20 Questions With Eden Baylee, author of Erotica Novel “Fall Into Winter”

Today I want to introduce you to erotica and erotic romance author Eden Baylee. This is also the start of a new 20 questions interview format on my blog modeled after Playboy Magazine’s popular Q & A feature.

Eden’s debut novel Fall into Winter is a sexy, brilliant read exploring taboo subjects such as threesomes and role playing. She writes about strong, independent female characters in their mid to late thirties taking control of their sexual lives. It is a hot and fascinating journey. I met Eden on Twitter (follow her @edenbaylee ), and she is one of the most supportive writers I know. The following frank interview delves into motivations behind her erotica writing and novel, where her inspiration comes from for her intriguing characters, the obstacles she has overcome as a writer and how she left her day job to pursue her writing dream.  An excerpt from Eden’s book also follows the interview. Enjoy.

GP

1. What is it about writing erotica that attracts you? What are you attempting to explore about sex and erotic themes in your debut novel  “Fall into Winter?”

What attracts me about erotica is how it makes me feel when I write it. It’s a sensual experience for me, not an intellectual one.

I don’t write sex and eroticism as a commentary on sexual exploration. The overriding goal is to tell a good story that will entertain the reader. It’s fiction, after all, and I don’t profess to have credentials that make me more qualified to write about sex than anyone else. The only advantage I may have is a willingness to string my thoughts into words, and to do it with a modicum of skill.

2. How did your novel develop? Did you design it as a separate, but connected vignettes or did they come together independently over a period of time?

The stories of Fall into Winter were initially written to be sold separately, but I decided to put them together into one book. Though common elements unify them, each is unique and stands alone. The themes include: younger man, older woman; ménage à trois (MFM); past lovers; and second chance at love.

3. In your introduction, you describe the tough decision all writers must face at some point — leaving the security and safety net of our day jobs and taking a chance on making it as a full-time writer. Tell us about your decision and journey.

I’ve never been able to successfully write and work full-time. About eleven years ago, I left my job the first time and moved to New York with the goal to write seriously and get published. The Internet was new to me, and the online market for erotica was starting up. Companies like Ellora’s Cave had just opened its doors. I thought I could get into the market while the getting was good.

Long story short, I got cancer and it derailed my plan.

The illness took a year out of my life, and when I got better, I was alone and in debt. I returned to work with the understanding that I would stay long enough just to pay off my debts. Who knew it would take me another ten years to work up the courage to finally throw in the towel? I was always afraid that if I left again, I would somehow get sick again. It was a ridiculous notion that had no basis in fact, but it paralyzed me to make a decision sooner.

This time, my situation is different. I have a support network, a 3-year financial plan, and I’m much stronger mentally. Despite that, though, I don’t forget the old saying “the best laid plans…”

4. Who is Eden Baylee? Why did you choose to write with a pseudonym? Tell us a little about your background and journey and how it plays out in your fiction.

Ha, George! I’m really a simple person, and I need very little to make me happy. I’ll admit that I’ve had the good fortune of experiencing much of what I’ve written about, but it’s my imagination that fuels the stories. Having learned about many different cultures through travel in my twenties, I draw upon that to write.

I chose to use a pen name because I intend to write in different genres, and it’s a good idea to differentiate identities. It was purely a business decision.

5. You wrote in your bio that you remember hiding under a blanket with a flashlight and reading an erotica novel at the age of 11. What was the book and who are some of your writing influences then and now?

The book was Story of O by Pauline Reage, a novel about BDSM that introduced me to a whole new vocabulary. I had never experienced anything quite like that book, and it left an indelible mark on my psyche.

As a child, I read a lot of the classics: Shakespeare; Dostoyevsky; Steinbeck. I’ve also read most of Freud’s works since I studied him extensively. I’m sure he somehow messed me up a little!

For the authors who inspire me to write erotica, I love: Henry Miller, Anais Nin, Charles Bukowski, John Fowles, and Vladimir Nabokov. Also, the poems of Leonard Cohen are beautiful and sensual.

6. In your novel, you feature strong, independent mature women who are reveling in exploring their sexuality.  Was this your intention since it is area that is not explored enough in fiction?

Wow, I suppose when “thirty-somethings” are considered mature, then I’ve practically got one foot in the grave! I write about strong, independent (mature) women because I love them. At twenty something, and even at thirty something, few women I knew were comfortable enough with their sexuality to know what they wanted. Exploring my own sexuality early in life allowed me to be more open today.

More importantly, it enabled me to be accepting of others. What you may deem as “deviant    behavior ” is someone else’s “normal.” What I may consider as “tame” is someone else’s idea of a “wild time.” I make no judgments on what goes on among consenting adults, and that allows me to write with an open mind.

Finally, as a strong, independent woman, (I won’t say mature, ok, George?) it’s important that I portray sex in a positive light. There’s nothing wrong with an adult woman who wants and enjoys sex, no matter what age she is.

I’ve chosen to write about women who are 30-40 years old because I feel they are so much more interesting as people, and not only because of their sexuality. Of course, this is just a generalization. Much of what makes anyone interesting is life experience, and though age is not necessarily the pre-requisite for it, experience does come with age.

