Two seductive strangers. One scandalous night. A trinity of temptation. It was only supposed to be a single encounter. A night stripped of sexual inhibitions. We were never supposed to become romantically involved. But they were alluring and irresistible. They were also the enemy. Their company wants to take the one thing that means anything to me. Now, I'm navigating a dicey path. Loving two men who can destroy me in a multitude of ways. They can shatter my heart, wreck my dreams, but worst of all, demolish the only place I've ever called home.
Wednesday, 29 June 2016
What happens when a small town kid joins the army to explore the world... and ends up exploring his secret desires instead?
Dean Rivers is a naive and energetic eighteen-year-old with sandy hair and a fresh face. His first day at boot camp feels surreal. He joined the army to escape small town life, but is starting to feel in over his head. His strong but slender body is so different from the muscle men he sees around him. For the first time in his life, Dean realizes that there's a whole world out there he has yet to explore.
Sergeant Langley is there to give orders and make men out of boys. His commanding attitude and Hulk-like body are what's gotten him this far in the U.S. Army. When he sees Dean Rivers, he sees a small town boy without a clue about life. He's not going to cut him any breaks. He intends to turn Dean Rivers into his most successful recruit yet, but first, he has to teach Dean a lesson.
Will Private Rivers be able to cope with his new life surrounded by strange men and a drilling sergeant who hates him, or will his new life offer surprises that he's never even fantasized about?
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Tuesday, 28 June 2016
Madeline knew her life was strange, and not just because she could sense the emotions of others. Having people die by your hand on two separate occasions can make a girl question her very existence. Still, she never thought she'd wake up in a world straight out of Norse myth. A world where corpses reanimate all on their own . . . and she's supposed to be their executioner.
A normal person would run screaming into the night, but there's something about dark and alluring Alaric that's giving Madeline pause, and it's not the fact that he turns a little feline from time to time.
Meet Katherine Donahue. She's a successful, yet, meek twenty-something graphic designer living in glorious San Francisco, California. She's incredibly happy, she has job stability working for a prestigious woman's magazine, and she even has a chubby little cat for company. She was sure she had all she could ask for in life. Or so she thought.
Her life is turned upside down when Charles, an almost impossibly handsome new coworker, shows up in her office one fateful day and they instantly take a liking to each other.
Katherine had always appreciated the designs in the natural world: the mountains, the clouds, the trees, and now, the beauty of the male body.
The day my mother walked out of my life at eight years old set the stage for the disaster that I had become. At twenty-six, I had not only lost her, but also the man I thought would marry me and love me forever. Betrayed by the two people I loved the most, I kept love out and used men like I had been used. That's until someone walked into my life in a very unexpected way.
Colt Andrews was nothing I was looking for. A gorgeous, wealthy pilot with his own secrets, he was drawn to me. I was a mess, yet he saw something else.
Though I pushed him away, his love for me became stronger. Our passion for each other ignited my bruised and battered soul. With more obstacles awaiting me, it was Colt Andrews that stood by my side without fail. He brought out a side in me I never knew existed. Because of that, I was able to let go of the past, and move on with my life.
Would I let him in or was I so broken I couldn’t love again? Colt Andrews was going to put me back together again, if only I would let him.
Evelynn is broke and out of work when her friend sets her up for an interview with the slightly mysterious billionaire business man – Parker
But Parker comes with a safety warning, “Just be careful with Parker. He likes to get his own way and he can be very persuasive.” With those words ringing in her ears Evelynn attends a most unusual interview.
Evelynn has a talent for creating fantasies. She likes to imagine what it would be like to be with some of the guys she passes in the street. She imagines being held in strong muscular arms, her imagination is getting wilder and the fantasies are getting hotter.
Parker is bored. He has money and resources but he needs something else. He needs Evelynn’s fantasies to bring some excitement into his life, but how will Evelynn feel when she is encouraged to take the fantasy out of her imagination. Will she be able to step into her fantasy life and make it come alive?
“My favourite fantasy is to travel to a deserted island and become marooned with no way of leaving the sandy paradise.”
