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Blurb
A
Dangerous Game is a complex story covering thirty years in the life of a
woman, who at seventeen hit a low point when her father discovers she's
pregnant and throws her out of the house. Gritty and spirited, Loretta
Bishop, after a stint in an Elko brothel, ends up as a Vegas cocktail
waitress, making the best of her situation in life.
Over the years, many men and lovers pass through her life, but three stand out: Vinnie, a slick Four Queens pit boss, Gary, a
young, impressionable co-worker, and last, Bobby, a handsome, college student.
Seventeen
years Bobby’s senior, Loretta is tasked, one night, with taking the
unassuming, modest, pretty boy under her wing and turning him into a
ladies' man. At first Bobby seems like a fun boy toy, but when Loretta
falls in love with him and he asks her to marry him, Loretta flees in
panic.
Now on his own it’s up to Bobby to put the methods Loretta has
taught him to practical use. Will he succeed and parlay his new talents into love, wealth and power?
SEXY STORY EXCERPT
The driver spoke. “Need a ride? Hop in. Jill, why don’t you get in back with Amy?”
Jill opened the door stepped out, smiled coyly and hopped in back. I got in and before I knew it I was being taken for a ride by… “Hi, I’m Babbet but everyone calls me Baby.” Her broad smile revealed perfect white teeth. “I’ll drop my sister and her friend off at the pajama party first, then I’ll take you wherever you want.”
I chuckled. “You’re very kind.” And hot. “Excuse me for laughing but my name is Bobby. Bobby and Baby sound a little strange together.”
Baby peeled off the shoulder like Loretta had minutes before, and the tires screeched from the traction of pavement. Looking me up and down, Baby said, “I dunno, sounds kind of promising to me.”
Baby was medium height and slight of build. She had warm brown eyes behind long lashes. Her light brown hair was tied at the top of her head, giving a fountain effect, enhanced by loose ringlets framing her pretty face.
She’s coming on to me. Do something. After Jill and Amy leave.
“So how old are you, Baby?”
“I’m nineteen. I’m an education major at UNLV.”
“We have something in common. I go to UNLV also—Hotel Administration.”
After dropping the party goers off, Baby headed back in the general direction I'd been hiking. “Where to?”
“My Apartment. Drive toward Sandhill. I’ll give you directions from there.”
Baby was thinking. I heard her sigh as she took a deep breath. “You don’t have to go straight home. We could go somewhere?”
I knew it, she is coming on. I couldn’t help but smile. “Like where?”
“We could get a drink,” she said, her voice quivering slightly.
“I thought you were nineteen?”
“I have ID.” She asked hopefully? “Do you want to?”
Using her term, I said, “Sounds promising, but I better get home.”
The smile on her face morphed to consternation. “So you have a girlfriend? Is that why you do don’t want to do something?”
“My girlfriend and I have an open relationship.”
“Wow! Really? What was your fight about?”
“I called her a whore?”
Baby’s lips pursed and her eyebrows dipped. “Why, is she one?”
Studying Baby, I watched for her reaction. “Not that I know of. For some reason, I was pissed because she fucked my best friend.” Baby blanched. “Sorry about the language. I have no reason to be mad, because it happened way before I met her, yet it ticked me off.”
At my direction, she turned south on Sandhill Rd. I could tell she was thinking. “So how come you didn’t want to do something with me?”
“Turn here. That’s it. Pull over.”
She pulled in and shut the engine off. Baby half-turned toward me in her seat and lifted her right leg up, resting her foot on the console. She’d made her move; now it was my turn. Obviously the girl liked me. Should I give her a go? Why not?
Baby wore a red bikini, a matching floral cover up and flip-flop sandals. Not much to take off. “I want to do something with you, all right. Just not get a drink.”
She turned as red as her swimsuit. Desire and apprehension fought a battle for her facial features. Taking a deep breath, obviously nervous, she squeaked, “What then?”
She knew well. She just wanted me to say it. I leaned over the console in her direction, and my hand journeyed the two feet separating us. My forefinger flittered through one of her ringlets. She closed her eyes as the back of my hand stroked her smooth cheek.
She looked down but didn’t say anything as my fingers unbuttoned the lone fastener of her cover-up. As I pulled one flap of the garment to the side, I said, “Oh, I think you know what I want to do with you.”
She closed her eyes once more. I moved the other flap of the garment. “And you want me to do it. Don’t you?”
She must have been picturing what she wanted me to do to her, because with her eyes still closed, her lips began to quiver. I quietly unzipped my fly and freed my now erect penis. I bent closer to her ear and purred. “I didn’t want to waste time getting drinks.” My fingers traveled back and forth over her quivering red lips. She closed her pretty eyes and sighed, invitingly parting her lips as she did, jutting her bottom lip out slightly. My fore and middle fingers pulled the pouty lip downward, then slid across her perfect white teeth. At the same time, I took her hand and placed it on my shaft.
