4 comments/ 55357 views/ 5 favorites A Paperback Romance Ch. 01 By: My Erotic Trail Ch. 01: River of Desire Blue Hawk Soaring's forged muscles inflated with his hand's tight grasp. Pulling Shannon O'Brien closer and closer. She placed her long finger's on his bare Indian Warrior chest attempting to push herself away from his animal lust driven kisses that were ravaging her with nips at her nape and long tongue laps at her neck. Tasting her as if preparing to bite into his next meal. His strong scent engulfed Shannon O'Brien's nostrils as her face was brushed by Blue Hawk Soaring's long wild, half-braided hair that lay as a vale across Shannon O'Brien's rosy red cheeks. Her body absorbed every warm touch of his lips upon her skin while her half-closed eyes watched the wind sway the forest trees and leaves. Shannon felt a kinship to this for she too was being moved in a passionate way, Blue Hawk Soaring released his tight grip only for a moment to look into her deep blue eyes. His face directly in front of hers while they both breathed heavily. Shannon licked her lips as if thirsty for a kiss. She leaned forward as Blue Hawk Soaring lowered his head and the two kissed as one feather fell atop Blue Hawk's headband. "Hot damn," Anna Belle yelled as she chuckled aloud. She took a quick glance around the front porch area and saw that the coast was clear. 'Hell, it is always clear.' Anna lives so far out in the piney woods of the deep south that the only male she ever sees is the Mail Man and he is 83 years old and still driving the same truck Anna has been seeing him drive for all of her 23 years of living. Oddly enough Anna looked forward to seeing him because he usually brought her a paperback novel. Anna is in a book club that sends her a Paperback monthly. Between that and the dime novels that she picks up at the used bookstore and the friendly exchange of books with friends is pretty much the only journeys she embarks on. "Go for it Shannon O'Brien, I would." Anna Belle snickered and snorted then put her nose to the book, pulled the book to her nose and fell quickly and anxiously back into the kiss of Blue Hawk Soaring and Shannon O'Brien. Reading, the Romance Novel: River of Desires. "I'd kiss him and then some," Anna mumbled then sank into the string of words that took her on a literary romantic mental flight that quenched her thirst for a new read but also inflamed her desires. Blue Hawk Soaring and Shannon O'Brien embraced each other as their lips pressed tightly together. Light moans echoed as exploring hands roamed cloth to find flesh and unlock the passage to passionate pleasures. Shannon's fingers trailed down Blue Hawk's rippled stomach while her lips feasted on his urges. Shannon gasped as His hands moved from her waist to her breasts and pulled wildly at her clothing, tearing her blouse open fully as his mouth dove downward to suckle her exposed hard nipple. Shannon's hand fell to the back of his head and encouraged his ravaging with light pressing of her body towards his eager lips and tongue. She leaned against a boulder and reveled in the feelings of a man's warm mouth eating her flesh. His strength revealed in ever meshing grasp of her breasts and thighs. She opened her legs slightly allowing Blue Hawk to feast in his frenzied passion. "Oh My," Anna Belle squirmed in her seat, the front porch swing. She raised a foot and laid it on the bench while her hand run up the inside of her leg. "Blue Hawk can feast on me, anytime." Anna Belle's fingers pulled outward on the rim of her cutoffs, allowing room for her roaming fingers. Pulling the Romance Novel closer to her face as she began reading again with slowly twirling fingers. The River slowly flowed by Blue Hawk Soaring and Shannon O'Brien as they remained busy tending to each other's desires. Blue Hawk pulled Shannon O'Brien downward gently and guided her to lie in the plush green grass. She lay on her back as He pulled her torn clothes from her body. Ripping wildly at her garments removing them piece by piece. Shannon O'Brien now bare before him as he relished in the sight of her white, untouched by the sun, naked body. Looking up her leg and across her stomach and glaring at her perky breasts and firm pointing nipples. Then he looked at her luscious lips, settling with a gaze into her blue eyes. He leaned forward and kissed Shannon as his long strong fingers wrapped around her breast and began squeezing while his tongue rolled across hers. Anna Belle held the paperback 'dime novel' with one hand while her other hand toyed with her pleasing her slit. A calico cat hopped up on the porch rail and 'meowed.' "Not now Rebel, Blue Hawk Soaring is knee deep into Shannon O'Brien's..." Anna Belle snickered. She pulled her damp fingers from her pants and put her hand into her blouse. Grasping her bra less breast and tugging lightly at her own nipple. The pussy cat strolled the railing with flicks of it's long stripped tail. Anna Belle soared back into her reading. Blue Hawk Soaring reached down and pulled his buck skin from his body and mounted himself atop Shannon O'Brien. His lips kissed hers as his hips swayed gradually and his hardened muscle found her wet opening. Her legs spread outward as her arms folded around his muscular body. Shannon's lips responded to his kisses with kisses in return while her fingernails trailed across his strong, arched back. Weaving passion, love and desires in every grasp, kiss and moan. The River trickled sounds of lapping water against the shore while Blue Hawk pressed and pulled his hips in heated yet restraint thrusts. Pushing himself deeper and deeper with in Shannon as his kisses became feverish and excited. "Damn, that Shannon O'Brien is a lucky lady!" Anna Belle spat as her hand trailed to rest between her legs. Stroking the outside of her cutoffs with brushing fingers. Rubbing lightly and pressing to pin point her desired areas of delight. She laid the book aside for a moment as she closed her eyes while absorbed in the feelings her fingers brought her. Pleasing herself with strokes across the material till her wants warranted more. Anna Belle pulled the lining of her cutoffs to the side and allowed her fingers to freely touch herself. Pressing a finger deeply within her as she thought about Blue Hawk and Shannon O'Brien. Pulling and pressing against her inner walls with vibrant and frantic fingers reaching for satisfaction and fueling her lust. Melting into the touch that had her soaring to orgasmic heights. A wet trail flowed down Anna Belle's leg as she came to her touch. Her head went back slightly as her body slightly quivered. She slowly removed her dripping wet fingers while fluids flowed heavily from her portal of passion. Slowly raising her head and eye lids as her body released her stored juices of passion. Anna Belle mumbled in a low and relaxed tone, "Now that is a river of desires." The cat 'meowed' as if being spoken to. "We'll finish the novel later, right now I need a shower." Anna Belle reached over and grabbed her books and stood up. She pulled another paperback romance novel out and read the title while opening the screen door to the house. "Literary Desires!" Anna Belle smiled, as the screen door slammed shut behind her. Her pussy purred. A Paperback Romance Ch. 02 Ch2 ~Literary Desires Anna Belle showered and changed into her clean baby doll nighty. It was pretty on her, made her feel kind of silky and sexy. Its light blue silk smooth across her breasts, its lace hem scratchy against her thighs. Twirling her thick chocolate brown locks around her fingers she pinned them up with an alligator clip and allowed their ends to cascade over its top in a mess of spirals that bounced naturally and beautifully with her every move. She looked into the mirror and puckered her lips as she slid on some glittery Bonnie Belle Pina Colada Chap Stick. Just as she started to loose herself within her own sultry gaze and begin to think about the many