7. Is there a lot of your characters Ella, Stella, Leah, Elena in you? Or were they based on people you knew or know?

You ask very intimate questions, George – I like this one. The answer is each female character has something of me in her, but I am certain that most women will be able to relate to these traits. At any one time, a woman can be one, none, or all of these. It’s what makes us so complex.

Ella is headstrong and fearless.
Stella has an adventurous spirit.
Leah is a career woman driven by success.
Elena is fiercely loyal, sometimes vulnerable, but never weak.

8. What for you is the toughest part of writing sex scenes?

Keeping it real. Essentially, if I’m a good storyteller, I can make you believe the impossible, but it’d be difficult to make you believe the improbable. My goal is to always respect the readers’ intelligence. I don’t like being taken for a fool when I read a book, so I will do my damnedest not to treat my readers that way. Given that sex is something most adults have experienced, it’s essential to write it in an interesting and arousing way, but always with the implicit understanding that it needs to stay real.

9. Your fiction also features intriguing daring, explicit language and imagery, and situations such as a MFM threesome and role playing. Do you revel in pushing the envelope and challenging conventions in your stories?

This goes back to the previous question. Keeping it real does not mean I write about a couple who’s been married 30 years having sex missionary-style in their bedroom. It’s nice but not all that interesting.

For erotica to be an arousing and sensual read, the element of sex has to be present in the story. The story itself has to involve people, and people have to be put into a situation. Weaving an intriguing situation is key, and word choice is a huge part of this.

I use explicit language if an explicit scene calls for it.  I don’t think about pushing the envelope – I just want to tell a good story.

10. Are you intending to shock or educate or both in your fiction?

Neither, I’m writing only to entertain.

11. Do readers assume that your erotica comes from your real life?

Perhaps, and people can assume whatever they like. I don’t concern myself with what I have no control over.

12. What role does the change of the seasons play in your novel’s overall theme?

As my stories were initially written separately, I had to choose something to bind them into one book. I rewrote scenes in each of them to incorporate the “seasons” aspect. It also set me up for Spring into Summer which is my next anthology.

13. If you escaped to a deserted island and had only one book to take with you what would it be?

George, you’re killing me! How can I only take one book? I refuse to answer on the grounds that I will offend any author, living or dead.

14. In the first story in your book, music plays a key role in the story. What impact does music play in inspiring your work overall?

I love most types of music, and lyrics can have a profound effect on me. Sometimes it’s the combination of a well-told story and great instrumentation that inspires me, but the mood or sentiment of a song can also do it.

The simplicity of Miles Davis playing “It Never Entered My Mind” regularly moves me to tears, and I’ve listened to that song hundreds of times.

15. What is something about you that would surprise us?

I’m directionally challenged, and it’s been a great source of frustration for me most of my life.  If I go anywhere unfamiliar, or even sometimes to a place I’ve been to several times, I have to map out the directions well in advance. My friends call me “Opposite George” as they know if I tell them to go north, they should go south, and east means west.

Sometimes it’s funny, other times, not. I make a lot of U-turns when I drive.

16. What advice do you have for other writers?

My mantra to myself: Keep writing. Be persistent. Believe in yourself.

17. How have social networks such as Twitter and Facebook impacted your life as a writer?

It’s enabled me to create a platform to give visibility to my work. More importantly, it’s connected me to a wonderful community of people—writers, filmmakers, bloggers, and artists who are incredibly talented. I love associating with individuals who inspire me to write and are there when I need to decompress.

18. When can we expect another collection of fiction from you?

Spring into Summer is scheduled for the end of this year.

19. What has been the response from readers and reviewers so far to your collection?

It’s been positive. People are extremely encouraging with their feedback.

20. Ultimately, what do want readers to take away from your fiction and where can readers find you?

The most important thing for me as a writer is to continue learning. Readers will not get the same old stuff from me in the next book. That’s the reason I’m putting out one more anthology before I start writing full-length novels. It’s of utter importance for me not to stagnate as an author. And to do that, I have to constantly challenge myself.

Readers can find me on my website www.edenbaylee.com.

From there, they can get to my blog, Twitter, Facebook, and any other links they need. I’m always available for a chat, so feel free to contact me.

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Excerpt from “Seduced by the Blues”

John brought her upstairs to his private office, and they sat facing each other on a plush, velvety red couch. Ella surveyed the surroundings and found the room functional and cozy. The lighting was dim and the decor contemporary. There was a desk with a computer on it, and a stand with three guitars in the corner. The walls were bare except for a large black-and-white print of John Lee Hooker. The room had a sexy vibe to it, and it was comfortable—too much so. She couldn’t remember the last time a man took charge with her, almost forgetting that she had intended to make the conquest. For someone only in his twenties, he had an air of sophistication she had never encountered.

“Do you bring all your young women here?”

John looked at her seriously with his pale blue eyes. “I don’t bring women here. This is where I work.”

“Oh, so you brought me up here for business?”

“No, but sometimes it’s good to mix business with pleasure.”

She liked how he played with words. His calm intelligence turned her on.

“Why me, then?”

“I liked you from the moment I saw you, and when you asked me if I was at X-tasy to get laid … I must admit, I found that impossible to resist.”