I went on to describe the island in detail. It was always a small island in my fantasies. Just a few miles long and less than a mile across. The island already had an abandoned hut, just a single room with walls made from branches and mud and a roof made from the leaves of a palm tree. There was a clear stream that ran down from the hillside and provided fresh water and ample supplies of fruit and nuts for me to eat.
“And what else. I can picture the island, but what do you do there.”
I had begun to relax while describing my island paradise but now the tightness had returned. Just how much had Sarah already told him about the direction that my fantasies always turned?
Did he already know that I would start the fantasy alone on the island but with the feeling that I was being watched. Did he know that I would squirm with delight as I imagined being intently scrutinised as I stripped off my clothes at night? Was he aware that I fantasised about being joined in my hut at night by a stranger who I could never see in the darkness. A stranger who would take me into his strong arms as I put up minimal resistance. An unknown stranger who would explore my body with his hands and his tongue and…”
“You are thinking about what happens on the island now;” there was an urgency in his voice, “tell me, let me share your fantasy.”
“No. Not like this.” I picked up my bag and began to stand, “If you want to hear my most secret thoughts you could at least let me see who you are.” I started to walk back towards the door.
I stopped walking but didn’t turn round.
“Please come back. You have passed the first round of the interview. I want to hear more and I am happy for you to see me.”
Monday, 27 June 2016
My life was going great until he came along and ruined everything by making me the most famous person in the world.
He is Hayden Dunn—the obscenely rich and famous video game creating-internet-bad boy.
And he’s just plastered my face onto his newest creation: Via Mace—the big breasted, scantily-clad, vulgar, video game vixen that’s instantly becoming the biggest pop culture phenomenon ever.
And I look exactly like her!
Now I’m tracking him down to get my life back. Too bad he’s an arrogant A$#hole that’s determined to keep his game exactly how it is. I want to hate him so bad, but when his baby-blue eyes look me up and down like I’m God’s greatest gift to Earth, I start to wonder if I even CAN hate him.
Now, with every flutter in my chest and nervous breath I take, I just want to smack him across his gorgeous face even more. Could I really have feelings for this man? The guy who completely turned my life upside down?
No. Impossible. I’ve got business to take care of.
Hayden, I Hate You
At least that’s what I keep telling myself...
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From USA Today bestselling author Terri Anne Browning.
With one promise her life was changed…
Saying goodbye to my mother also meant saying goodbye to my life in Virginia. After reluctantly making a promise to my mom, I was California bound with the father who I haven’t seen since I was four years old. I was miserable living under the same roof as my step-monster and the two step-bitches from hell. My only saving grace? Lucy Thornton, daughter to Demon’s Wings’ drummer, Jesse Thornton. Without her friendship—and her odd rocker family taking me in as one of their own—I was sure I would have lost my mind after the first week.
A blast from her past…
I never thought I would see Jace St. Charles again. Honestly, after the way he’d broken my heart, I would have been just fine without having to see his face for the rest of my life. With Lucy’s close friendship with Harris Cutter, owner of the hottest new club in SoCal and Jace’s new boss, I was forced to see that damn face often. Forced to see the way every girl seemed to trip over themselves to get close to him.
A second chance?
Being tossed into one situation after another with Jace made it hard to fight the fact that I wasn’t as immune to him as I wanted to be. But, damn it, I was only human and he was hell bent on winning me back.
Rocking Kin is the third book in The Lucy & Harris Novella Series.
ROCKING KIN by Terri Anne Browning
I was lying on my bed when the knock came. I’d come upstairs as soon as all the family and friends had left the house earlier in the evening. I was exhausted, but I couldn’t sleep, wanting to memorize everything about the room that had been mine for the last thirteen years—even though I could tell you every little detail about it along with every happy memory I’d had behind those four walls.
Like, the Demon’s Wings poster hanging over my desk that I’d gotten the band to sign the last time they were in Roanoke. Or the OtherWorld poster that I’d been able to get Zander Brockman to sign for me when I’d seen him walking around Nashville when Caleb had taken me and a few of his college friends down to see a Trance concert last summer.