beautiful women in her 'dime novels' reality stuck. Like lightning as the multicolored tail of the calico cat she called Rebel wrapped around her leg and sent a shock of static electricity between him and Anna and the rug they both stood on. "Damn it, Rebel!" You scared the crap out of me. Anna Belle complained to the cat as she gently pushed him too the side with her leg. He 'meowed' an indifferent apology and padded off to stand in front of his bowl. Giving her his most conniving look to beg for his dinner. "Rebel, I thought we had a pact around here, I eat first...then you get yours." Anna Belle replied to his silly posturing. She relinquished and fed the hungry cat first then nuked herself an unsatisfying 'TV' dinner. After flipping channels on the satellite for an hour she resigned her self to a good CD and her pile of new books. One for the bed she thought, nothing better than a cheap romance novel to snuggle up with at night. After all the only one you had to satisfy that way...was yourself. Literary Desires was the name of her newest delivery. Anna Belle smiled. A romance about college life and education...things she didn't know much about coming from her neck of the woods. But desires, desires she new—after all there was no where in the world less forgiving and less friendly than the little hole in the earth she called home. Her books—her desires—and Rebel's companionship were the only things that got her through the days—and the long, lonely nights. Sinking into the satin sheets Anna slipped out of her world and into the world of Dartmouth College. Jenny loved her freshman existence. It was so different here from her life back home, new friends new roommates, classmates and professors. New ideas and avenues opened before her very eyes. But she loved her intro to Lit. Class the most. Her professor Ashby was the captain of the rugby team...and quite rugged himself. With his strawberry blonde hair and auburn beard and moustache. And dapper smile...one of those I know I'm sexy...and I know you like it smiles. The kind that made his grass green eyes sparkle with a smile all there own. Jenny liked how open-minded he was. He didn't just lecture; he'd start with a leading thought or two and then turn the class loose. Free thinking he called it. And he allowed talk on topics that a lot of other professors wouldn't. Today's discussion on Romeo and Juliet hadn't taken ten minutes to get into the sex debate. Was it adolescent lust that killed them both or was it actual true love of the deepest kind...the class had come to the conclusion that it must have been a measure of both. Which had led Jenny to her thesis for the end of the semester paper and into professor Ketch's office for approval of her main topic idea. As they discussed her topic of sex and adolescent love the room seemed to become smaller by the second. As she sat in the luxurious chocolate leather arm chair, Ashby left his place behind his desk and came to rest on its front corner giving himself a better view of Jenny's young, fresh, heaving breasts through the V in her tight lilac sweater. And the beauty of her creamy white thighs that peaked out from between her little black skirt and tall black boots. Ashby new she wanted him to take her, but she was after all, the student she couldn't make the first move. He had all the power. And he loved every second of it. As Jenny talked of Juliet's willingness to die rather than live without love, Ashby reached for her ivory face and brought it in close to his chest rubbing her shoulders and caressing her long neck as he kissed her deeply. "I'd kiss him back and them some!" Annabelle chuckled aloud to herself and the now purring pussy that lay atop her bed. "Let's see if little innocent Jenny is really the freshman she seems...or perhaps she's an upperclassman stuck in a freshman's body?" Anna Belle continued to muse to herself as she pulled the book and herself back deeply into the satin perch she'd created as her special reading nook. Ashby bent to Jenny and allowed his face to burrow into her beautiful ivory pillows. Taking in her heaven scent as her bountiful breasts heaved with the excitement of being bared to the Professor. Professor Ketch unhooked her bra with one pinch to its front. And revealed in the swelling of her nipples between his teeth as he pulled and nipped first at one and then at the other. Jenny unbuttoned the professor's shirt without a word and kissed her way down to his belt as he hastily helped her undo it and helped her unleash the monster that waited beneath it. Slowly the professor ushered her towards the chaise and in a glorious 69 the two began to learn much more about each other. Now the professor and the student were interchangeable. As each learned from the other. Jenny engulfed the professor deeply and then brought him to the top to twirl and swirl her way around and back down to his bottom over and over again. As the professor feasted in the gushing honey that streamed from within Jenny's youthful pot of lust. "Mmm..."Anna Belle thought aloud as her fingers dipped into her own drenching honey pot. She wondered to herself as she licked her fingers clean what the young perky freshman tasted like. And pretended that the juice on her fingers belonged to the student not herself. Taking her then to his desk the professor turned the student away from himself and forced his way in to her love chamber from behind. Grabbing her warm brown hair in his hands for stability and a measure of more strength and control—riding her until they both screamed out in the true pleasure of sheer lust and enjoyment of another human's body and nothing more. As Anna shoved her fingers vigorously in and out of herself, she came in unison with the glorious paring of professor and student. Tossing the paperback romance novel to the floor she wondered what the next title would be... and what wonder filled adventure would be brought to her between its magical covers. As she drifted off into the land of contented dreams to relive the fantasy she'd read that day and dream of what more was to come. She sighed as Rebel wrapped himself around her toes and the duo purred off to dreamland together. A Paperback Romance Ch. 03 Ch. 03: The Mailman "Honk-honk," The old truck pulled into the dirt driveway and stopped. The motor rumbled in an uneasy idle as the mailman searched the parcels in the passenger seat for Anna Belle's package. The screen door slammed shut loudly as Anna Belle came running to the truck like a roadrunner across the highway from the front porch to the mailman's truck. "Hello Mister Barns," Anna Belle greeted him as she approached the old vehicle. She knew that the only time he stopped he had a package for her and ninety percent of the time it was a new paperback novel from the Paperback of the Month Club. The other ten-percent was her cosmetic highlights from Avon. 'A girls always gotta' look good' Anna Belle's justification to spending money that was tighter than a sailors knot. "Here it is," Mr. Barns said as he pulled out a large brown envelope. His southern charm glowed in a smile as he handed the package out the driver side window to Anna Belle. "Thank You Mr. Barns," Anna Belle said as she turned and headed towards the house. Before she had reached the front porch steps the envelope was ripped apart and its contents pulled out and exposed. "Honk-honk," Mr. Barn's saying good bye with a toot on the old pickup truck's horn as he drove off. Anna Belle waved a hand but never took her eyes off the book in her hand. "The Mailman," Anna Belle mumbled as she read the title of her new romance novel. She ascended up the steps and veered towards the front porch swing and sat down, melting into the wooden bench like freshly sprayed paint. Rebel jumped up on the porch rail and flicked its tail in hopes of recognition and a friendly petting. 