The Punany Experience

Dear Reader:

Jessica Holter has mesmerized audiences for over a decade with her live performances exploring sensuality and sexuality—two totally different things—through poetic word and physical expression. She is undoubtedly a prolific poet. In
The Punany Experience
, she shows the world how prolific she is as an author.

Korea and Stormy had traumatic childhoods, like so many women, and end up becoming involved later on in life. But their relationship—their love—is not an easy journey. Both have different needs and desires, and both have a lot of emotional baggage and scars inflicted on them by men. They want the American dream; a nice home, financial freedom, and true love. They have it, for a period of time but soon realize that it is not enough. That is the amazing thing about life. Once we achieve everything that we have ever wanted, we begin to yearn for something different. Why? Because all of the challenges and hurdles have been overcome. That is human nature.

The Punany Experience
is engaging, sensual, suspenseful, and a real eye-opener. This book is for anyone who wants to learn more about how people think, how they love, and how they cope. It is possible to beat the odds, to repair damage, and find what it is that you truly seek. Once Hartford enters the lives of Korea and Stormy, everything changes. Hartford is a complicated man, with unusual desires that his wife cannot fulfill. That is when “the war between tops and bottoms” begins.

Thank you for giving this book a chance. I am sure that you will enjoy it. Thank you for reading the books published by all of my Strebor authors. I try my best to bring you out-of-the-box titles that you will not find at other publishers. I have always been a risk-taker and believe that every good story has an audience. You can visit me online at Eroticanoir.com or join my online social network at PlanetZane.org.

Blessings,

Publisher

Strebor Books

www.simonandschuster.com/streborbooks

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LSO BY
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ESSICA
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OLTER
Verbal Penetration

Strebor Books
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

© 2010 by Jessica Holter

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ISBN 978-1-59309-145-3
LCCN 2010925103
eISBN 978-1-4165-5330-4

First Strebor Books trade paperback edition July 2010

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To Patience

I would like to thank God for keeping me alive through it all.

To my patient and loving son, KLH, for being my motivation to improve myself.

To Zane and Charmaine, for accepting, editing and publishing this book; to Shay, for being a confidante and a friend throughout this writing process; even though you
don’t even know me
. To Artisha “Mack” McCullough, for waking the sleeping lover in me, so I could write and be about sex again. To Olaywa and Porsha, for listening. To Lisa Blackwell, Jeannie Arnold, Terenda and Jack, Julie and Todd, for giving me a home when I had none, and for taking care of me when I was sick, hurting, or traveling; to Britteni (Honey T) Taylor and all of The Punany Poets; to Denyse Ford and all of her ladies who give love to Ghetto Girl Blue—thank you for feeding me; to Dwayne, Yulonda, and Sven, for the game. Special thanks to Ms. Sonni Collins and Terenda Goodwin for taking the time to read and edit this book. But, especially, to all of THE FANS who have truly given me a Punany Experience.

When I was asked to present a second book to Zane, I pondered over how to deliver a novel the fans of the Strebor authors would appreciate. I decided to base this book,
The Punany Experience
, on a poem from my first book,
Zane Presents The Punany Poets’ Verbal Penetration
. Far from the average down low discussion,
The War Between Tops and Bottoms
, a story-poem about two lesbians in a sexual battle with one another and a married man, shocked audiences when it was first presented in live form by the talented actress and AIDS activist, LOVE the poet. This poem initiated discussions during my Punany-branded cabaret shows about the power of the prostate, and began conversations about what is “gay” and what is “straight.”
The Punany Experience
is a provocative excursion into a world where the lines of sexual identification are seductively rubbed away to reveal the unobstructed truth; that orientation is simply the process of becoming accustomed to something that is new to you.

So, with no further ado, I present to some, and introduce to others…

Late.

her hips pressed

against my ass

Hot.

because he was watching

It’s like that?

It could be.

but what she

really wants to do

is fuck a man in the ass

Like that?

Yep.

She’s never done it before. I lied, not knowing it yet.

Forty-five minutes and a bridge ride later

my phone rang…

“Booty Call,

  Booty Call,

    Booty Call!”

I wondered if I could download that ring

and set it for the men

who phone disrespectfully

after 10 o’clock pm

It was 2:15 in the morning

“Is it cool?

I’m on my way to your pad.”

I looked at my woman

as if to ask permission

She returned a sly glance as if to say,

“Bring it on!”

Five minutes inside

he was just parking

but she was already

showered and strapped

I had seen her that way many times

her plump ass squeezed between three black leather straps

holding in place a 9-inch dick

I had handpicked from Good Vibrations

to match the John Henry hunk of the man

I used to call my husband

It was large, slightly flexible, jet black

and bulged with human vein-like texture

I had a special relationship to this dick

It was mine

and I was particular about it.

to me, it was as real as any dick,

as in relationships

it would only stray if I got careless and lost it

or as in tonight, chose to give it away.

It was huge next to her small body

but trust,

she wore it and used it like she had grown it

She was soft butch, bisexual by admission

and beautiful by even Hollywood standards

If she were an ice cream she’d be a Creole Mocha Blend

A tiny package, she was full of surprises

Hairs on her chin

Egotistical and a Taurus

even her cum smelled like a man’s

Yet her breasts were nearly as large as mine

and I was busting provocatively out of a double D

I’d lie if I said living this life

didn’t bring thoughts of

Jerry Springer to my mind from time to time

I giggled like the child I felt like,

Anticipating…

Nowhere to hide

She made a cup of coffee

sipped it wearing nothing

but the dick and strap

I blushed

abandoned her to the shower

doorbell rings

I scrubbed and tried to wash off the vodka

so I could know that this was really happening

Now let me get this straight…

rinsing my cigarette breath again

spitting water

My former lover

Is coming over

to let my lesbian lover

fuck him in the ass

I shook my head a couple times

but the thought was still there

My heart would not stop racing

it wasn’t sexual excitement

I was pretty sure of that

It felt more like the nerves that flutter about your stomach

when you know you have done wrong and your momma has found out

but you haven’t made it home yet

and your sister is running toward you

shouting

ooooh, you gonna get it!

Accepting the inevitable

you can only hope she falls.

I had known him for as long as I had known my own sexual being

I was a virgin when we met

He introduced me to the freak in me