Hi, everybody I'm back after a very long absence, thanks again for your patience! *** My friendship with John McDonald went back quite a way. We'd met long ago when I was just a partner in a photo business with my childhood friend Chris Foster. McDonald was regarded something of an Orson Welles-type, an auteur of cinema to some, but to others he was all ta...
This story is a spin off of the successful and wildly popular "Journal of an Agent" by Carnage Jackson. At the end of Carnage’s story, the main character, Dean Simonds, faces a major dilemma, where he has to choose between staying in Hollywood with Alyssa Milano, or heading back east with Natalie Portman. Please note that this might not necessarily have been...
It started out as a private New Years party at the beachside resort Villa Del Sol involving employees of Artists Unlimited as well as big shots from an important client, Pepsi-Cola. But it had morphed into a scandal that involved high ranking members of Congress and the Senate who also happened to be there, but for different reasons. It wasn't the first scan...
I thought I understood guys, but Alex was different. It started one morning when he came to my house, knocking at the ancient wooden door. I was in my studio in the back and came to the front in my smock. I must have looked a sight, primary colors everywhere, but he smiled and said, "Hello, my name is Alex Weston. A friend told me you are one of the best you...
Chapter 1 Many people will have seen the following on TV a few times and wondered. When going on stage to accept a top music, film or literary award, the overwhelmed female recipient would thank her coach, banker, favourite cabbie, mom, producer, agent and anyone else she can squeeze out of her mind. Then as she turns away from the microphone, she'll grab...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. ****************** Los Angeles, California A cool breeze swept through the afternoon hours while the bright sun began to heat up what had only begun as a soft winter morning. The wheels of the Mercedes Benz rolled as the car moved...
Chapter 3 2010 continued. We did make love two more times before we napped in each other's arms. We awoke about six o'clock and did our cookout. Anna and Abby each wore one of my t-shirts and nothing else. They took to flashing me their pussies and pulling the shirt tight across their excited breasts to tease me. I didn't keep my hands to myself to their d...
I've read the original "February Sucks" story and all the subsequent takes. I tip my hat to the original author as it was a great concept. However, I've found the original story and most of the others not totally believable. I can imagine a wife leaving her husband in a public manner like that. Doing it with a celebrity - maybe. But my biggest problem is tha...
Chapter 3: Jessica Alba Feedback and suggestions wanted! Email me below. Standard Disclaimer: You must be 18 to read this story, be able to read erotica in your community, not be offended by the contents of it...blah blah, you know the rest. This story may be distributed freely, for commercial or non-commercial use, but PLEASE leave my email/name on i...
Mrs. Smith welcomed Maureen forward with bijou kisses. Maureen's hand dipped into the fishbowl and held up her chosen medallion: No 1. A cheer arose from a table and Mr. Ingram strode forward to claim his raffle prize: Maureen for the rest of the day. Maureen stood tall as Mr. Ingram come forward. She smiled brightly and made long leggy strides to greet him...