'Meowing' loudly to draw Anna Belle's attention, which never seemed to work when she was reading. Anna Belle opened the book in the center and buried her nose into the pages for a quick peek at her latest dime novel romance. Margaret Malone gasped for breath as her lover ravaged her half-naked body. His mouth kissed and suckled her well-rounded breasts with a firm hand grasp, guiding her nipple towards his open and inviting tongue's licks. His lips folded around her firm hard nipple as his teeth toyed with gentle nips at its protrusion. "Oh my," Anna Belle mumbled as she reached up and gently rubbed her nipple through her summer dress, while reading. Margaret's back was arched fully engulfed in sensual emotions that echoed in her moans of pleasure that left her mouth wide open in heavy breathing. Her fingers intertwined in his short hair as she found a grasp and urged his feasting with a slight pull of his head into her fully. Pulling harder and harder as her feelings grew with each tug of her nipple from his mouth's playful act. Buried into the sofa Margaret spread her legs wide as her hands pushed his head downward, the direction she wanted him to feast. His tongue trailed across her tummy and swirled around her navel as he continued to her clean-shaven, portal of passion. "Meow," Rebel sounded as he did a 'dose do' around Anna Belle's leg. Rubbing its fur lightly across her ankle and purring loudly. "Not now Rebel. Margaret Malone's kitty is purring too," Anna Belle said to Rebel with a huge grin on her face. She reached down and patted the calico cat's willing and waiting forehead. Then she sank back into the novel's steamy tale. His head was moving in a motion that allowed his tongue to volley across her lower lips sending Margaret into a frenzy of passion and desire. She pulled his head towards her. To her puckered and ready mouth. She kissed him wildly as he come face to face with Margaret Malone. His body adjusted himself to lay on top of Margaret as he began a sway of light pushing of his lower body to mesh with hers. She gasped loudly as he entered her desires and began feeding her his lust filled muscle. Their bodies met in collisions of flesh and kisses upon each other. Both were driven in a frenzy of lust with tight gripped fingers and eager lapping tongues. The pace quickened and he quivered with a set of hard thrusting that slowed to a stop. His body melted into hers as he lay in stillness for a moment. The warmth between them grew as Margaret lay in delight. Soaking up the scent of a heated male so close to her. He slowly arose and pulled his pants up. He began buttoning his shirt as Margaret pulled her house robe to cover her naked body. She smiled a sly smile, as they looked at each other with a pleased expression on both their faces. "I'll see you tomorrow," He said as he turned to walk away. "Hey," Margaret pouted. "Oh yeah," He smiled as he came back and gave her a kiss. "No mail for me today?" Margaret spouted in a playful way. "Nope, no mail today," The Mailman said with a huge grin. He turned and went out the door. Margaret was smiling with thoughts of writing a letter quickly to give to him to mail, anything to call him back quickly. "Awe, Margaret Malone is a lucky woman, she has a handsome stud for a mailman who delivers more than just the mail. I have old Mister Barns." Anna Belle said as Rebel replied with a loud 'meow.' "I think a 'hot steaming shower' would be good about now," Anna Belle said as she stood up. Rebel sounded out his need for attention that called Anna Belle's fingers to run across its back a few short strokes before she went towards the screen door. Turning the novel over and reading the back cover, a flyer fell from the dime novel and sailed lightly to the wooden slats on the porch. Anna Belle reached down and picked up the flyer and read it as she stood up straight, Coming Soon; Sunset on the Nile Anna Belle's eyes lit up as she entered the house and the screen door slammed shut loudly. Rebel went to the door and 'meowed' trapped outside. Anna Belle yelled back over her shoulder, "I don't need any help in the shower from you." "Meow." A Paperback Romance Ch. 06 Paperback Romance: My Life in a Year Note to Readers: Take a look at My Life in a Year for the beginning and continuation if this story. Enjoy and please continue with the feedback! Kisses * January 7th, 2005 Stephanie awoke to her alarm bleeping in her ear. She rolled over an slapped the snooze button, groaning at having to be up so early. She only worked at the hotel on breakfast shift 3 mornings a week, and getting up at five in the morning was killing her. She snuggled under the covers anyway, trying to keep her eyes open. Sighing, she turned on her bedside lamp and as she drew her hand away, her eyes fell on her recent read, a cheesy romance novel she picked up at a second hand store earlier in the week. It was a good story so far, with a heroine name Jane who's suitor was a rich business man. It was the generic story that one would find in any romance novel, but it had recently become more interesting because the suitor's name was Dylan. She thought it was quite ironic. She glanced at the bedside clock again and decided that it was still early enough that she could get a few pages in. She propped up her pillow and opened to the dog eared page. She was at the part when Jane has gone to meet Dylan for drinks at his mansion. Jane entered through the front door, held open by the butler. Nervously she stepped inside, allowing him to take her coat. She smoothed her skirt and self consciously touched her hair, brushing a strand of blonde behind her ear. The butler escorted her into the living room, where Dylan was waiting, his form leaning against the fireplace, a brandy in one hand. When he heard them enter, he looked at her and smiled. She practically melted to the floor. "I'm glad you came," Dylan said, walking across the marble floor to her. He took her hand and gently raised it to his lips. "Thank you for inviting me," she replied, her breath catching. She followed him to the awaiting table, set beautifully with china, candles and a chilled wine. "I wasn't sure what you drank, so I took the liberty of having several choices." He spread his hands to show her the various bottles of reds and whites, waiting to be poured. "I'll have a glass of white, please," Jane said in barely a whisper. Dylan laughed. "This isn't a museum. You can speak normally." "Sorry," she replied meekly, embarrassed that she was intimidated by him, the mansion, the grandness. With the wine poured, Dylan led her to the massive couch and they sat side by side, him shifted slightly towards her. "Tell me," he said, reaching for a strand of hair and playing it between his fingers, "What would you do if I kissed you right now?" Jane thought a moment, a breath away from his mouth, thinking it would heaven to kiss his lips, taste his tongue. Before she could give him an answer - Stephanie's alarm went off again, reminding her that her five minutes of snooze time was up. "Shit." Sighing, she folded the corner of the page and threw back the covers. She stretched, grabbed her uniform and headed into the shower. She walked passed her roommates room, Mary, and could hear her softly snoring. "Lucky," Stephanie said to herself. With the shower started and the steam filling the room, she stepped beneath the spray. Her nipples automatically stood up, pink peaks beneath the water. In a deep voice she said, "So, Stephanie, what would you do if I pinched your nipples?" She batted her eyelashes against the water and in a high pitched voice, responded, "Why, Dylan, I would love it if you pinched my nipples. Oh, it feels so good!" She switched to the deep voice, "In that case..." At the same time, she reached with her left hand and tweaked the tip, arching into her hand, a rush of pleasure rushing to her center. "Oh, Dylan!" She moaned, now rubbing her mound in full circles. She took her right hand, splaying it over her torso, following the rivulets of water to her center, where a soft patch