The Trance poster I’d had signed by the entire band that same day was on the opposite wall right beside my favorite Avenge Sevenfold posters. Angie and I had painted the walls a dark purple when I was fifteen, and the doorframe that led into my bathroom was smeared because Caleb had surprised his twin when he’d walked through the door, causing her to trip and fall against the wet paint. She’d had a purple streak on her cheek for two days, but I’d left the smeared mark there to remind us all of that hilarious sight.
Rubbing a hand over my tired eyes, I lifted my head and glanced at the door. The knock came again and I blew out a sigh. “It’s open.”
The door opened just a fraction before Angie stuck her blond head around the door. The lights in the room were off but, like always, the light from my bathroom was shining brightly. It was stupid, but that bathroom light had always been my nightlight. A seventeen-year-old who needs a nightlight—yeah, that’s me.
“You awake?” she asked when she spotted me on my bed.
Behind her, Caleb pushed his twin sister gently, getting her to walk into the room so that he could follow. “Of course she’s awake, Ang. She wouldn’t have yelled out if she hadn’t been.” Entering the room, he turned on the lights and then shut the door behind him.
When my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw that their arms were loaded with junk food. Caleb was carrying a huge bowl of microwave popcorn with extra butter in one hand and a small cooler that I knew would have a quart of chocolate milk, Diet Cokes, and a pint of ice cream. Angie’s arms were just as full. She had a box of pizza from my favorite Italian restaurant, a bag of Doritos, and a container of French onion dip.
As soon as they reached my bed they dropped everything on top of my covers and plopped down on either side of me. Caleb’s big frame made the bed groan and me bounce a few inches as he settled in for the long haul.
I sat up, pushing my pillows behind my back as I took everything in. “What’s this?”
“This is your going away party,” Caleb informed me with a small, sad smile. “Since you can’t go clubbing with us or anything fun like that, we thought we’d bring the fun to you.” He kicked off his shoes and then slipped under the covers with me.
Angie reached for my remote to the flat screen that was hanging from the wall in front of my bed before doing the same thing her brother had just done. “We’re going to watch hilarious movies, eat until we vomit, and fall asleep together. Like we used to do.”
For the first time that day my eyes began to sting with tears. My bottom lip began to tremble and I bit down hard to stop it. Seeing that my eyes were bright with tears, I was squished into a step-sandwich for the hundredth time that day. “It’s only a year, Kin,” Caleb rushed to assure me. “Less, really. And then you will be right back here, going to college and making our lives miserable once again.”
“Caleb!” Angie scolded her twin, but I tried to smile and elbowed him in the stomach. I knew he was just teasing. Unlike some stepsiblings who fought and hated each other like mortal enemies, my stepbrother and stepsister and I were closer than if we were related by blood. The four-year age gap between the three of us might as well not have existed we were so close.
I was going to miss them so much.
“We’ll come to visit you every chance we get,” Angie promised as she opened the box of pizza, causing the scent of tomato and garlic to fill the room. “Christmas in California should be fun.”
“I’m gonna miss the snow,” I whispered as I picked up a slice of cheese pizza. I loved waking up on Christmas morning to all that snow in Aspen, where we’d always spent Christmas. I doubted that there would be any snow in Malibu for Christmas this year.
“And Dad said he’ll check up on you every time he has to fly to Cali for business.” Caleb opened the bag of Doritos and handed me the container of dip. “And we can FaceTime every night. And text. And email. And…”
“And?” I asked around a mouthful of popcorn.
“And Skype,” Angie supplied as she stuffed her mouth with another bite of pizza. If she had been anywhere else, with any other two people, my beautiful stepsister would not have been cramming her face with greasy food full of bad carbs. But with me and Caleb, she didn’t care. She knew that with us she was free to be whoever she wanted to be.
“Yeah, Skype,” Caleb said with a nod. “We’ll talk and see each other so much that it’ll be almost like you’re still on the East Coast.”
Because they were both trying so hard, I forced a smile for them and continued to eat my weight in junk food. Angie finally decided on a movie on the satellite’s pay-per-view channel before settling back and reaching for the pack of gummy bears I hadn’t noticed earlier. When I saw the opening credits, I snorted Diet Coke out my nose.
