Aidan is right. This Sunday at the gym we were playing basketball and had a three-point shot making contest. The bet was that if I won, Aidan had to wear a dress to work. And if he won, the next time we were filming and turning some of the Naughty Angel Publishing books into films, if there was sex involved, I wouldn't be able to cum.
"That's a good shot today," the director comes up and tells us. I grab a towel to cover myself and my monstrous raging erection. It's still not satisfied, and it's throbbing inside the condom.
"I think Ethan is going to be pleased with our progress," the director says to Aidan and I. He's talking about Ethan Kane, the world's largest pornography content creator. See, Ethan and Naughty Angel Publishing just recently signed a contract. We provide the stories and licensing, and Ethan provides the experience to make virtual reality porn using our stories. Another way for our readers to immerse themselves inside the worlds created by Abby Cleveland.
I nod, going over to put my shirt on. Trisha is putting on a robe. She smiles at me shyly. I smile back, but try to keep it professional.
I know she's probably coming over later on tonight. After the fucking I just gave her, it's a pretty sure fucking thing. She's going to want to have sex again. Then she's going to want to come over tomorrow. If I don't control it, she'll want to start calling herself my new girlfriend.
I make a mental note to make a point to let her know that this relationship needs to have a definitive fucking end date.
One thing that Logan Sanders does not do is relationships.
I fuck. And forget.
That's my motto. I'm honest and upfront about it. You wanna come on the rodeo and take a ride on me?
I'll give you the time of your fucking life.
But then the ride is over and it's time to let the other women standing in line have their turn.
It's only fucking fair.
That's what we're doing today, darlin'.
It's time to go on the rodeo. It's time to get fucking nasty.
So, you've heard all about me. All about what I'm working with. You know what you get when you pick up anything that says "Angel."
It's your decision.
Turn the page. And blow your mind.
Or bow out now.
No one is gonna fucking hate you if you don't like over the top shit. If you don't like hot men, cussing, dirty talk, sex, and cum. Lots and lots of fucking cum.
If you are ready to make the leap, then go find yourself a quiet fucking corner. Take those panties off. Get the fingers or the vibe ready.
And hold on.
Because I'm about to come. And so are you.
Don't say I didn't fucking warn you.
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Lana
Jack Kerouac once said, “One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.” That’s a pretty sentence, isn’t it? I’d just make one tiny change, which would be replacing ‘simple’ with ‘profitable’.
Hey, don’t look at me like that.
Life in the big city isn’t cheap, you know? Especially for a 25-year-old girl just out of college. Not that I should be complaining; I have a roof over my head, and a job that isn’t so bad.
I guess I’m just ambitious.
Oh, I’m rambling already, ain’t I? Sorry about that! Let me introduce myself.