of downy hair awaited her. She slipped a finger between the folds. In a deep voice she simulated Dylan. "You're so hot. Are you ready for me?" In her own voice she responded to herself by saying, "Oh, please! Touch me." She began rubbing her clit with one hand, her nipple with the other, hot water sliding over her body. Her body responded with eagerness, her climax coming quickly, more so than usual. With her eyes closed, she visualized Dylan in her, touching her, fucking her. "Hey!" Mary called, banging on the door and Stephanie's eyes shoot open. "What?" She called out, exasperated, frustrated at the interruption. "I gotta pee!" "Damn it." Stephanie said to herself. Out loud she responded, "Sure, come in." Mary opened the door and Steph heard her pee. "Don't worry, I wont flush." Mary said joking. "Do you want a ride to work today?" "No, I'm good. Hey, why are you up so early?" "My grandma is in town and I promised my mom I would take them to brunch. Richmond isn't as close as one would think." "Oh, well, have fun. Tell them I said hi." "Yep," Mary said, stifling a yawn. She closed the door on her way out and Stephanie finished her shower. By 8:30, she was dressed in her uniform grays, and was putting in an order for a table of six, four of which were children who were behaving like animals. Each time she went into the dining room, she searched for Dylan, but hadn't seen him yet. "Who are you looking for?" One of the other waitresses asked after she had poked her head into the dining room for the fifth time. "Oh, no one." Embarrassed, she went to the employee lounge and sat eating her breakfast of toast and an orange on her ten minute break and read a few more pages of her book. Before she could give him an answer, Dylan took the liberty of pulling her close to him, his breath sweet. Jane closed her eyes, giving in to his touch, leaning into his body. He crushed her to him, his hand encircling her waist, and his lips touched hers. A rush of fire went to her center, sending a jolt of electricity to her core. She arched into him, moaning gently into his soft lips, her hands going to his head. "I've never felt this way before," Dylan said between nips and kisses. "You're so much more woman than I could ever ask for." "Oh, Dylan," Jane replied, reaching for shirt. "I never knew that it could be like this." Dylan leaned back on her, pressing her into the soft velvet couch, her hair spreading wildly around her. His mouth traveled from her mouth to her neck to her shirt line. She arched into him and pressed his head to her more deeply. "Oh, take me!" Jane moaned, trailing her hand - "Hey, Steph. Your boy is here." Jolted, yet again from her fantasy world, Carrie, one of the other waitresses, called into the break room that Dylan had come in. She smiled and closed her book, stuffing it back into her purse. She straightened her hair and her skirt, and walked into the breakfast room. Dylan had placed the menu back on the table as she came from the back, laughing with Carrie about Dylan. He smiled at her as she came over She smiled back and grabbed the silver pot of coffee and headed his way. "So," she said, pouring. "How was the rest of your night?" She tried to keep the laughter from her voice. "Well, it wasn't a pleasant one," he said joking. "Yeah, well, it wasn't much better for me either." She pulled the tab and pen from her pocket. "What do you want this morning?" "Will you go to dinner with me tonight?" Dylan asked. "Sure," she replied, a smile playing on her lips. "In that case, I will have pancakes and sausage." "Good choice," she said, writing the order down. "I'll be back in a few." She tried to walk away, without running from excitement to the kitchen, but as soon as she cleared the swinging door she broke into a gentle pealed of giggles. "So, did Mr. Hotel ask you out?" Carrie asked, a knowingness in her voice and a smile on her lips. "Maybe." Stephanie responded, placing the order ticket with the chef. She turned around and said, "Okay. Yeah, he did." "Did he say where?" "Does it matter?" "It does if you want to know what to wear. I swear, its as if you've never been on a date before," Carrie chided. "I have too." Stephanie pouted mockingly. "I'll ask him then." When his food was ready, she put it onto the tray and carried it to his table. "So, where are we going?" "Does it matter?" "Well, it does matter because I need to know what to wear." "Hmm. Good point. Well, I am wearing a tie, so you should wear what you think might be appropriate." "Well, that leaves me a lot of answers," she said laughing. "Don't worry, I wont disappoint you." "There is one condition though," Dylan said. "Oh yeah, what's that?" "I will have to pick you up and I will be driving." Stephanie put a hand on her hip and pretended to think about it. "Oh, okay," she said. "If you insist." "Get back to work before I do kidnap you," Dylan said playfully. Giggling like a school girl, Stephanie went back to the kitchen and replayed the conversation to Carrie. "Well, anything black should work. You do have a black dress don't you?" She asked. "Of course, what girl doesn't," she replied. Excited and nervous, Stephanie barely made it through her shift in one piece. When her shift ended at three, she couldn't contain her excitement any longer. She rushed home and pulled her cocktail dress from the closet, deciding it needed to be steamed before she could wear it. She dug through the closet for her black heels, and when she couldn't find them, searched Mary's closet. Sure enough, they were in the back. By now it was almost five, and she still needed to do her hair and makeup. She heated up her hot rollers and pulled her makeup kit from under the bathroom sink, wrapping a towel around herself so as not to get her dress covered in hairspray or foundation. She dumped the contents of her makeup bag onto the counter and sifted through the lipsticks and blushes and mascaras. It had been awhile since she had needed to get dolled up, but was looking forward to it tonight. Once her hair was set in the hot rollers, she had twenty minutes to kill before she could take them out. Arching an eyebrow, she went straight to her purse and pulled her book from the back side. She sat on the couch, snuggled into the corner and she opened the pages. "Oh, take me!" Jane moaned, pulling at his shirt with fever. Her hand found its way into his collar, feeling the soft downy hair of his chest. Dylan's mouth had found her nipple and was rolling the bead in his mouth, sucking it gently. Jane arched, pleasure coursing through her body, her center becoming slippery and wet with anticipation of Dylan being inside her. She began to unbutton his shirt, pulling it from his shoulders. The fireplace was warm and the heat from their bodies was radiating from them. The soft glow of the dancing flames was more intoxicating than the wine she had been drinking. Stephanie let out a low whisper. "Yeah, he's gonna give it to her alright." She smiled and with her right hand reached under her towel and began to play with the lips of her pussy, aching to feel a release that she hand been trying to attain all day. She continued reading. Dylan had lifted her skirt to her waist, gently tugging at the pink panties she was wearing. Jane was becoming impatient and began squirming beneath his touch, anxious to feel him in her. "Oh, Dylan, hurry, I need you!" She moaned. "I want to take you now," Dylan said, sitting up and removing his shirt slowly. His tan skin reflected brilliantly in the firelight, and Jane could see how magnificent he really was. He overtook her again, raising her hands above her head, kissing each exposed place of her body. Jane could feel the pressing of his manhood between them, separated by only his slacks and her very wet panties. She grinded against him, making his press harder to her and heard him moan. "Please," she begged. "Please fill me." Stephanie had worked her way into a frenzy. Her clit was swollen with