Anna Carline
The Voice of (cough) Reason
Yes, she’s lovely and talented … we’re just not sure WHAT her talent is. A published writer by trade, she’s written everything from textbooks to curriculum, with stops in between to wax philosophic on spiritual and recovery themes. In her past, she’s been a roller skating waitress at Twing’s Restaurant in Amarillo, Texas, a nurse
and EMT, has a bachelor’s degree in Business Information Systems, and a Master’s in Leadership … oh yeah and she also writes porn errrr we mean erotica … lots of it.
My title on the show is the Voice of Reason ... my take on
that? Not so much ... I live in perception and fantasy FAR more than in
rational, reasonable, reality ... but I really wanted a "title" ... just goes to
show ya, be careful what you ask for!
So I was born in Salem, Oregon but, by the time I was 21,
I’d lived in 20 different places in 10 or 11 different states as well as two
places in Germany (Berlin and Nuremberg). I’m really kind of shy and quiet
(honest!) … I express myself by writing – I’m more observer than participant ….
For me, it’s sort of like Virginia Wolff said “nothing happens until it’s
written about”.
Lots of weird jobs … I once worked for Montgomery Wards
as a Christmas gift wrapper … I was so inept at wrapping, and, then, when I got
the ribbon-dispenser machine thingy stuck “On” so it spurted ribbon across the
courtyard, the “powers that be” informed me in a kind and gentle way that I was
“a nice girl … but probably not suited” for this position.
After that, I was a roller-skating waitress at Twing’s
Drive In Restaurant in Amarillo, Texas. Never mind that I didn’t know how to
skate … I was gonna make $37.50 a week and … well, I was fired in a less than
gentle way from that job after simultaneously dumping an entire tray of food on
a customer as I fell backward into a plate glass window and shattered it …. On
my 1st freakin' day … I didn’t even get paid.
Then I went to nursing school, worked as an EMT, and got
into the Allied Health field and worked various jobs from physician office
management, to principle systems analyst for a national Catholic Healthcare
chain, while earning a Bachelor’s in Business Information Systems and a Master’s
in Leadership. I slowly moved into teaching, then curriculum development,
textbook writing and now write and teach for a living. I've had a lot of my work
published and not a day goes by when I don't think that's pretty damn cool for a
girl who started out life as poor, white trash with a G.E.D.
Married twice. First husband was well, strange, and after I
put him through school he ran off with his office assistant … so, after 7 years,
I was divorced and then I met Grant "aka" Petchy. We were married 25 years … damn
good years, too … until he passed away in his sleep one Sunday morning back in
January 2005. He was my rock, my best friend, and I still miss him - a lot.
Yeah, I write erotica … I mean what the hell … if you can’t
GET ANY in real life … might as well write about it. Most of my writing is
slanted toward my “lifestyle” choice … as a submissive woman … involved in
Domination/submission and BDSM .. … and now, simmering along is a nice, new,
‘getting-to-know-you'-phase with an Honorable, Dominant, Funny, Brilliant, Man .. who I’ll call W to protect His
anonymity ... I'm quite smitten and He says He adores me (sighs
happily)… so there's hope that someday I'll actually be able to USE all the
toys I've gathered in my little Someday-My-Prince-Will-Come-Hope-Chest.
I’ll keep you all posted on the show as to how that’s going!
Oh, and one more thing …. I sang Orange Blossom
Special onstage with Boxcar Willie on my 30th birthday … I don’t
remember too awful much about it … I was rather drunk …. But I do know the
sucker NEVER called me back to sing with him again!
P.S. I'm really into tacos..
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A
Bit of Her Writing ……. |
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The Ritual
© 2004 Anna Grant
He’ll soon be home. Her tasks are done. Her work complete. She races to the
bath and prepares herself for His arrival. A loose cotton shirt her only
adornment beyond His piercings of His treasured cunt. She hears His car on
the gravel drive and gracefully manipulates her limbs into presentation. On
her knees, legs spread, her head arched back, body bowed out to display His
happiness, fingers encircling ankles. His heart pounding in joy.