“What?” Angie asked innocently as she produced a napkin so I could clean myself and the comforter up.
Caleb sighed at his sister before wrapping his huge arms around me and pulling my head down onto his hard shoulder. “You have a weird fetish for Jonah Hill, Ang. It isn’t right. Maybe you should start seeing your shrink again.”
With my nose stinging from the Diet Coke now instead of the need to ugly-cry, a small laugh escaped me—the first one in weeks. Rolling my eyes as my stepsiblings continued to bicker at each other, I cuddled against Caleb a little more and soaked up their love for me while I still could.
PREVIOUS BOOKS IN THE SERIES:
Catching Lucy (Lucy & Harris, #1)
Craving Lucy (Lucy & Harris, #2)
Terri Anne Browning is the USA TODAY bestselling author of The Rocker...Series. She started writing her own novellas at the age of sixteen, forcing her sister to be her one woman fan club. Now she has a few more readers and a lot more passion for writing. Being dyslexic, she never thought a career in writing would be possible, yet she has been on best selling lists multiple times since 2013. Reese: A Safe Haven Novella was her first Indie published book. The Rocker Who Holds Me changed the tables and kicked off The Rocker... series featuring the sinfully delicious members of Demon's Wings. The Rocker... Series has since expanded to OtherWorld with Axton Cage and his band members. Other books by Terri Anne include the Angel's Halo MC Series as well as The Lucy & Harris Novella Series. Terri Anne lives in Virginia with her husband, their three demons---err, children--and a loveable Olde English Bulldog named Link.
Captured and forced into a harem...
Maven Sun, a rebel on a mission, awakes in shackles to see the most extraordinary man--Tyr, a devastatingly gorgeous soldier troubled with his own secrets-- who promptly arranges for her to become a concubine aboard a pleasure ship.
Determined to fight for her freedom, Maven's plan to escape is complicated when the soldier with the beautiful eyes works his own agenda on her.
But a new danger comes aboard ship, and soldier and rebel are forced to confront their irresistible attraction...while fighting for their lives.
What they do sparks a revolution.
Sunday, 26 June 2016
Whats your fantasy?
This book will allow you to explore your deepest thoughts. What is your sexual fantasy? Will you act on it?
How big is your imagination? How great is your sex life? Are you the person, guys can't take home to mamma? Are you the lady in the streets and freak in the sheets? Are you the undercover THOT? Are you the lightweight or basic bitch? What ever the case this book will at minimum give you a jump start to your imagination. Enjoy your sex life, live a little and have fun with your partner(s). Remember communication is key and talk to your mate and try something new, listen to each others needs. For all you know, you might like it.
Now get to work!
“Damn… Fuck me… Harder”. Duchess is known to be very expressive and emotional during sex. Her first day off from Dimples Night Club in two months Duchess ex-boyfriend Ghost decided to stop by her lavish condo located in Uptown Charlotte three blocks from the Epic Center. Still equipped with a key Ghost lets himself in finding Duchess playing with herself watching one of the sex tapes they made while they were together. Slightly aroused at how thick she looked laying naked on her long dark gray sectional. Watching her juices gushing all over the living room he smoothly reaches down her thigh from behind the couch eagerly inserting both fingers in her pussy. A little pissed that he still feels he can come over unannounced she grabs his hand adding one more finger into her pussy swirling her hips faster and faster ready to cum any second. Licking his lips, damn near drooling, Ghost pants began to get tighter and tighter, as Duchess came to her climax squirting down his hand he walks around the couch standing in front of her like she knew it was his turn to cum. Unzipping his pants and removing all nine inches of his solid penis Duchess begins swallowing and stroking him with both hands. “No hands” Ghost whispers while letting out a few grunts. Willing to please, she releases his dick and slides her mouth back and forth going deeper and deeper. Not ready to cum Ghost pulls his dick from her mouth getting down on his knees, pulling Duchess hips to the edge of the couch spreading her legs and pussy sticking his tongue in and out driving her crazy. Pushing both feet in the air he began sucking her plumped pussy peeking out from her legs and using both hands to slide around her legs grabbing her breast. Squeezing her breast harder and harder, Ghost throws her legs open grabs his dick and shoves it in her pussy. Sliding his hands to her waist he takes pride in how fast he can make her breast bounce. Gasping for air, he beats her pussy until he had nothing left. Not feeling like pulling out he bust inside of her.