desire, and her pussy lips slick with her juices. She felt the orgasm building and as she read about Dylan roughly penetrating Jane, she thought she would die from the escalating build of pleasure. As Dylan was about to come in Jane, and Stephanie was about to come by her own hand, the phone rang. "Fuck!" She yelled, torn between finishing her climb or answering the phone. The thought of someone calling because of an emergency won out and she answered the phone. "Hello?" "Hey," Dylan said, on the other line. "Hey you," she was out of breath. "Are you on your way?" "I am getting ready to get in the car. Will you send out the search party if I don't get there in thirty minutes?" "I don't think its that hard to find," she said. "Are you sure you don't want me to come and get you?" "No, no. I am a man. I am quite capable of picking up my date." He adjusted his tie in the review mirror. "Oh, you Tarzan, me Jane," Stephanie said, laughing at her own inside joke. "Although, that could be fun." "Hey," Dylan said. "No dirty talk until after dinner." "Yes sir," she replied, mock in her voice. "Okay, well, I am, um, still getting dressed so I will see you in like, what, 20 minutes?" "As long as I don't get lost I'll be there. See you in a bit." She hung up the phone and went back to the bathroom and took out her hot rollers, put on her makeup and slipped into her dress. Meanwhile, Mary had come home and helped with the final touches, and Stephanie told her to put back her shoes if she borrowed them. "Sorry," Mary said, sheepishly. "So, do you know where you are going?" "No, he didn't tell me." "Well, I am sure it will be a good time. I will be here, as usual, with nothing to do." "Stop being so over dramatic," Stephanie said playfully. "didn't you have like 3 dates last week?" "Yeah, but that was last week. I'm dateless this week." "I am sure you will find something to do." Just then Stephanie's cell rang. It was Dylan, saying he had found her house, but that there wasn't any parking. "Oh, just double park. I'll meet you in the foyer," She said. "I'll go," Mary called, already walking towards the front door. Finish getting ready." Stephanie heard Mary re-enter the apartment and heard Dylan's voice in the living room. Mary slipped back in to her room to give her a one last once over. "You look hot," Mary said. "I bet you're gonna get some." "Maybe," Stephanie replied, lifting her breasts slightly in the black dress and smiling. "Show time." She stepped from her room, wearing the cocktail dress; a fitted sheath with a low back, stopping only a few inches above her ass, and black strappy heels. Her hair was up, piled on top of her head, ringlets of curls escaping and framing her eyes and cheekbones. Dylan took a deep breath in as their eyes locked. Stephanie arched an eyebrow, taking in his dark suit and silk tie. "So, do I pass the test?" she asked. "Wh- what test?" Dylan stammered. "Knowing what was appropriate to wear when only told that the person taking you out is wearing a tie. I hope its not too much." "You look fantastic, Steph," Dylan said, still staring. "Are those for me?" She asked, pointing to the roses in his hand. "Oh, yeah. Duh." "I'll grab a vase for these," Mary said, enjoying the sparks flying around the room. "I'll see you when you get back." Stephanie smiled gratefully at Mary and let Dylan help her into her long black coat. On the way out the door, she grabbed her small overnight bag and whispered to Mary, "Don't wait up." Dinner was a pleasure and Stephanie leaned a lot about Dylan; his family, his parents and she told him about her family's twisted tree too. When dinner was over and they had finished more than two bottles of wine, it was time to go. While Dylan got the bill, she excused herself to use the ladies room. While there, she checked her purse for her lipstick, condoms and her book. She was determined to finish what she started earlier that day. Except Jane wasn't going to get fucked, it was going to be her. Stephanie smiled and headed back to the entrance and waited for Dylan. A Paperback Romance Ch. 08 Ch. 08: Punk Rock Love Sid bumped into Candi at the Social Distortion show—literally bumped into her. He was heading back to the stage with his new beer in hand when he tripped over someone's boot and toppled into her, almost knocking her down. She wore a white wife beater shirt, and half of his Guinness now adorned the front of it. "Oh shit! I'm so sorry," he screamed over the crowd. "I'll live," Candi shouted back into his ear. "Let me buy you a beer?" "Sure thing." She bounded off after him, into the bar at the front of the club. The lighting in the bar was much brighter than the red spotlights from the stage had been. Sid turned to get a better look at Candi. Her shirt clung to her, drenched in sweat and beer. He could clearly see her black bra and pierced nipples. His eyes lingered for a moment too long before his gaze swept up to her face. She was smirking; he blushed. "I'm really sorry about your shirt." "It's ok, honestly. I don't expect to get home squeaky clean after a punk show." "If you say so. What are you drinking?" "Since I seem to be wearing Guinness, I guess I'll stick with it." She flashed Sid a 'no harm done' sort of smile. Grinning, he turned to the bartender and asked for two pints of Guinness. While the beers settled, Sid asked Candi to wait for him at the bar. A Paperback Romance Ch. 09 A Paperback Romance: Bravewolf Lisa Travers walked to the front of the small used book store that she owned with her best-friend and former assistant. It was almost seven and she could see the sun sinking lower towards the blue waters of the Pacific. The old three story house along the famous Pacific Coast Highway just south of Ventura was an idyllic location. In addition to the occasional tourist that stopped for vacation reading material, they had a sold customer base of locals, especially the wives from the nearby naval base. Since Afghanistan and Iraq, the lonely wives had been even more regular visitors to A Paperback Romance. The first floor of the historic house was devoted completely to the store. It walls were painted in pastel murals of romantic scenes. There was the desert scenery replete with its Native American hero and his Wild West heroine. On another wall was the Southern belle in her hoop skirts and her Rhett Butler-isk hero. But Lisa's favourite was the blonde Viking and his captured maiden prize. Of course, there were also rows upon rows of book shelves lined with new and used romance novels. There were no other genres; just romance. It was the one thing sadly missing from Lisa's live. At thirty-nine, she had never been married. She had never even been in love; at least not the kind of love that was captured in the millions of paperback pages that surrounded her daily. She had spent her time instead building a career as an attorney. Until a year and a half ago, she had been one of California's best corporate lawyers. Her clients had included several Fortune 500 companies as well as studios and dotcoms. She was a partner in a prestigious firm. She owned a fashionable condo in a high-rise on the beach. She had a large circle of acquaintances including several males, who could be pressed into service as an escort to a premier or awards should she need one. She had felt that her life was going exactly as planned. All of that had changed though when she and her assistant had been attacked as they worked late one night. The attacker was her assistant and friend's ex-husband. They had been engaged in a bitter custody battle over their five year old daughter since Lisa had encouraged Katrina to leave the abusive relationship. When the judge granted custody to Katrina, her ex-husband had lost it. He had stalked and attacked them when he knew they were virtually alone in the office. If the building security guard had not gotten curious about why the delivery man was taking so long, they would have both died. Instead