She jerked. She opened her eyes and yearningly gazed at it. When she parted her teeth, my fingers darted in. Her lips closed around them as they moved in and out. Breathing deeply she started moving her hand up and down my erection. I smiled when I noticed the growing wet spot on her bikini bottoms. Removing my fingers from her mouth, I pulled her top up above one of her modest-sized breasts. Her perky stand-out nipple drew my mouth like a magnet. Baby groaned when my lips alighted on her nipple and began sucking.
Now slouching leaning fully against her car door, she’d draped her nice legs across the inconvenient console and my left leg. Fingers replaced my mouth on her tit so I could concentrate on her wet pussy.
She stiffened as my fingers slipped under her wet suit bottom and teased her swollen clit. I whispered, “I want to take you to my apartment and remove all of your clothing so I can ravish you. I want to stick my hardness inside you. I want you. I want to fuck you. Are you ready?”
“Oh yes, please. Take me, fuck me.”
The driver spoke. “Need a ride? Hop in. Jill, why don’t you get in back with Amy?”
Jill opened the door stepped out, smiled coyly and hopped in back. I got in and before I knew it I was being taken for a ride by… “Hi, I’m Babbet but everyone calls me Baby.” Her broad smile revealed perfect white teeth. “I’ll drop my sister and her friend off at the pajama party first, then I’ll take you wherever you want.”
I chuckled. “You’re very kind.” And hot. “Excuse me for laughing but my name is Bobby. Bobby and Baby sound a little strange together.”
Baby peeled off the shoulder like Loretta had minutes before, and the tires screeched from the traction of pavement. Looking me up and down, Baby said, “I dunno, sounds kind of promising to me.”
Baby was medium height and slight of build. She had warm brown eyes behind long lashes. Her light brown hair was tied at the top of her head, giving a fountain effect, enhanced by loose ringlets framing her pretty face.
She’s coming on to me. Do something. After Jill and Amy leave.
“So how old are you, Baby?”
“I’m nineteen. I’m an education major at UNLV.”
“We have something in common. I go to UNLV also—Hotel Administration.”
After dropping the party goers off, Baby headed back in the general direction I'd been hiking. “Where to?”
“My Apartment. Drive toward Sandhill. I’ll give you directions from there.”
Baby was thinking. I heard her sigh as she took a deep breath. “You don’t have to go straight home. We could go somewhere?”
I knew it, she is coming on. I couldn’t help but smile. “Like where?”
“We could get a drink,” she said, her voice quivering slightly.
“I thought you were nineteen?”
“I have ID.” She asked hopefully? “Do you want to?”
Using her term, I said, “Sounds promising, but I better get home.”
The smile on her face morphed to consternation. “So you have a girlfriend? Is that why you do don’t want to do something?”
“My girlfriend and I have an open relationship.”
“Wow! Really? What was your fight about?”
“I called her a whore?”
Baby’s lips pursed and her eyebrows dipped. “Why, is she one?”
Studying Baby, I watched for her reaction. “Not that I know of. For some reason, I was pissed because she fucked my best friend.” Baby blanched. “Sorry about the language. I have no reason to be mad, because it happened way before I met her, yet it ticked me off.”
At my direction, she turned south on Sandhill Rd. I could tell she was thinking. “So how come you didn’t want to do something with me?”
“Turn here. That’s it. Pull over.”
She pulled in and shut the engine off. Baby half-turned toward me in her seat and lifted her right leg up, resting her foot on the console. She’d made her move; now it was my turn. Obviously the girl liked me. Should I give her a go? Why not?
Baby wore a red bikini, a matching floral cover up and flip-flop sandals. Not much to take off. “I want to do something with you, all right. Just not get a drink.”
She turned as red as her swimsuit. Desire and apprehension fought a battle for her facial features. Taking a deep breath, obviously nervous, she squeaked, “What then?”
She knew well. She just wanted me to say it. I leaned over the console in her direction, and my hand journeyed the two feet separating us. My forefinger flittered through one of her ringlets. She closed her eyes as the back of my hand stroked her smooth cheek.
She looked down but didn’t say anything as my fingers unbuttoned the lone fastener of her cover-up. As I pulled one flap of the garment to the side, I said, “Oh, I think you know what I want to do with you.”
She closed her eyes once more. I moved the other flap of the garment. “And you want me to do it. Don’t you?”
She must have been picturing what she wanted me to do to her, because with her eyes still closed, her lips began to quiver. I quietly unzipped my fly and freed my now erect penis. I bent closer to her ear and purred. “I didn’t want to waste time getting drinks.” My fingers traveled back and forth over her quivering red lips. She closed her pretty eyes and sighed, invitingly parting her lips as she did, jutting her bottom lip out slightly. My fore and middle fingers pulled the pouty lip downward, then slid across her perfect white teeth. At the same time, I took her hand and placed it on my shaft.
