Her hands fisted the sheets, and her back arched off the mattress as her hips thrust her pussy firmer into my mouth. Periodically, her arms slapped a pillow or the headboard while moaning and whimpering between sighs of my name.
All of a sudden, she blurted, "Jesus, I can't believe how good it feels to have my pussy eaten. It's like your tongue's on the on the edge of my soul."
Wanting to taste Ginger's clit, I began fucking her pussy with two fingers, and took her clit in my mouth. When I began sucking and licking her clit, Ginger went bonkers.
Digging her long fingers through my hair, she occasionally closed her fist around a handful, pulling me closer, while her clit thrust into my mouth. "Don't stop!" She moaned long and low. "That's it, more of that, give me more…more…I love it!" Breathlessly, she hummed her pleasure. "Christ, you are good. I've never knew anything could feel this good…"
Jesus. I wanted to fuck this woman. Her every word, punctuated by a thrust of her pussy against my mouth, made my throbbing cock jump with need. I could stick my cock in her and she'd probably welcome it, but I wanted to make her cum orally, first. Fastening my lips to her swollen clit, I tongued and sucked upon it. Simultaneously, I thrust my fingers into her weeping recess over and over while rotating them back and forth. The combination proved to be exactly what she needed to send her over the edge.
~ * * ~
Spasms of pleasure rippled through me as my looming climax built. I was close, so close, I closed my eyes, grit my teeth and willed it. Then like a dozen birthday presents, it came and came and came.
My orgasm roared out of the depths of my pussy, around his fingers and right up into my well-licked and sucked clit. My thighs clamped down tight along his ears and my ankles crossed on his back pulling him in even harder. Literally screaming, I thrashed back and forth so hard, it's a wonder he didn't get whiplash.
The climax gripped at my entire body in its white hot fury. Waves of radiant pulses branched out from my core, careening through my nerves and veins like some out-of-control creature playing pinball inside my nervous system. "Oh fuck, baby! It's blowing my mind!"