it was their saviour that paid with his life, but not before alerting the police to the situation. Katrina had almost died from the collapsed lung and ruptured spleen from the multiple stab wounds. Lisa had mostly defensive wounds on her hands and arms, except for the single stab wound to her abdomen that had come inches from her womb. Until those long hours and days she lay in the hospital recovering, she had never spent much time thinking about her womb. She had just assumed that children were not part of her plan, but having come so close to death and almost losing the ability to bear a baby, she had begun to re-evaluate that decision...and most of the other ones in her life as well. She had also discovered a new passion: paperback romance novels. Katrina had always been addicted to the stupid things. She always had a couple in the huge purse that she brought with her to work each day. She would read them on the bus to and from work as well as during her lunch hour each day. So Lisa had taken to reading them to her friend as she lingered in the drug induced coma that the doctors had placed her in to allow her battered body to heal. That was all it took: Lisa became as addicted to the tawdry love scenes and happy endings. By the time that the doctors cleared her to return to work six weeks later, she had formed a plan. It had not taken that much of her legendary persuasive ability to convince Katrina, whom she had come to recognise as her one true friend, to join her in her folly. She had sold her condo and resigned her partnership. She had also liquidated enough of her resources to invest in their new dream: A Paperback Romance. The moment they had seen this house; it had been instant love...although perhaps not the same type as in the books. It had required more than a little tender loving care to restore it to its previous grandeur. They had discovered that it had been the weekend love retreat of two of silent films most famous actors; the Brangelina of their day. The ground floor offered a huge front room as well as a small kitchen that they used to offer home-made goods to their customers; one of Katrina's many talents. There was also a smaller room that they used for weekly readings. It was decorated as authentically as possible including a large purple valour settee and several period chairs, tables and lamps. The most unusual feature of the house was a huge basement that they used for storage. The top two floors had been divided up and became the personal residence of Lisa and Katrina. Katrina had the large second floor with two bedrooms, a living area and bathroom. It had become a peaceful retreat for Katrina and her young daughter to heal physically and mentally from their ordeal. Lisa had taken the top attic floor. Although it was smaller, it offered her all that she needed: a single bedroom, a small study and bathroom. Clicking the lock into place and turning the sign in the window to 'Closed' before closing the lacy curtains in the windows. She smiled as she placed her hand protectively over her stomach; close to the large jagged red scar that streaked like lightening across her skin. Of course, if this particular private part of her plan worked like she hoped, she might well outgrow her small abode. It was a secret; her secret. Not even Katrina knew about this portion of the plan that Lisa had hatched in those lonely walls of her condo. She was having a baby. Perhaps not in the same way that most women became mothers, but it was the most logical choice for her. She had undergone her first insemination that morning. It filled her with awe and more than a touch of fear to realise that even now a new baby might well be growing inside her. But she had promised herself she would not dwell upon that; not until she knew one way or the other. She did not want to jinx it somehow. To get her mind off the temptation, she grabbed one of the new releases from the rack close to the computer checkout. She smiled as she looked at the flowing straight bleu-black hair of the Native American hero on the jacket. She wondered if she had subconsciously selected this particular book for that reason. Of course, she had gone with an anonymous donor. Although she could have probably asked one of her male acquaintances, her experience with Katrina's ex-husband had taught her how brutal custody issues could become. She wanted none of that for this baby; it would be her baby alone. But even anonymous donors were not completely anonymous. She knew a few things about the man would be the 'father' of her child. He was thirty-one, six foot four and half Apache. She knew too that he was highly intelligent; as was often the case with sperm donors he had been a struggling medical student that had resorted to this unusual type of deposits in order to make the cash deposits required to fund his education. She chuckled softly at the irony of her choice of books as she turned on the soft glow of a lamp and curled up on the lush purple settee. She knew that Katrina and her daughter, Keeleigh, would not be back for a couple of hours. There was a carnival at the elementary school; a Halloween carnival. Opening the paperback romance to the first chapter, she began: Bravewolf stared through the deep greenery at the woman. She was pale; almost too pale. But it was the red flames that rose from her head and flowed down her back, stopping just above the alabaster full bottom that held his dark eyes captive. He had seen whites before; what of his people had not seen the cursed invaders these past few years. He had never seen such a colour though. Not that it could be called a single colour for like real flames it was more a blend of various shades and hues of red, orange and gold. His body tightened though as she turned to stare at the outcropping of trees and bushes in which he hid. It was almost s if she could feel his presence, but he doubted that any white man would be so sensitive to the spirits. But still she crossed her arms protectively across the large, full bosoms that resembled ripe gourds. Her breasts were much too large for such a small frame. He guessed that the top of those regal flames would fit safely beneath his proud chin. His hands too could likely span her tiny waist. In many ways, she looked more child like than woman, except of course for those full bosoms and round-bottom, which were definitely all woman. Lisa smiled. One thing to say for this new author, she did not waste any time getting to the good stuff. If the first two paragraphs were any indicator, this book would be one of the most popular among the naval wives with their forced celibacy. Lisa curled her legs up beneath her and returned to reading the brightly worded tome. But the day had been long. She had gotten up before six to make the almost two hour trip into Los Angeles to the fertility clinic. That was not much earlier than her normal rising time, but Lisa had barely gotten any sleep the past few nights. In part of course it was the side-effects of the fertility drugs they had given her to optimize her chances of conceiving. Although mild, they still resulted in hot-flashes and cold sweats as well as more a bit of moodiness. Even Katrina had mentioned her behaviour was odd since it was not 'that' time of the month. But it was also just the magnitude of her decision. She was not without some conflict about the whole thing. Having grown up in a traditional family with two loving parents and a younger brother, she wondered about even her abilities as a single parent, even as much as she wanted this baby and without any concern about finances. But at her age without so much as a single long-term relationship to her credit, she knew that she was running out of time. If she wanted a child...and she definitely did...then this was the most logical decision. Yawning, she laid the book across her chest; thinking to grab a quick nap before Katrina and Keeleigh came home. She was soon drifting into a light slumber as the final rays of the setting sun filtered through the curtains as if to paint the rooms in a faint glow. But she tossed restlessly upon the narrow settee. Her dreams were filled with the foggy image of a tall, bronze god dressed in nothing but buckskin. His hair was not the dark black of Bravewolf. It was a soft, warm brown and was not the stick straight of most Native Americans. Instead it flowed in gentle waves down his broad back and whipped about his face in the breeze. But it was his eyes that held her gaze. They were blue; a deep dark almost purple blue. And they held the weight of the world in his gaze. His voice was low and smooth when he spoke, 'Where am I? Who are you?' Lisa thought the questions odd for a dream, but responded simply. 