Ella now felt embarrassed for saying it. “That was pretty forward of me.”

“Yes, it was, and to answer your question … I didn’t go there to get laid, but the night is still young.”
He leaned in to kiss her. Though she was used to being in control, she thought she might give up some of it—just for tonight.

He licked around her mouth and gently bit her lips. She liked that he was in no hurry. With his fingers tangled in her curls, John drew her in. Ella met his tongue with hers, wrestling with it and tasting the smoky-sweet combination of his martini and her scotch. He cradled her back and nuzzled behind her ears, sending chills up her spine. It didn’t take her long to feel hot moisture seep between her slit.

At that moment, she decided she had to have more of him and got up from the couch. Removing her jacket and hiking up her skirt, she sat on John’s lap facing him, kneeling with her calves spread out on either side of his thighs. She could tell he was surprised by her aggressiveness, but he was obviously turned on—the bulge in his pants proved it. Ella thrust against him in an erotic grinding motion. He groaned, and she pressed her lips on top of his. They battled inside each other’s mouths. John held her ass while she gyrated. He slipped his right hand down the front of her panties.

“Damn. Ella, you’re dripping.”

He penetrated her with his middle finger. She rode him and felt another inserted into her as his thumb worked its magic on her clit. He slid a hand underneath her bra, grasping her left breast. He squeezed till she moaned. Her nipples were already stiff when he pinched them.

Ella arched backward as John thrilled her by tonguing between her cleavage. She felt him growing bigger as she pushed her pussy toward him. Her breathing became labored as he continued to play with her. She shut her eyes and dug her nails into his shoulders—she was close.

“John, you’re up in fifteen!” yelled a voice from outside the door.

Ella froze.

“Okay, Bill,” he said. “I’ll be right there.” His voice was composed.

“Shit! You’re performing tonight?” she asked in a hushed tone.

“Yup, in fifteen, like the man said.”

“You have to go.” Ella moved to get off him.

“No, no, not yet.” He didn’t stop touching her for a second. “We have a little pleasure to take care of first.”

John resumed stroking her in the same unhurried manner as before. Soon she felt the heat building again in her groin.

Ella held onto his shoulders and adjusted her position to allow his thumb more room to vibrate her swollen bud. She was amazed at how agile his fingers were within the confines of her underwear.
She sensed his arousal as she raised her hips before pounding down on him again. She hated to rush, but she couldn’t control herself even if she wanted to; she was on the verge.

“In five, John!” Bill called out again.

“Yup, no problem. I’m coming,” he replied.

Ella didn’t even flinch this time. She was too engrossed in how John made her feel to care about anything else. She bounced with full force before succumbing.

“John … I’m—” Slamming her ass on top of him, her pussy contracted repeatedly. Multiple waves swept over her, leaving her dizzy from the frenzy of her movements.

John kissed all around her neck until her convulsions subsided. When Ella finally stopped shaking, he withdrew from inside her. She watched as he took his fingers, soaked in her juices, and rubbed them on his lips before sucking each one into his mouth. Ella felt butterflies in her stomach at the sight of such an intimate gesture.

“Damn, Ella, I thought you were going to cut off the circulation to them.”

She was still breathing heavily when she dismounted him. “We can’t have that. You need them to play.”

“Yes, so true, and not just with my guitar.”

She was sweating from exerting herself and from the sheer bliss of her climax.

“John, time!” It was Bill again.

She looked at John, and they both cracked up.

“You were wonderful, Ella. Will you stay for the show?”

She heard the longing in his voice. A part of her wanted to, but she wasn’t sure. “You’ve got to go,” she said.

He pulled her in for another kiss, a lengthy one that left her tingling.

“To be continued?” he said, combing his fingers through his hair.

His words sounded more like a statement than a question. She saw him walk out the door, patting down the creases of his shirt and tugging at his crotch to shake off his unfulfilled desire. She, however, smiled and was quite content to bask in the afterglow of her orgasm.

Swinging is NOT Cheating: A View From the Author of novel “Monogamy Sucks”

Swinging is NOT cheating.

There. I said it. Someone had to.

Through the years I’ve heard some people refer to swinging as cheating with permission.

There’s a huge problem with that description. It’s wrong.

Swinging is about being up front and honest with yourself and your partner (if you have one) about your desires to explore sexual pleasure outside conventional notions of marriage, relationships and monogamy.

Swingers don’t have to lie. Everything is out in the open.

By contrast, cheating is all about deception.

Those who cheat are essentially liars in denial. No other way to describe it. They are fearful to face up to the real problems in their marriages or relationships so they would rather look outside for the satisfaction they seek, but their actions have the potential to hurt others.

This is the kind of emotional drama and stress swingers seek to avoid through open communication and setting up boundaries for their adventures.

It amuses me to no end when those who participate in cheating behavior harshly judge swingers and even call them “freaks.” Sorry, but cheating is always worse than swinging in my book.

I explore this question about whether swinging is cheating in Chapter 23 of my novel Monogamy Sucks entitled “Victoria’s Secret: The Sweetest Taboo,” which is excerpted at the end of this post. In this chapter, my novel’s protagonist Jake Dalmas helps a married woman cheat and lives to regret it. His actions break his own swinger’s code of conduct and he realizes he could break up someone else’s marriage and home.