Kissing her from her neck to her feet as she sits on the couch he looks up and says “I told you I could fuck you whenever I want”. Instantly heated, she punches the shit out of him dead in his chest going HAM. Ghost sits on the couch shuffling through his Instagram and Twitter waiting for her to calm down slowly getting ready for round two. Exhausted from cussing out Ghost, Duchess walks to her master suite entering into her bathroom turning on the duel shower head shower, furnished with a bench and waterproof stereo surrounded in white marble. Ready to shower and relax, she turns on Wale’s Ambition album to her favorite song White Linen featuring Neyo on repeat. Sitting on her bench letting the water run all over her body slowly being turned on by Wale’s verses. Ghost fully naked, standing 6’4 with tattoos covering his entire upper body from his neck down. Ghost was a mix between Jon B, Channing Tatum and Jai Courtney from Die Hard 5. Slender, light skinned, and swears up and down both of his parents are black. Ghost lets the song start over and enters the bathroom passing her all white bedroom and the naked portraits she gave him for his birthday six months ago that she claims she’s burning. Sitting dead center on her bench enjoying how the steam feels propping up both feet rubbing her clit with her left hand, sucking her fingers and tasting her juices. Playing with her hair while Ghost watches in amazement. Impressed with her sex drive, he watches for a little longer walking over to sit on the bench stroking his dick. Staring at his almost fully erected penis she slowly leans over to quickly suck his dick to perfection. Coming to attention Duchess leans up to straddle Ghost while sliding his dick inside her at the same time. Leaning back, resting against the wall gradually sliding forward Duchess catches her stride moving faster as Ghost spreads her ass pushing her down going deeper and deeper. Fucking the shit out of each other Duchess wraps her hand around his neck bouncing harder and faster, moaning like crazy and feeling dizzy. Then with several deep breaths Duchess pussy swallows his dick and Ghost cums for a second time that night. Kissing her intimately Ghost slides his index finger down her chest staring her dead in the eye saying “After I hit this lick, I’ll be right back”. Duchess nodded in agreement saying “You got a Key”.
Ethan Fitzell has been avoiding his stepsister Jenny since their parents got married, but when she shows up at his apartment uninvited, he's forced to face the fact that her absence has only made his heart grow fonder...
I always liked him.
But when our parents got married, things got confused. As if being a teenager isn't confusing enough.
All I knew was that the feelings I had for him weren't okay.
I’ll never forget the anxiety I felt the night I ran into him at a party that had gotten out of control.
I saw him standing around with the popular kids as soon as I walked in the door.
And he saw me, too. He always saw me. It was talking to me that he avoided.
I watched his buddy spin an empty wine bottle on the butcher block while my friend Brandi rummaged in her oversized purse for the two bottles of hard lemonade her older sister gave us.
When the spinning bottle stopped, I realized everyone was staring at me.
“Looks like you’ve gotta kiss Jen,” some jock said to Ethan.
I felt the color drain from my face, taking the moisture in my mouth with it as a suffocating panic grew in my chest. I was going to be found out.
Ethan laughed it off. “Yeah, that’s not happening. She’s my sister.”
“Not really, though,” his buddy insisted.
The eruption of laughter and jeering sounds made the dim kitchen feel like a jungle full of predators, and I was sure my cheeks were going to burst into flames.
“Don’t be stupid,” Ethan said, tilting a can of beer over his mouth.
When his friend spun the bottle again, Ethan glanced back at me one more time and wiped the back of his hand across his lips.
I’ve been wondering what it would be like to kiss him ever since.
The Carvers are a supernatural species created by a fairy that bound all the bloodlines (vampire, werewolf, fairy and witch) together. Although Carvers are stronger than their pure blood ancestors their numbers are small and getting smaller, and so, some have put away their magic to live in the human world, in hopes of a better life.
Two Carvers, one story.