'I am Lisa. Your woman. Does it matter where we are?' Some whimsical side of her mind recognized it as a dream and wanted to capture the opportunity fully. His tanned brows furrowed as if he were trying to figure something out. But in the end, he simply nodded as he stepped from the fog. He stood directly before her. So close that she swore she could feel the heat of him warm her. Her nipples budded inside the soft white cotton of her bra. She felt a tingle between her legs as well. The breath exploded from her lungs when he wrapped his arm about her waist. His dark face descended slowly towards hers. She noticed the nasty dark bruise and gash on his forehead then. But she did not have time to comment before his lips fastened over hers. The kiss, if you could call it that, was demanding. His lips were firm on hers, but when his tongue swept inside her mouth, she thought she would collapse with the power of his possession. Lisa was not inexperienced. As a grown woman, she had her needs; she had never been one to deny herself either. She just kept things casual. But there was nothing casual about this man's kiss or touch. He seemed to brand her with each caress of his tongue and his strong hands upon her bottom. When his hand moved slowly up her torso to weight and knead her right breasts, she moaned into his open mouth. But he drew back then. His hand clutching dramatically at his head as he almost doubled over. She could tell that he was in terrible pain but before she could go to him, the fog began to build once more. She could barely see him, when she heard that smooth voice pronounce, 'My woman...yes.' Lisa sat straight up, clutching her own head with one hand and unconsciously the other wrapped about her abdomen protectively. She heard the key in the back lock and tried to compose herself before faced with the mother and daughter dynamo of Katrina and Keeleigh. But she could not lie to herself; she was shaken to the core by the dream. * ^* Thomas Bravewolf fought with all his remaining strength against the hands that restrained him. He fought blindly against the pain that threatened to consume him. In the end the familiar voice of his friend and colleague, Dr Shaun Ryan, broke through the fog of pain. 'Be still, buddy. There was an attack. The chopper went down. You have lost some blood and there are some serious head injuries. I need you to be quiet while I examine you.' Looking into the dark face of one of the few men that he admired and counted as a true friend, Thomas saw the gravity of the situation reflected in the black pools of his eyes. With excruciating pain, he nodded his assent as he collapsed back against the gurney in the blazing desert heat. Despite the pain he tried to remember what had happened. He remembered loading medical supplies into the helicopter for the almost hour long trip to one of the remote villages along the border, where he served as not only the only medical advisor to the hundreds of US troops stationed there, but also the five thousand locals. But that was the last thing he remembered...until the dream. But dream did not seem quite the right word for it either. It was more like one of the ghost walker visions that he had as a young man when his grandfather taught him the ways of his mother's people. Was it possible that his mind had used that knowledge to escape the pain and trauma? Despite the years of formal medical training he had that entitled him to call himself a doctor; he knew the value too of other paths. He doubted that all the medicine he had learned in medical school and since would ever come close to the ancient knowledge and was that his people lost when his grandfather passed several years ago. He was a true medicine man...perhaps the last of his kind. Although he trusted Shaun, he sure wished his grandfather were here now. He felt the prick in his arm as he realized that someone had begun an IV. He was soon drifting in and out of consciousness. He caught the occasional snippet of the conversation in the triage. It was the hurried tone of Shaun's voice that worried him most. Shaun was always calm and cool no matter how dire the situation; so the angry commanding tone he used with his nurses told Thomas more than words could have. As he closed his eyes once more drifting into unconsciousness, he wanted to tell his friend that it would all be alright...that it did not matter if he existed in this life or the next. But he could not find his voice. So instead he simply breathed deeply and allowed himself once more to drift away. A Paperback Romance Ch. 10 Chapter Ten: In the Sultan's Harem "And then, the eloquent Circassian woman reclined on the silk pillows. Mehmet's eyes followed the graceful , curvy form of her body as she stretched, seductively exposing all of her body to him through the thin fabric of her silks clothing. The Sultan was captivated by his newest concubine, with her pale, nearly alabaster skin, dark curly hair and rose-red lips. Slowly, he rubbed his hand down her soft thighs, his actions elicitning a slight moan of pleasure from her. And he knew right then that he had to take her tonight..." The publisher stopped reading for a moment and looked up at Nazanin Choudhury, out of work English major and aspiring Romance novelist. Not that it was her first choice of work, mind you, but it put food on her table and paid for the rent. Besides, it was certainly better than any of the minimum wage jobs she could have gotten with her degree. "Well," she said smiling hopefully, "What do you think so far?" The publisher just sighed. Nazanin knew that wasn't a good sign. "Look Ms. Choudhury," he said, "It's not that it's a bad work. In fact, it's actually a very solid story. It's just that I see dozens, maybe even hundreds of potential Romance novels every month. For me to pick one up, it has to be exceptionally steamy..." Nazanin almost wanted to break into tears. She was literally crushed. All of this hard work and nothing! This was the seventh publisher she had tried to sell her manuscript to, and it looked like he was going to be the seventh one to reject it too. "And besides," he said, "Being an as-of-yet unpublished author, it would be very difficult to sell your book. I'm sorry, but you just don't have the name recognition that our company likes to draw in readers with." "Please Mr. Johnson," Nazanin pleaded with him, "Can't you at least think about it? You're the only publisher in the entire city that I haven't talked to yet, and I'm getting desperate here. I really need the money. At this point, I'd be willing to do almost anything to get it published?" Mr. Johnson raised an eyebrow at that comment. "Anything you say?" "Yes," Nazanin replied quickly, "I could make edits, change characters or plot details, even get rid of a chapter or two. I'm willing to make whatever creative changes you want if you..." "You said anything," Mr. Johnson interrupted, "Right? Well how badly would you like to get that manuscript published?" It was just then that Nazanin noticed the publisher's eyes wandering over her luscious, dark-skinned body. He looked her over, inspecting her full cleavage and nice, shapely legs. Nazanin was a very sexy woman