I personally describe swingers as ethical hedonists. That means that they don’t seek pleasure at the expense of others’ feelings. None of the swingers I met wanted to ruin someone’s relationship. No sexual activity occurred unless all agreed ahead of time to set up ground rules and boundaries.

Honestly, I have played with a number of straight couples. When I have fucked someone’s wife or girlfriend in a swinger encounter, I knew it was only sexual fun. I didn’t assume some deeper connection. When we were finished, I blissfully returned to my single life and they remained together in their relationship. Everyone was happy.

All of us found the pleasure, satisfaction, excitement and variety we seeked. We were intimate, but that doesn’t mean we had shared loving intimacy. Love and sex are not the same. You can have great sex without love. It is possible. I’ve experienced it.

Yet no one had to lie, cheat or get hurt and have their hearts shattered. We had fun. That’s all.

Isn’t that a lot better than painful breakups and spending time in divorce court? Isn’t time for this country to grow up in their feelings about sex and face that we have a growing problem with monogamy in our relationships?

Monogamy sucks? I could have posed the title of my book as a question and it would still be relevant. The sad answer is played out on the TV news every night with endless reports about celebrities committing adultery. This is also mirrored in our real lives and in our communities away from the glare of TV cameras and fame even if we don’t want to talk about.

People are naturally horny and sexual and no amount of societal shame, legislation or church doctrine can change that. Sex is healthy and beautiful, but not when deceit and heartbreak is involved. Why cheat yourself and others?

All I ask or you dear reader with my novel and this post is for you to simply consider alternatives and keep an open mind. There are many roads to happiness and all of them don’t need to travel well worn conventional paths.

Although always trying to remain honest to yourself can help lessen the emotional load along the way.

GP

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CHAPTER 23

VICTORIA’S SECRET: THE SWEETEST TABOO

September 14

Is swinging adultery?

I don’t think so. I have fucked several married or attached women on my swing journey, but I don’t believe I have committed adultery. The ladies’ husbands or boyfriends were always right there to watch or participate in our sexual encounters. Everything was done out in the open. There was no sneaking around. Both parties gave me consent. Still, I know many might not agree with me. I guess it all depends on your definition of adultery. I define adultery as engaging in intimate secret sexual acts with someone other than your spouse or partner in a committed serious relationship. Committing adultery for me is all about being dishonest and afraid to deal with sexual dissatisfaction in your marriage or relationship. So rather than deal with the thorny issues at home, you look for pleasure and satisfaction elsewhere.

Of course, monogamy doesn’t help. It is a hard thing to live up to when there is so much temptation out there.

Swinging is supposed to be about being open and honest about your feelings to explore sexual fantasies and desires, which may include fucking other people besides your partner. Swingers are discreet, but at least they don’t have to lie to their lovers. Adultery strikes me as dishonest and it is against my personal code of sexual ethics, but I must admit I have been tempted. I’ve long fantasized about fucking horny housewives. I don’t know why. Maybe because it’s such a taboo, a forbidden fruit frowned upon by many in society – at least openly.

My horny housewife fantasy usually involves a secret motel meeting with a tantalizing suburban soccer mom who hasn’t been fucked properly in ages and is eager to explore her wild side. Ever since I’ve been a teenager this has been a strong fantasy to which I have masturbated more times than I care to admit.

In the real world, how do you find women like this? I can’t deny it. I want to play house with a sexy homemaker, but it is probably better that it remains a fantasy. My overactive imagination has stopped me from pursuing this horny housewife fuck fantasy, as I have worried about the downside: being killed by my lover’s husband or breaking up someone’s marriage.

The Internet is eroding my resolve though. There are numerous intriguing Web sites advertising ways to meet horny housewives who aren’t getting enough attention at home. They have names like, Horny Homemaker, Horny Housewives, Housewife Fantasy, Naughty Wives Next Door, Fuck My Wife, and Fuck His Wife.

These Web sites feature enticing slogans like, “A slut wife needs a big cock in her pussy now,” and promise to show you, “Wives fucking other guys on their wedding day or when their husbands are at work.” The sites claim to bring out the wild side of lonely housewives and give them the chance to fuck like sexy vixens. “Watch slut wives fuck and suck while hubby slaves away at work,” promises another fuck site. Each Web site also features naughty and explicit photos of housewives at sexual work to add to the enticement. It all seems kind of fishy to me like maybe they hired porn stars to look like housewives. It’s probably another fraud, another sexual lie.

One housewife fuck site that caught my attention is called appropriately, Fun on the Side. It is a site supposedly devoted to providing married women or frustrated girlfriends with the means to finding discreet sexual encounters outside their relationships. It is billed as the “Most scandalous site on the Internet.” Yeah, right.

Featured prominently on the first page of the Web site is a hot blonde woman who claims to be the founder, president and spokesperson for the Fun on the Side club. Lori, as she calls herself, appears to be in her mid thirties. In the photos posted on the site, she is standing in her backyard, wearing a provocative white lingerie outfit revealing her shapely body. In another photo, she is sitting on a chair wearing lingerie in a provocative “fuck me” pose with her legs spread wide. I had to admit she looks the part of a nasty woman next door or a naughty housewife.

