Riot Girl

By Aussiescribbler

Riot Girl - For Patty, molotov cocktails and Tasers were the ultimate aphrodisiac.

The Girl Who Played with Herself - A sexy dragon-tattooed computer hacker stirs up a hornet's nest when an unscrupulous tycoon tries to take advantage of her.

The Cat Who Shot the Cream - Fratman takes on that notorious feline fatale The Panther.

Going Ape! - A sexy primatologist dreams of bonking like a bonobo.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aussiescribbler
• Release date: Nov 13, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465766700

Aussiescribbler

Sex is a wonderful thing, but I find it hard to take it seriously. It has the power to make buffoons of us all. But I like to laugh as much as I like to get off so its a win-win situation over all. There is nothing so erotic as a spirit of playfulness, and that is what I express through my erotic stories. If you like puns, parodies, slapstick and one-liners with your saucy stories then you may find something here to tickle more than just your funny bone. I also write about psychology under the name Joe Blow.

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Riot Girl

by Aussiescribbler

Smashwords Edition published by Aussiescribbler

Copyright 2011 Aussiescribbler

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Table of Contents

Riot Girl

The Girl Who Played With Herself

The Cat Who Shot the Cream

Going Ape

Riot Girl

Fuck the IMF! screamed a female voice and almost simultaneously a flaming Molotov cocktail crashed into my riot shield, exploding into a multitude of fragments. Gunther, my trusty partner, whipped out his fire extinguisher and hosed down the fiery debris.

They really mean business today, he commented, surveying the crowd of several hundred rioters who were overturning cars, throwing bricks through shop windows and pelting us with anything that came to hand.

Passionate about their beliefs, I pointed out. You have to give them credit for that. Respect for our safety and other people’s property perhaps not as high a priority for them as it should be, that I grant you, but spirted, that they are.

The girl who threw the cocktail was coming at us full pelt now, head down like a charging rhino. She was a slim girl in skin-tight black jeans, a black windcheater and a black balaclava.

Fascist cunt pigs! she shrieked, kicking my shield so hard that I fell back into a crouching posture.

O.K. That’s it! I screamed. It’s the Taser for you, you little shit! Down she went, jerking and twitching uncontrollably. Cuff her, Gunth.

Three minutes later the three of us were back in our squad car.

How did you know it was me? chuckled Patty, when I pulled off her balaclava. Nobody recovers from a Tasering as quickly as my Patty.

Your unerring accuracy with a Molotov Cocktail is unique amongst that uncoordinated rabble, I pointed out.

You aren’t actually going to take me in, are you? she asked.

Of course not, I replied. "They’d only keep you in jail overnight. I know how riots make you horny and I don’t want you getting hot and heavy with one of