Note- This is totally fiction, only inspired by those in celebrity. xxx England, 2010. x Rhian Sugden, famous British glamour model and Sun newspaper page three babe, knocked on the door of the chocolate box cottage in rural Kent and was met by her booking agent Lady Sonia. The short haired middle aged Sonia was decked out in a horse riding outfit, consi...
As daylight filtered overhead Heidi Baker woke up on top of her blanket. Her ass was sticky making her frown and rub her cheeks. Dawning on her who to blame she lay there staring at herself in her upright mirror. "What the hell are you doing?" She pondered her near miss night. Zach had her exactly where he wanted her, but didn't follow through. All it would...
They were having sex; Jack could hear the furtive grunts and cries as his best friend and his latest flame groped each other's bodies. And here he was alone, again. He thought that this camping trip during Break would help to raise his spirits. So much for that idea. Almost seriously he wished on the shooting star that streaked in a sparkling arc across the...
Celebs: Erika Christensen, Alicia Witt. Codes: FF, oral, romance. Standard disclaimer- This story is a satirical fantasy. It is fictional, even though its plot and characters are based on real events and people. All characters based on real people are fictionalized. All celebrities in the story are impersonated — poorly. I, the author, have no actual conne...
It is funny how most times in life you don't see the life changing moment when it happens, that those times are often subtle and hidden from you until in hindsight you see how the decision you made at a given moment altered the entire trajectory of your journey. Yet other times you can see the fork in the road clearly or maybe, in my case, the better metapho...
The insane author, Jenny Jackson, sat on a bench near the corner of 39th and 7th Avenue in New York with a yellow legal pad across her knees. The swirling snowflakes of late December danced at her feet as she watched her character, the Private Eye, Harry Dick, across the street. Harry was dressed as a Santa Claus bell-ringer. Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling... J...
I want to give a heartfelt thank you to all of my readers who have waited patiently for the next part of this story. I hope it lives up to all your expectations. I love constructive criticism so if you have advice on how to make my writing better I would love to hear it. However, if you do not like the story's I like because of the topic or if all you have t...
Receptions are not my favourite things in the world to attend. I don't mingle and 'rub elbows' like agents and sales people do. I usually end up at the bar drinking alone, looking at all the phoney people. I am a writer, a sports column writer more specifically. The magazine that I write for is one of the biggest national publications with a huge male reader...
Peter is a pervert who loves his artwork of painting nude women. Only, one day, after suffering a heart attack and confronting the reality of his imminent demise, during his road to recovery in intensive care in the hospital, he had the downtime to assess his life. That was when he grew a conscience. Coincidentally, with the beta blocker and other medicatio...
As always thanks goes out to my two favorite editors, 'LadyCibelle' and 'Techsan'. You have to believe me that without their editing my stories would not be the same. If you find mistakes it is probably changes I made after the editing was finished. My wife Judy and I just finished celebrating our seventh anniversary. It was great as usual. Everyone said wh...