As part of the Fun on the Side introduction, Lori writes that she started her sex site because she was a horny housewife married to a husband in the entertainment industry who was never around to take care of her needs. Sexually frustrated, she fucked the mailman, the milkman, her poolman, everyone halfway decent looking at her health club and then her neighbors. Every morning she said she would go through her little black book looking for one of her old boyfriends she could fuck. Eventually, when she ran out of former boyfriends, she turned to the Internet. She found more lovers through the Internet going through personal ads, but she also says she barely escaped some dangerous situations with psycho lovers that almost cost her life. She also claims that through her online adventures, she discovered that there were a lot of other women in her same sexually frustrated predicament. They were all dressed up with nowhere to go. Sorry, I don’t buy it.

Out of concern for her own safety and sexual needs, Lori declared that she wants to give attached women a safe way to find a little sexual fun on the side, while screening out the creeps. I wonder how she can do that. Anyone could tell her anything. This is the Internet after all.

Money of course had nothing to do with her venture even though Lori boasts that their site is not run for profit. She has such a sexually charitable heart. Give me a break. Her sexual altruism is laughable.

Lori went on to write that their club features REAL attached ladies looking for discreet sexual fun on the side because they are not getting enough pleasure from their boyfriends and husbands. I’ve read this kind of Internet crap before. I am very suspicious. They want to get you hooked from the start. Lusty eager ladies who want to fuck discreetly are a strong selling point. It is aimed at us lonely, horny men who want sex without the hassle of a deeper attachment. I had to find out if it was on the level.

Maybe Lori really is just a hired porn star fronting a Web site company run by a porn company. I suspect most of the women on the site are probably all fakes. The Fun on the Side site claims to have attracted more than 7 million visitors in just a few years. You never know. The preview photos on the site are very sexy and salacious. They look like women you could meet in a neighborhood bar or next door. They weren’t pretty enough to be porn models, but they did look like a hot lady you might get a chance to fuck in real life. Some were skinny, some fat, but all seemed naughty.

I had to go through a screening process where I gave a valid address, phone number and credit card number to an adult age verification service. It is intended to screen out the little kiddies from watching porn. Also I guess they figure a psycho won’t give out a real name, address and phone number. Well, fake ones can be created, though.

So after all that, I finally got access to the site and began checking out the personal ads. There were some intriguing ads and they seemed a little naughtier than the Adult Fuck Finder site. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder if it was the same old Internet ad come on where it looks really good on the surface, but on the other side of the ad is a gruesome woman I wouldn’t pick up in a bar in a million years.

I found some ads that interested me, but I was hesitant to take the plunge. Did I really want to go through with it and wreck someone’s relationship? This truly was other people’s pussy. I would be entering another man’s domain, so to speak, without permission. Should I leave it as a fantasy to jack off to? Could a horny housewife lead to my demise? Is the forbidden fruit sweetest?

In the end, my curiosity got the best of me. My housewife fuck fantasy is just too strong to resist. It haunted me and eventually broke down my reservations. Lately, I’ve thought about slutty housewives a lot, usually late at night or in the early morning when I was at my horniest. So against my better judgment, I’ve decided to become a member and pursue my housewife fuck fantasy.

September 24

In the past couple of weeks, I have responded to about 20 ads from attached women on the Fun on the Side site, but there’s no interest yet. Maybe it is just as well.

September 27

Today I finally got a response from a woman named Victoria from Downey. At least that is what she calls herself. Her profile said she is a 39 year old married Asian woman. The headline for her ad is: QTPIE: Looking for fun????

What was with the question marks? Had she met a lot of creeps who showed her a lousy time?

Her ad read:

Seeking Men Between 30-40 for discreet fun? (Once again, a question mark) He must be disease free, very erotic, lovable and fun to be with. No strings attached. *Smile*

In her e-mail response to me, she wrote that she liked my letter and described it as very erotic. It was just my usual e-mail spiel about being open-minded, unselfish and very sexual.

“I love to please a woman more than anything. I am very intrigued by a woman who enjoys expressing her sexuality and erotic imagination,” I wrote in my e-mail.

These were my killer lines and apparently my bullshit clicked with Victoria. She was hooked and wrote back that she would like to know more about my fantasies and desires and even went a step further and suggested us meeting sometime to explore our mutual pleasures. She also described herself as a sexy Filipina married woman with two kids who needed more pleasure than her husband could provide.

I e-mailed her back stressing even more, how much I wanted to please her and explore her desires and fantasies and how I couldn’t wait to meet her. I hoped I didn’t come on too strong and scare her away.

October 1

Just when I thought I had lost her by coming across as too eager (it has happened more times than I care to mention), Victoria responded with an enthusiastic e-mail giving me her home phone and suggesting I call her soon. She also added that I could call her any night after 10 p.m. because her husband goes to bed early.

“He has to get up at 4 a.m. to go to work so don’t worry. He never stays up late. Not even on weekends,” she wrote.

