Joseph and the Naked Colored Dreamcoat
I guess I really am on a roll today because I have yet another novella, a CFNM novella. This one concerns an egotistical actor who enjoys his reoccurring role as a well-dressed king surrounded by lots of naked female dancers, but then when the play gets a new director who decides to reinterpret it through a feminist lens he finds that now all the women get to stay dressed and he is the only one naked, a another one of those reversal of fortunes stories that I hope you will enjoy. Joseph and the Naked Colored Dreamcoat "I’m just saying, the logistics of the costume changes are a nightmare," Joseph said, leaning back in the velvet armchair with a small, thoughtful frown. Melinda laughed, leaning over the small cafe table to slide a plate of lemon cakes toward him. The theater district was humming outside the window, a blur of tourists and commuters, but inside the cafe, the air had the smell of roasted beans and old paper. Joseph was a man of the stage, currently coasting off ...