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Category: Erotica/Taboo Erotica
Description: "When I see Mr. Jones (not his real name) at our local Quick Check buying his 2% I can't help but wonder if Mrs. Jones (not her real name) isn't home waiting for her hubby's inevitable return, dressed in head-to-toe latex, a riding crop poised in her softly manicured hand. I imagine just what it is the perpetually bored high-school girls of my block are really doing plugged-in every night to their computer screens. I ruminate over the couple we all call 'grandpa and grandpa', living at the end of our block ever since any of us can remember; what do they whisper to one another at night snuggled deep in their bed?" 10,000 Bedrooms is about what goes on behind closed doors, in the tens of thousands of houses and apartments that carpet the suburban landscape. This unique book is neither a memoir, a short story collection, nor a novel. Instead, it is a fictionalized memoir, combining these popular genres in an unforgettale work of erotica. As the author writes, "The people you will meet are composites of those folks I have lived, loved and played with through my entire life. And although the chapters exist as distinct short stories, The book you are about to read is a 'themed' collection; characters 'reappear' in reference and in person and the neighborhood they all walk, play and love through you will come to know well. Maybe it is a neighborhood a bit like yours. God knows; it's a lot like mine." By the author of Daddy's "Little Miss."
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: September 2010

Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [217 KB]
Words: 49387
Reading time: 141-197 min.

PROLOGUE

There's a seven-minute window of time I've studied between dusk hitting my tree lined dead-end street and the halogens winking to life. I'll make my move then, serpentine round the manicured front bushes, squat under the bay window. Somebody's bound to leave a side door open, or one of the back kitchen window screens have yet to be repaired; I'll get in. Once inside I'll slither across the linoleum, over a worn carpet I've walked on many times before, hide behind the couch, wait. When they come back I'll be able to catch them atE

I wonder. I speculate. I fantasize. When I see Mr. Jones (not his real name) at our local Quick Check buying his 2% I can't help but wonder if Mrs. Jones (not her real name) isn't home waiting for her hubby's inevitable return, dressed in head-to-toe latex, a riding crop poised in her softly manicured hand. I imagine just what it is the perpetually bored high-school girls of my block are really doing plugged-in every night to their computer screens. I ruminate over the couple we all call 'grandpa and grandpa', living at the end of our block ever since any of us can remember; what do they whisper to one another at night snuggled deep in their bed?

I wonder. I speculate. I fantasize.

I live and have lived in the same safe suburban envelope for all of my forty-five years. I believe this tenure (four-ure actually) allows me a perfect perspective from which to spy the desire I speculate breeds in my neighbors' homes. Sometimes sad, often times uncharacteristically perverse, occasionally intentionally humorous, but always interesting: This collection is about that desire.

This is a fictionalized memoir, combining these two popular genres in what I hope is an entertaining piece of light erotica. The people you will meet are composites of those folks I have lived, loved and played with through my entire life. And although the chapters exist as distinct short stories, The book you are about to read is a 'themed' collection; characters 'reappear' in reference and in person and the neighborhood they all walk, play and love through you will come to know well.

Maybe it is a neighborhood a bit like yours. God knows; it's a lot like mine.

Ralph Greco, 2010