It was all happening so fast. I was surprised she gave me her home phone after only several e-mails. Typically, it took a lot longer, even with single women. Victoria was married and still eager to give out her home number. That made me all the more intrigued. She must be horny.

October 3

After drinking several glasses of wine and watching some hot scenes from a porn movie (that featured a hot Asian woman getting fucked by two guys and then sucking them off), I finally got up enough nerve to call Victoria tonight.

It was a Sunday night, which I hoped, wouldn’t be a problem. A woman with a sweet voice answered. I was tempted to hang up for a brief moment before responding in a nervous voice, “Hi…Victoria? Is that you?”

“Yes…” she said. “Who’s this?”

She spoke with a slight accent.

“Uh, Jake,” I said. “We’ve been corresponding through the Fun on the Side site…”

“Oh, hi. I’m glad you called. I was hoping you would.”

She spoke decent English. Apparently, she had been in America for a while.

A few moments of awkward silence – that seemed to last a lifetime – followed. I wondered how to break the ice? She may be a married slut seeking some new cock, but I still had to treat her as I would any woman I wanted to meet, with respect. Being overly sexual could sink me. I was horny again and I didn’t want to blow it.

“So? What are you looking for?” I thought this was direct but not too pushy.

“Oh…I am looking for more fun. I liked your e-mails. They are very erotic. I need more of that,” she said in a soft voice.

Then she proceeded to describe to me in a not too timid manner how her husband’s bedroom manner was lacking.

“My husband never has the time anymore. He is usually too tired or doesn’t last very long,” she said. “I need more than that. I can’t just wait around for him to be with me once a month.”

She surprised me with her candor, but I wanted to keep her talking about sex so I pressed ahead.

“What do you like…to do?”

“I like to suck a lot… and I like to do it for a long time. I never get that from my husband. And I really love being licked. I don’t know…I just like it all. I love sex. What about you?”

I gave her my pat answer, which I thought had a good chance of working considering her marital situation.

“I look at sex as an incredible journey of mutual pleasure. I love giving pleasure more than anything. It really turns me on. I love receiving and giving oral sex. I just love it all…too.”

She bought it.

“Mmm…that sounds good. Have you met other people through the Internet?”

I told her no. I wanted her to feel special. I wasn’t exactly lying. She was the first woman I had actually connected with through the Fun on the Side site. I didn’t ask her if she had met other men. I could find that out later and it didn’t matter to me anyway.

Then came make or break time.

“Would you like to meet sometime?” I asked.

“Sure. How about this Friday?”

“OK,” I tried to sound calm, but I was extremely excited.

Suddenly, I felt a little suspicious. Was she for real? Well, there was one way to find out.
We ended the call agreeing to meet in a parking lot located at a Bally gym in Downey. She said she would tell her husband that she was working out. Well, she would be in a way. It was just a different kind of workout using other muscles that she had in mind.

“I don’t want him to get suspicious,” she said. “But I need to do this. He would never check on me at the gym.”

“Sounds good. I can’t wait.”

“Me too. So I’ll be there around 7:30 p.m. I could be late. It will take time to make dinner for my husband and my two kids.”

“Sure. Don’t stress about it. Get there when you can.”

This was easier than I thought. I didn’t know what to expect, but I thought it would take a lot more work and finesse to set up my first adulterous fuck date I was exhilarated, but also a little worried. I tried not to obsess about it too much, but I did anyway.

October 4

I couldn’t resist and sent a short e-mail to Victoria writing how much I enjoyed talking with her and how I couldn’t wait to meet her. I hope I didn’t blow it by seeming too eager again.

October 5

Apparently, I didn’t blow it. She sent me a promising e-mail today looking forward to our meeting. It read:

TO: LBSWING69@forbiddenlust.com
FROM: VICTORIA-QT@funontheside.com
RE: Three more nights… I am craving you…

Hi Jake Babe,

It was great talking to you over the phone as well. Yes, three more nights and we can finally meet. Hhhmmmmm…I can’t wait to see the possibilities of exploring my desires with you. So below is the meeting place… we can decide from there where to go. We will meet in the back parking lot of the Bally Gym in Downey.

As I told you before, I am a short Asian woman with black hair. By the way, I am not sure if I already gave you my cell phone number. Just in case you have to cancel… you can leave me a message on my cell. You can leave me a message anytime you like. My cell number is 555-533-2181. My car is a blue Saturn. I will call or e-mail you to confirm on Thursday night. Talk to you soon!!

Always,
Victoria

October 8

It’s the night before my possible adulterous fuck date with Victoria. I was feeling nervous and having second thoughts before I got a confirmation e-mail from her tonight. Now, I know I have to go through with it. She is my Asian and married woman fantasy wrapped into one. I can’t resist. Who knows when I’ll get another chance like this?

TO: LBSWING69@forbiddenlust.com
FROM: VICTORIA-QT@funontheside.com
RE: ONE MORE NIGHT…

Hi Jake,

One more night and we can be together. I can’t wait to meet you. I have been thinking about it all week. I am getting SO horny thinking about it. I am so wet.
*Licks*

Anyway…I enclosed some photos of me taken in Hermosa Beach when my nephew and niece was out here a couple of months ago. The one on the bed was to give you an idea of how I look in the bedroom.