He
walks through the door, a smile beaming down upon the vision. As He watches,
the ritual begins. Back up on her knees, the cotton dress pulled upwards and
off, folded neatly at his feet. He begins.
“How was your day, sweetfuck?”
She
lays back, spreading her legs further, each leg on the outer side of his.
Smiling, she reaches out for his boot and places it on Her cunt. She grinds
against his boot. Up and down. Up and down. No words, just affirmation that
her day was good.
He
presses his boot into her flesh. “Did you miss Me?”
She
shivers. Nipples hardening.
<Up and down, up and down on His boot>
Grinding her beneath Him. “Are you My cunt?”
Faster. Her heart sings.
<Up and down, up and down on His boot>
<Up and down, up and down on His boot>
His
full weight on His cunt as he leans forward to twist His flesh. “Do you
exist only to please Me?”
Furious movement. Holding fast to His boot. The grit and grime from his
travels scratching her clit, inflaming her need for Him.
<Up and down, up and down on His boot>
<Up and down, up and down on His boot>
<Up and down, up and down on His boot>
Tip
of His boot digging into His cunt. He rocks His heel back and forth,
grinding against her, harder, faster. “Release, c*nt.”
<Up
and down, up and down on His boot>
<Up and down, up and down on His boot>
<Up and down, up and down on His boot>
<Up and down, up and down on His boot>
She cums, screaming, giving Him His pleasure.
"Thank You Sir." Her first words spoken.
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Say Something
© 2004 Anna Grant
Impending sense of doom. Something is going to happen. I don’t know
what it is but I can feel it stealing in like morning fog. Chilled, sneaking
up my spine. Tightening my throat. Undetectable unless you get close enough
to watch my pupils dilate.
I’ve been too complacent. I assumed. I imagined. I thought it was
this … but I’m about to find out it was that all along. “Did I
misunderstand something? Silence. “This is what I thought. Was I wrong?
Silence. Alarm bells. Chest tightening.
No. There has to be another reason. I’ve misunderstood. Risks it. “Am
I wrong?” Silence. Oh, shit. Silence. I hate silence. I want to fill the
void with words. Tears. Something. No. No. No. This is not happening.
Silence lingers.
How do I get out of this with grace? How do I not fall apart? How do I
retain a shred of dignity when I suddenly hear that little abandoned girl
awaken? She’s standing in the doorway, thumb in mouth, holding her teddy
bear. Giant tears in her eyes. “Love me? Please?”
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. “I need to go.” Silence. Should I speak
again? Silence. Say something. Somebody say something. Silence. Time passes.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Backward steps. Easing out. One step. Two Steps.
Almost to the door. Breathe. Three Steps. Twisting the doorknob. Open,
dammit. Don’t run. Walk. I want to move as fast as my heart is beating. I
want him to stop me. I need to get out.
Out the door. Safe in my car. Reality check. Grown woman. Reality vs.
Perception. Not that little girl anymore. Give her a hug, send her back to
bed. She shouldn’t be here anyway. Breathe. Think. “Why did he abandon me?
What am I gonna do now? I thought……. You thought wrong. But he……. Did he?
Are you sure? But He must have….. Why? Cuz you wanted him to? …… No but he
seemed …… he said, he, he, he ……… “
“You stupid bitch. You thought it was real. Ha. Ha. Fooled again.
Nyah. Nyah. Nyah. Nyah. Nyah.”
“I’m not stupid. Don’t call me that. It was real. I know it was. It
was real to me.”
“ENOUGH! Both of you shut up. It just is. Pick yourself the fuck up
off the ground, and wash your face. Go on. Do it. You disgust me when you
cry.”
Softening. “It’s going to be all right. This isn’t the end of the
world. Some things just are the way they are. Come on, let’s go to bed.”
Cold sheets. Folded up in on herself. Hugging the little girl. Letting her
rest. Woman. Adult Again. Reality Again. But not till morning.
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