Conversations
with Joe Byrne
GeminiGirl
When you’ve been writing the same character for a long time they take on a
life of their own. Sometimes they jump out of the page and start talking to you
and before you know it, you’re carrying on conversations with them as if it was
a perfectly normal thing to do...
This story is offered as a slightly
cheeky, loving tribute to the memory of a man who is still winning the hearts of
women, not just where he once lived, but all over the world.
All banners by Krazymoonkat
“I
wish Ned and I had had access to a
computer! There would never have been any problems then with getting
that
bloody letter published!”
”I can’t quite see you sitting at a computer Joe,
typing, with your gun lying
next to the keyboard…”
“Oh
but you know what nimble fingers I have
lass…”
“Shit
Joe, you can’t do that while I’m
trying to type, I have to get this finished, people are relying on
me… Ahh…
Perhaps they can wait another day…
~~~
“You’re
not posting that, are you?”
“Why,
what’s wrong with it?”
“Well
it’s nice and all but… Where’s the
sex? You know your readers will be expecting a hot sex scene, it is
about Joe Byrne after all!”
“You
are so full of yourself sometimes, you
know that don’t you?”
“Oh
aye. And you wish you were full of me
too…”
“Joe!”
“Oh
come on lass, no need to be coy, you
forget I know what goes on in that pretty little head of
yours…”
“Alright
then, Mr. Hotshot Outlaw! Since
you’re so cocky, let’s hear it.”
“I’m
assuming you’ll want the toned down
version. I know you’re allowed to be a bit more explicit
these days but we may
as well keep some things between ourselves, eh lass?”
“I
can’t concentrate when you do that…”
“Good.
Then you won’t be interrupting me.
Now let’s see: His long lean body is pressing her
against the wall and she’s
desperate to feel all of him, her hands searching for his skin
underneath the
layers of clothing…”
“Hey!”
“Oh
come on lass, don’t think I haven’t
noticed that you have a thing about me having sex against a wall,
it’s a
recurring thing in your stories!”
”Well I may have written it a couple of
times…”
“I’m
not saying there’s anything wrong with
that, me darlin’, in fact it’s pretty hot. Want to
give it a try? Only I have
to say that with you wearing these jeans it wouldn’t be that
easy to
accomplish. Might just sit you on my lap instead…
that’s better. There are
things to be said for those 19th century
dresses. And wanton women
who don’t wear underwear, like that Kate in your story, I
really liked her!”
“Well I thought you might
appreciate that
little surprise…”
“I
have to say you haven’t left me wanting
in any of your stories, lass. Maybe it’s time for me to
return the favour. My
mouth on your breasts, your
hands in my hair and me filling you
up so that you are gasping for air…”
“Are
you suggesting I need to do more
research to be convincing?”
“I’m
saying give your readers the sex scene
they want! Besides you’ve got me all hot and bothered
now…”
~~~
The
door slammed shut and he pressed her
against it as his mouth covered hers. His hands were pulling her dress
up above
her hips and she could hear the cotton tearing as he got to her
undergarments.
She pulled on his trousers and the buttons went flying as she freed him
from
the confines of the cloth. Both of them cried out as he pushed into the
warm
wetness and she wound her legs around him. Fast and furious, he buried
himself
in her again and again, till she went limp in his arms. Then he slowly
sank
onto the floor, holding her tight.
~~~
“Hmm…
not bad, Joe.”
“Not
bad?!? Just admit it, you’d love to be
her!”
“Well
I never said I wouldn’t… But as nice
as the hard pounding can be, perhaps something a bit
softer...”
~~~
He pulls her down to sit in his lap. His
hands slide along her thighs and she can’t suppress a shiver.
A small smile is
playing about his lips as he slips his fingers between her legs and she
sighs
and closes her eyes. His mouth covers a nipple and her fingers tangle
in his
hair as he pushes inside her. She starts rocking against him, gently at
first,
revelling in the way they fit together so perfectly. Then she moves her
hands
to his shoulders and picks up the pace, and he’s holding onto
her hips, looking
down watching himself plunge into her again and again, and he can
barely hold
himself back. She throws her head back and cries out and he slams
himself into
her one last time before they collapse against each other.
~~~
“It
seems to me there was a fair bit of
pounding going on there too…”
“Oh
never mind! As much as I’d love to
indulge in sex with outlaws all day, I do have things I need to be
doing!”
“You
won’t mind if I use the computer while
you’re gone, will you lass?”
”Not at all, as long as you stay away from the porn
sites...”
“I
have no need for those kinds of thrills,
darlin’. Will see you later then! Now let’s
see… Where’s the Google search…
Type in ‘Joe Byrne’… Whoa! Results 1-10
of about 97 800, not bad for someone
who’s been dead for nearly a hundred and twenty-seven years!
I wonder how many
entries Ned has got…”
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