By the way, so far we are on for tomorrow. I can’t wait. See you soon!!

Hugs and Kisses,
Victoria

The photos were no doubt taken by her husband, which gave me a perverse erotic charge. She is fully clothed in all the photos, even the one where she is laying on the bed in a seductive pose. She is a short and a plain looking Filipina, yet she has a seductive smile and nice small ass. Lord knows I have fucked a lot worse.

October 9

Tonight is the night. I am more excited than nervous, but I am not experiencing my typical performance anxieties, as I recently secured some more Viagra through an Internet site. I lied about my age and said I was 58 on the health evaluation form. I also wrote in the comments section that I have experienced impotency for years. Well, that wasn’t a complete lie. I had experienced it occasionally, like any other guy, but now I had hard cock insurance again. No more limp dick disasters for me.

Still, that wasn’t the problem. I was crossing into a new erotic territory. I was going to discreetly sample another man’s wife. I was breaking every swinger’s code and my own personal code of conduct. I felt like a heel, but I was also excited about it. Breaking taboos turns me on I
must admit. It is a secret thrill. Not sure how to reconcile it all with my ethical hedonist beliefs, not to mention my conscience, but I’ll worry about that later. Right now I want to fuck a horny housewife.

I didn’t get a cancellation e-mail or a phone call today so I guess we are still on. In a couple of hours, I will drive up to Downey for our erotic meeting. In the meantime, I prepared as I always did before an erotic encounter. It was kind of a ritual. I took a lot of Vitamin E to build up my cum and Panax Ginseng to build up my sexual energy. I watched porn tapes and looked at nasty Internet fuck photos to create my sexual fever. I wanted to be hungry for her cunt.

October 10

The rush hour traffic on the 605 freeway was lighter than I expected so I arrived at the Bally Gym parking lot at 6:30 p.m. about 30 minutes before our fuck meeting.

Located about 25 miles from downtown Los Angeles, Downey is one of the many small non-descript cities that make up the suburban/urban sprawl of southern California. It has all the modern conveniences and vices of the big city – bars, motels, 24-hour liquor stores – but it is also comprised of endless suburban housing tracts mostly built in the 1960’s and 1970’s. Downey is a 15-20 minute drive from my apartment in Long Beach, so I didn’t really have time to obsess and worry about my pending fuck meeting until I arrived at the busy Bally parking lot. I got there too early. I realize now, that was a mistake. Never arrive early. It only gives you more time to have second thoughts about going through with it. The waiting was excruciating. My usual doubts returned as I sat in my car and tried to pretend that I was waiting for my girlfriend or wife working out in Bally. I fought off the urge several times to drive away and forget about it, but my curiosity, not to mention my lust, was too strong to resist. I figured if I came this far I might as well see if I could get laid. I was anxious and couldn’t focus on anything, not even the music on my car radio.

Adding to my frustration, was a fat overzealous Latino security guard who patrolled the Bally lot and kept watching me. A couple times I thought he was going to walk over and confront me, but he never did. He just kept staring at me and it had its desired effect of making me feel uncomfortable. The Bally Gym was located in a small shopping center that also had a 99 Cent store and a Ralph’s. The security guard was no doubt hired to make sure no one took the Bally member’s coveted parking spaces. What a fool. I tried not to notice him but it was difficult. He made me feel self conscious about being there. If he only knew what I was really there for.

“Excuse me sir. I am waiting here to fuck one of your precious Bally members. I want to park my cock in her cunt. Is that O.k.?”

I had one Viagra pill for the night. I figured that would be enough. It was 50 milligrams, which was half of the dose I took at the Palm Springs work retreat and at Arturo’s and Sylvia’s video fuck party in the Valley. I figured that a smaller dose would have fewer side effects, such as the headache and cock numbness that I experienced at the retreat. As long I still got hard though. That was all I cared about. It was supposed to last for four hours. At least, that is what it said in the packaging. I hadn’t taken it yet. I figured I’d take it in the motel bathroom before we fucked. I was hoping that four hours would be enough time to fuck the shit out of her before my Viagra rush faded.

Soon I had something else to worry about. Victoria was late and for a while I wondered if I was going to be stood up. I called her cell phone and got her voice mail. I left a message but I figured she wouldn’t get it in time. Several times I saw blue cars pull into the parking lot, but they were all false alarms. Finally, when I considered leaving, Victoria showed up almost 45 minutes late.

As I approached her car, she stepped out to greet me.

“Hi, Jake?” she asked with an awkward smile.

“Yes. It’s me…Victoria?”

These initial awkward moments of meeting a potential fuck date don’t seem to be getting any easier.

She looked pretty much like in her photos: a small Asian woman about five feet tall with short stubby legs, a nice small round ass, short black hair and a plain looking face. Victoria wore a black short skirt and high heels that looked kind of ridiculous on her. It was a sexy revealing outfit that looked better on a much younger woman. I guess she was trying too hard to make me hard, so to speak, but at least she had made the effort to look good.

“Let’s take your car,” she said.

I was pretty much sure I was going to get laid, but you never really know. She only said that she wanted to have fun and in one of her e-mails admitted that she was horny, but that was it. Still, I didn’t want to assume anything.