Shane Carver is a bartender for Amber Line where his nightly frustrations vary between not letting his magic escape and choking the ever-living hell out of a shifter who desperately deserves it. Mercifully, he’s able to subdue his fire magic to work and live in the human world.
But that’s about to change when he breaks his one rule: No dating humans.
Beth Carver joins her sister at the bar only to run into the last person she ever wanted to see again, her high school crush. This time she’s keeping her heart in check and plans to stay that way until he forces his way into her life one miserable situation after another.
Beth and Shane are pulled back into the magical world they left behind, all those years ago; to save the one person they both care about, a person who may not be human after all.
Mr. Cape has developed a sexual interest in his twins' nanny, Emily. He hasn't been subtle about his interest, and he's made it clear what he wants. After weeks of back and forth banter, it's time for Emily to put up or shut up. The thrill of potential exposure has Emily wet and eager to please.
Saturday, 25 June 2016
When this Conroy brother falls, he falls hard!
Remington Conroy worked for a hellish boss. No, really. His boss was the Prince of Darkness and he was a bounty hunter condemned to bring back the lost souls who managed to escape the fiery pit of hell. He, along with his two brothers, had been condemned to this life long before they were born.
Now, the family curse was broken and the men were free to do as they pleased. Both his brothers had found their mates and were now expecting their first child.
Remington tried not to be envious, he really did. He knew he could never have that. He was a little more than just a bounty hunter, having been recruited to find—and eliminate—the more dangerous souls who managed to escape the devil’s hold. Those souls who couldn’t be allowed to exist—on any realm.
His job was too dangerous and he’d made too many enemies to have a mate and children.
Besides, he had eyes for only one woman—his mother’s curvy assistant, Clementine. For over a year he’d managed to keep his hands to himself and his c*** in his pants. Now that she was in danger and he was forced to protect her at all costs, he knew the gig was up.
The last Conroy brother was about to fall—deeply, irrevocably in love.
Don’t fall in love with a Soldier…
Or an Airman, or a Marine, or any other good looking man in a uniform that would end up dragging him away from me, and leaving me heartbroken and alone. Just like my father did.
Don’t fall in love with a Soldier.
That was my mantra, until I met my best friend’s older brother, Trent.
Now that I’ve done the unthinkable and let him crawl under my skin and into my foolish heart, I just have to figure out how to fall OUT of love with him before Sara finds out.
Trent may be older than Sara, but she has always been very protective of her big brother. She hates any female that even looks in his direction, and I can’t begin to imagine the hurtin’ she would put on me if she found out I have entertained the idea of him for even longer than half a second.
She’s my best friend and I can’t afford to lose any more people in my life, but how will I ever untangle my heart from around her soldier’s finger?
Sexy, fun read in a unique format: actual text messages between an Asian escort and her sugar daddy. "As luck would have it, all our text messages were archived on my cellphone. Going through them, I was able to review our relationship, which provided much insight into what went wrong and get a degree of closure." Narrative and text messages give us the MEMOIR of an older gentleman's obsession with a young, Asian escort, whom he thought he could get to fall in love with him and the predictable heartache that resulted.
Lula is an escort, which is the new word for prostitute, or sex trade worker if you prefer. By every societal definition she is a whore. Me, I never thought of her as a hooker. The Lula I got to know was a lovely, intelligent, articulate Asian woman, one whom I too quickly fell in love with.
Maybe it was her shaved pussy and amazing cock sucking that initially tugged at my heartstrings. Before long it was her intelligence, sincerity, vulnerability, openness and generosity that sealed the deal. But when all was said and done, the investment of my feelings got me a broken heart. Boo hoo, most would say. You should have seen it coming. So, you deserved a broken heart. Yeah, she dumped my sorry, old ass, and all because I wouldn’t take no for an answer. Truth be told, I have been fired from several jobs for the same reason.