She jerked. She opened her eyes and yearningly gazed at it. When she parted her teeth, my fingers darted in. Her lips closed around them as they moved in and out. Breathing deeply she started moving her hand up and down my erection. I smiled when I noticed the growing wet spot on her bikini bottoms. Removing my fingers from her mouth, I pulled her top up above one of her modest-sized breasts. Her perky stand-out nipple drew my mouth like a magnet. Baby groaned when my lips alighted on her nipple and began sucking.
Now slouching leaning fully against her car door, she’d draped her nice legs across the inconvenient console and my left leg. Fingers replaced my mouth on her tit so I could concentrate on her wet pussy.
She stiffened as my fingers slipped under her wet suit bottom and teased her swollen clit. I whispered, “I want to take you to my apartment and remove all of your clothing so I can ravish you. I want to stick my hardness inside you. I want you. I want to fuck you. Are you ready?”
“Oh yes, please. Take me, fuck me.”
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Blurb
Waking after a
wild celebratory night of with Ginger, a dazzling courtesan, Brad needs to pee
bad. Taking his usual position in front of the water closet he reaches for his
male ego but can't locate it. What the
H…? He pads to the vanity, flips on the light and stares in the mirror
where he is rewarded with the reflection of…Ginger, the girl he spent the night
with. What the F… is going on!
EXCERPT
The sun barely peeked through the blackout drapes when I woke.
I sat up. Ginger had been right. Last night had been great fun. In fact it had
been arguably the best sex of my life. Ooh, the things I did to that beautiful
blonde bombshell. Ooh yeah, and the things she had perpetrated on me. How could
this dazzling girl with the appearance of an angel be so naughty and wicked in
bed?
Ginger had cost me dearly, but I would've paid double or even
triple for what had to be the greatest night of my life. What made it doubly
fun was that Ginger, that gorgeous slab of woman flesh seemed to have a fabulous
time too.
I draped my legs over the edge of the bed and stretched. I had
to pee something fierce, so I padded into the restroom. Naked from the glorious
night of frolicking, I lifted the toilet seat and reached for dickie. Hmm. I
frowned. What the f… There's nothing there. I mean no dick, no pubes,
nothing.
I felt around down there a little more and suddenly jumped as
if a bolt of lightning struck me. No, it was more like a bolt of pleasure—pure,
joyous pleasure. I touched something that felt… I reached down again and rubbed
it. God that feels good, but… "Where's my dick?"
I spun around. I'd spoke, but the voice I heard was Ginger's. I
stomped to the vanity, hit the light switch and glared into the mirror. I wasn't
there—Ginger was. I couldn't believe my eyes. I blinked, but Ginger was still
there, albeit, with a worried look on her beautiful face and I who stood right
in front of the mirror was nowhere to be seen. "What the f…" I said,
but she moved her mouth and again it was her voice. I raised my hand to,
touch the mirror and felt it, but it was Ginger who raised her hand in the
mirror. Suddenly, I realized, "EEK,
I'm Her!"
I am Ginger? This was
fucking crazy. I'd become Ginger. I began to shake. My heart raced and I couldn't
catch my breath. Christ, what's going on? Was Ginger a witch? A body snatcher?
A she-devil?
I ran into the bedroom and flipped on the light. Ginger was in
bed, with the covers pulled over her head. I pulled the cover down and was eye
to eye with…Brad Fairchild—me!
"What's the matter?" The fake me said in my missing
masculine voice. Suddenly, her eyes rounded and grew to the size of silver
dollars. She pointed at me and exclaimed, "You're, me!" Then she
pulled her hand back and examined the hair on the back of it and her lack of
pointed, colored nails.
"And you're me!" I shouted, "What the fuck is
going on?"
He/she moved a hand around his face. "I really am…you. How
did this happen?"
I held my hands out to the side. "I wish I knew."
He/she hopped out of bed and looked in the mirrored wardrobe
door. "This is unbelievable. He/she started pacing. "Let's not panic.
There has to be some logical explanation for this."
"I'm listening."
"Maybe it's some freak accident. You got me pretty hot and
I know you were hot too."
I waited for her, I mean me, to continue.
When she didn't, I asked, "Yeah. What're you saying?"
"I wish I knew. Maybe we got so passionate we entered each
other's bodies."
"That part about switching bodies is a given, but it doesn't
seem possible it happened while we got it on. It happened while we were asleep,
not when we were in the throes of passion." I backed off. "At least I
think it happened while we were sleeping."
"This is so bizarre." His eyes expanded! He grabbed
hold of his/her/my cock. Look, can you believe it? I have a cock."
"I know—my cock, and I have a pussy—your
pussy. Maybe this is a temporary phenomenon."
"That would be nice." Seeming to overcome her incredulity and accepting that we'd switched bodies, she postulated, "But not too quickly. If you think about it, in a perverse way this is kind of neat. It could be fun."
"That would be nice." Seeming to overcome her incredulity and accepting that we'd switched bodies, she postulated, "But not too quickly. If you think about it, in a perverse way this is kind of neat. It could be fun."