after all, so it was hardly surprising. The look of sheer lust in Mr. Johnson's eyes was something else altogether though. She knew exactly what he was thinking... "Why don't you close my door," Mr. Johnson said, "And we can discuss this further." "Are you trying to get me to have sex with you," Nazanin said as she stood up. Mr. Johnson was dumbfounded and a little worried by the tone in her voice. But before he could say anything, Nazanin stood up and closed the door, giving him a nice view of her ass as she did so. "Because I really like where this is going," she continued in a deep, husky voice. Nazanin decided to play along. She wasn't really attracted to Mr. Johnson at all, but it wouldn't be the first time she used sex to get what she wanted. She'd done it with a couple of her boyfriend's in the past, and once even slept with a professor back in college to guarantee she would pass his class. There was a time when she used to feel bad about it, but by this point she was more than willing to do whatever it took to make it in the cut-throat world of publishing. If it meant sleeping with an unattractive guy, then so be it... Nazanin started to undo the buttons on her black silk blouse, slowly revealing her thin young body to the publisher. She was wearing a lacey black bra underneath that barely could hold in her massive breasts. She let the blouse drop to the floor, standing before him in nothing more than a bra and miniskirt, her long black hair draped behind her back. "So what do you think," she asked him playfully, "Do you like what you see?" "Oh yeah," Mr. Johnson said. He was still sitting back behind his desk, but Nazanin could see that he had already unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi-hard cock. He was starting to fap it furiously. Nazanin guessed that this man didn't get a lot of sex. 'Oh well,' she thought to herself, 'May as well make it memorable for the poor guy.' Nazanin slowly pulled down her miniskirt, until she stood there wearing nothing more than her bra, thong and high heels. She felt like a stripper, which was when an absolutely brilliant idea popped into her head. Slowly, she began to dance, gyrating her body as if to some unheard music. "So I was thinking," Nazanin purred, "That maybe the women in the harem use a sexy dance like this to seduce the Sultan. What do you think?" She flaunted her tight young body, waving her sexy hips as she made her way over to the publisher. He was still jerking his cock, and a small dribble of semen was starting to spill out and onto his lap. When she got by him, the exotic aspiring author turned around so that he could get a nice long look at her sexy ass. She shook it, trying to temp the poor man with her curves. "Oooo," he said, "How exotic! I like it!" Of course, he had no idea that Nazanin didn't really know how to dance. She was just mimicking the motions she had seen in all those Bollywood movies growing up. Nonetheless, she was certainly doing an excellent job at seducing the publisher. She decided it was time to up the ante, and reached around to unclasp her bra. Turning back around, she exposed her big, dark melons to the horny publisher. "Go on," she said, "Why don't you feel these melons big boy?" Mr. Johnson slowly reached out, still excitedly jerking his cock with his left hand, and gently squeezed the Indian woman's large breasts. It was the most exciting thing he had done in a very long time. He squeezed again, only a little harder this time, and it sent a wave of pleasure through Nazanin's lithe body. And then, he focused his attention on her light brown nipple, pinching it ever so slightly. Nazanin was already starting to get a little wet by this point, so she decided it was time to go a little further. Taking the initiative, she brushed everything off of Mr. Johnson's desk, knocking a pile of papers, some pens and a cheap plastic thermos to the floor. The little coffe that was still in it spilled out, but neither of them really cared about that at this point. She got on top of the desk, laying down on her stomach, and proceeded to drop her panties down to her ankles. Now she was fully exposed to Mr. Johnson, and he was getting a nice view of her big, sexy ass. "I bet you've never done anal with a woman, have you? I thought that maybe you would like to give it a try tonight..." She wiggled her ass, hoping to get his attention. "Go ahead big boy! I'm all yours..." Exciting by this, Mr. Johnson stood up and dropped his pants. His cock was rock hard and ready for some action, so he spit into his palms to give himself a little traction and lined to the tip of his cock up with the sexy Indian woman's asshole. Nazanin had done anal sex several times, and she really loved it too, but that didn't change the fact that it hurt a lot going in. Even with his spit for lubricant, it took a lot of effort for Mr. Johnson to get even the tip of his cock in. And he wasn't particularly well-endowed down there either. Nazanin found herself clenching her eyes shut, trying as hard as she could not to screen out in pain as the publisher slowly began to sodomize her. Eventually, though, she started to feel that familiar pleasure that only an experienced anal slut knows. She moaned in pleasure as Mr. Johnson began to fuck her. It was more than a little rough, as the wad of spit provided little real lubrication for his fucking, but Nazanin was able to bear it. She'd had worse... As he began to get more confident, or perhaps just more horny, Mr. Johnson began to build up the tempo of his fucking, thrusting into her and literally slamming her naked body against his desk. She could feel him put his hands around her full, round ass, trying to get better traction as he anally fucked her senseless. In an effort to help him, Nazanin gracefully arched her back and thrust backwards, trying to squeeze as much of his member into her tight little asshole as physically possible. It felt both good and a little rough as another couple of inches slid up her well-used ass. Nazanin groaned, more out of pleasure than pain, but it was still a little uncomfortable. As he full, luscious breasts slid and rubbed up against his polished wood desk, Mr. Johnson ran his fingers through Nazanin's midnight-black hair. He pulled on it roughly, forcing her up a little. Nazanin had to admit that she never thought the guy had something like that it him. Rough stuff like that always managed to get her wet. Unfortunately for her, Nazanin didn't have much time to think about just how hot that really was, because soon he was shooting his load deep inside of her bowels. He paused for a moment to catch his breath, his rigid cock still stuck deep inside of her anal cavity. And then he pulled out, a trail of semen leaking from her and onto his floor. It was definitely going to need some cleaning tomorrow morning. Nazanin finally relaxed, and then got up and started to get dressed. "I said I'd be willing to do anything to get published," she said coyly as she buttoned up her black silk blouse. "So you did," replied an exhausted Mr. Johnson. Several months later, Nazanin's manuscript, 'In the Sultan's Harem' was published. It told the story of a beautiful Circassian maiden who was captured by raiders and sold into the Sultan's harem in Istanbul, where she is drawn into a series of steamy mysteries and sex with the other women, members of the royal family, the Nubian guards, and a cunning Arab rebel. Johnson Publishing House spared no expense to market the book, and within the first month it had sold three million copies worldwide. The next year, Nazanin published a sequel, entitled 'Escape from the Seraglo'. It was even more erotic than the first, and she had no shortage of erotic ideas to work with. Nor was she short of publishers, editors and aspiring young protégés who were all very eager to work with her. Not that anyone could blame them, of course, as Nazanin was said to be very "hands on" with her writing projects...