When Lula broke up with me, she assured me that under no circumstances would I ever again have the pleasure of her young, sweet, tight pussy. My money was no longer any good. But how was I to live without that petite, shaved peach of her? I couldn’t imagine. And it absolutely killed me that other guys would be fingering her, licking her ass, and pounding her cunt with their greasy cocks. Ugh! It was a mental nightmare. And I know that those other dudes don’t love her. They just want to fuck, tie her up, stick sex toys in her ass, and smack her around. Me, I liked to hang with her. I appreciate her as a person. I want to make breakfast, lunch, and dinner for her again. I want to watch more spooky old black and white TV shows and French movies with her. She loves both. Lula is super fun to be with.
For a week of so after she dumped me all I wanted to do was die. Dead seemed the only medicine that would free me from the pain I was feeling. When death didn’t come to me, I made a call to my therapist and begged for new and better medication. He thought that was a good idea, and so here I am able to recount for you the tale of a foolish old man.
The first few days after Lula broke off our relationship was the worst. At first I didn’t believe what had happened. I couldn’t accept it. I thought her change of heart toward me was something that could be fixed. I just needed to find the right words. And when my words didn’t work, I couldn’t believe it. My brain felt like it was going to explode. Maybe if I fucked a few other Asian women I could get her out of my mind. Fuck my troubles away. Tralala. That’s the way guys think. And so I put my cock in charge of my healing regimen, and that ultimately lead to my salvation. All hail the cock!
The first piece of ass I found to replace Lula was Rose, a sweet young Chinese student. A little overweight, lovely long black hair, she insisted on us taking a shower together before fucking. Rose’s thing is to suck your cock in the shower to get you in the mood. Next Lula replacement was Jessie, a Barbie Doll look-a-like I found on Backpage. She turned out to be a ton of fun. My pussy replacement plan was working. Lula never sucked my balls, let me cum in her mouth, or role play. So Jessie was really something new and different for me. Sadly, she doesn’t live in the city anymore, but we still keep in touch. But Jessie is white, and I was craving Asian. So one Saturday night, horny like so many guys are on the weekend, I ordered up Amy, a thirty-something, petite Asian woman. She showed up wearing dirty jeans and a sweater. It was from this sweet lass that I got an STD in my mouth! My fault. Who in their right mind goes down on a $120 whore? Me, that’s who. It comes from my yearning to please every woman I’m with, even if I’m paying for sex. Stupid, right? So as I sit at my dinning table to write my Lula memoir, I’m sick as a dog, with a fungus growing in my throat and on my tongue because I licked an Asian gal’s dirty, wet twat. Ugh! Thinking back, her crack did taste a little tangy when I put my tongue in it -- like lemon juice and Roquefort cheese. But, hey, I was doing my thing. Aiming to please, ‘cause that’s who I am, no matter how her cunt tasted. I pretended that Amy was Lula. I even made green tea for her before fucking her every which way. But it just wasn’t the same as doing it with my lovely Lula, especially because I had to wear a condom. But good thing I was wearing a condom because I’m worried that the fungus I got from her pussy is going to travel from my mouth to my brain and kill me. But then Lula make like that, the way she feels about me these days.
For all the 101 days we were together, I honestly thought Lula might fall in love with me. I wanted it, and worked very hard to make it happen. Too hard. But on day 102 she brought this silly old man’s fantasy crashing to the ground. Turns out I did not truly understand her at all. I tried to make her something she could never be – my for real girlfriend. She was good at supplying “the girlfriend experience”, but wasn’t up for the real thing. And now claims she never had romantic feelings for me at all. Ouch! That revelation hurt a lot. I was sure she was lying. But she wasn’t, and now she is gone from my life. It still seems unreal. I want my Lula back!
As luck would have it, all our text messages are archived on my cellphone. Printing them off then going through them I was able to review our relationship and get some insight into what went wrong, and in the process get a modicum of closure.
So how did this whole Lula thing start. How did I meet this beautiful, young, Asian woman whom I mistakenly thought I could have a loving friendship with? CNN, that’s how. Anderson Cooper’s 360 show did a piece on Backpage.com:
Anderson: … a corner of the internet that’s accused of being a market place for pimps to pedal prostitutes and exploit young women. That’s the allegation leveled against Backpage.com’s adult service’s classified ads. People want it shut down because of running adds like these: “Stress relief by beautiful Asian girls.” Or this: “Seductive, ready to rock your world! Call me,” the ad says, “to enjoy all you can handle.”
Being no stranger to prostitutes, my attention was immediately drawn to the story. What really got my attention was the fact that the ads showed photographs of the women. After my divorce when I first tried the escort thing, all I got was a telephone number that I’d found in an alternative newspaper. No photographs, no email address to communicate with the escort. Back then, you gave your address to a thug on the other end of the phone line, then sat back and waited to see who showed up at your door. Some times it was good, some times bad. You had no idea if the escort would be old, young, pretty, thin, tall, fat or bat-shit crazy. You could specify race and body type, but there was no guarantee you’d get what you ordered. And if you rejected whom they sent, be prepared for threats to be made. But now Backpage has changed all that. You get to see the goods before ordering. I was intrigued. First thing I had to find out was is Backpage in my town? Turned out it was. I immediately logged onto the escort section and got to see all the whores in my neighborhood and their lovely pictures.
Five sizzling hot stories in one amazing bundle!
Pam has five women working earnestly under her, and one unreliable lazy bum dragging her small office branch down.
Seymour seems to think he can be as late as he wants, and even skip whole working days without giving a shred of a notice.
When he does show up, he ends up accomplishing nothing, apart from distracting his diligent co-workers with all sorts of menial tasks, like bringing him pulp-less orange juice, photocopying their fun-bags, and going down on him while he sits on his desk and plays computer games.
Why doesn't she just fire him?
Well, Pam may officially be the boss, but she isn't the one calling the shots. When Seymour comes around, the small office transforms into every man's wet dream. His busty, beautiful colleagues submit to his will completely, and pick up the slack once he's done enjoying them.
Blue Hole – Siren's Pearl
Whenever Alyssa has the time and money to afford it, she travels the world in search of amazing diving locations.
That's how she met Gia, a spunky young Latina who lives in a small, remote village. They started talking online, and found they had a lot in common, beyond their love of Scuba-diving.
Gia happens to live in walking distance from one of the most intriguing blue holes in the world, the illustrious Maze Caverns, and she told Alyssa she'll be able to guide her through it.
Once there, she stays at the local motel, managed by a middle aged man named Arthur.
Before they venture forth to the caverns, Arthur gives Alyssa a special pearl, which he promises will offer her guidance, in case she got lost.
Alyssa has no idea what kind of guidance the sly motel owner has in mind...
Ana is an avid soccer fan, but everyone she knows is more into football and baseball. She never even had a chance to go to an actual game, until now.
Her team, the Beavers, is about to play the Eels in a crucial stand-off, and Ana decided it was time for her to root for them, in the flesh, even if it meant buying her own ticket with the money she saved, and going to the game alone.
The guy sitting next to Ana in the game happens to be a very loud Eels fan. He gets so rowdy as he cheers, that Ana can't focus on the game. Eager to make her first real-live soccer experience a good memory, she asks the man to quiet down a bit.
After a short argument, the man complies, and instead of shouting cheers for his team, begins whispering under his breath. Soon enough, his silent mutterings become the only thing on Ana's mind, as his mesmerizing chant persuades her to jump ship and switch teams, in more than one way.
Harem Life Telemarketing
While watching her favorite soap opera, on a quiet Sunday afternoon, Kate received an unexpected call that changed her life forever. It was a telemarketing representative from the Harem Life corporation, and he had a very bold and compelling offer to make.
Kate was skeptical, at first, but after listening to the salesman's pitch, spoken over incredibly soothing harp melodies, she simply could not deny the immense appeal of his offer. A calm and peaceful harem life was certainly something the stunning blonde could aspire to.
The company would have to test her skills, of course, but that was all right. The nice telemarketer was happy to personally take care of that part of the deal...
Fill Her Up
Liz has just absconded with every car thief's holy grail. A limited edition luxury sports car, worth millions on the black market. This hit can set her up for life, and the dude she stole it from is so loaded he could use being taken down a notch.
A few miles away from the state border, freedom, and the good life, Liz decides to try the built-in entertainment system.
Ironically, it seems the state-of-the-art tech doesn't work all too well.