“So what do you want to do?” I asked when we were both sitting in my car.

The suspense was killing me. I had to know if I was going to get laid or not.

Victoria quickly ended the suspense on whether this was going to be a sexual liaison when she suggested I drive to a few blocks up the street and find us a motel. I smiled at her and tried to act nonchalant, but a surge of nervous tension rose up in my gut and loins. I felt one of my hands shake and gripped the steering wheel hard so she wouldn’t notice. Suddenly, I felt like a stupid schoolboy on his first date. I kept my eyes on the road ahead and tried not to look too long at her legs, which I had decided, were sexy after all.

A couple of times I caught her checking me out. Maybe I was her fuck fantasy. You never know.
We didn’t say much on the drive to the motel. I complimented her a couple of times and told her how hot she looked. She smiled at me and looked away appearing embarrassed.

After driving for a couple of miles, I pointed out a Comfort Inn and asked her if that would be O.k.

“Sure…I don’t care. Whatever you like,” she said.

I left her in the car at the back end of the hotel parking lot and went and got us room. I felt awkward at the front counter as a young Latino man with glasses asked if I needed the room only for a night.

“Yes,” I said. “I am here on business.”

Yeah, pussy business, I thought.

There were probably a lot of out of town people or others at the hotel who were already doing what we were about to do. I got a room for one. I didn’t figure they would be watching me too closely. After I got the room key, I went back to the car to get Victoria. We walked up the stairs to room 208. Actually, it was a nicely furnished room considering how affordable it had been.

I told her I had to go to the bathroom. She probably figured I was just cleaning out the pipes before I fucked her. She had no idea I was discreetly taking a Viagra fuck pill. I didn’t want any erection problems. It was instant manhood. I guess I should feel guilty that I was building up a false impression of my potency, but I thought that was better than living through another limp dick failure.

I turned on the water facet so she couldn’t hear what I was doing and then flushed the toilet even though I hadn’t gone to the bathroom.

When I left the bathroom, Victoria was sitting on the bed in her underwear and white stockings. I love stockings. How did she know? I didn’t tell her. She has a nice little body. Not much in the tits department but she has a cute little ass and sexy legs. She truly is my Asian fuck fantasy come to life.
I sat next to her on the bed and we smiled shyly at each other. I didn’t wait for any kind of a sign as I leaned over and kissed her. Her response was immediate. Her lips were warm and soft, and I was already hard. I knew that it was I and not the Viagra. The Viagra needed a little more time to kick in than a few minutes.

I kissed her neck and slowly worked my way down her body. I caressed her breasts and nipples through her bra and ran my hands down her thighs to her panties and rubbed my fingers against her pussy.

“Mmm…I like that,” she whispered.

We continued to kiss on the bed and rubbed our clothed bodies against each other. I felt at one point I might cum in my pants I was so hot for her, but I didn’t want any premature disasters. I couldn’t wait much longer.

“Let’s get naked,” I suggested. “You have too many clothes on.”

“Sure…anything you want.”

I was nervous and horny as I watched her remove her bra, stockings and then her panties. Not bad, I thought. She has a small body with a shaved pussy and tiny tits with big nipples. Her body isn’t entirely tight as she has a little potbelly that I found cute. I also noticed some stretch marks on her stomach. Her tight little butt and the Viagra kept my cock hard, though. She is far from perfect, but she would do for my Asian lust fantasies. I have a fever for Asian women. I always have. Not sure why? Maybe it was because Asian women have always struck me as so unapproachable and mysterious. I have jacked off countless times while watching Asian porn or looking at photos of Asian sluts.

Preventing myself from cumming too quickly presented more of a problem than getting it up with Victoria. She was the first Asian woman who had agreed to let me go this far. My only knock against Asian women is that they are not naughty enough. At least, the Asian women I have met seem too guarded emotionally and are very skilled at keeping their wild sides well hidden. They are an erotic mystery wrapped up in an enigma. Now I had finally found an Asian slut who was willing to get naughty. Only one problem: she was married, but the hornier I got, the less that seem to matter.
I stripped down to my underwear and gently pushed Victoria back on the bed. Her quiet demeanor and sweetness hid a wild side. She was very passionate, kissing me hungrily and reaching into my pants and stroking my hard cock. Her hungry passion took me by surprise. I reached down and rubbed her cunt with my fingers. She was already dripping wet.

“I get wet easy,” she said.

So I figured she probably came easy. Boy was I wrong. I went down on her for what seemed an eternity. Well, at least her cunt tasted good, but my tongue was tired after 10 or 15 minutes or so of licking and sucking on her clit. My jaw and mouth hurt and my tongue seemed to have no strength when I licked her. I had no pussy licking stamina apparently.

Still after all that tongue action, no orgasm. Finally, after I was about to give up, she groaned loudly and told me to lick faster.

“Ohhhh…that’s it,” she howled. “Stay there. Stay right there…oohhhhhhh…that feels so good, baby.”

A few moments later, she gently nudged my head away from her cunt and thanked me.

“I take a long time to cum,” she said.

No kidding?

“My husband is not patient with me. He won’t play with my pussy for a long time.”

“I don’t mind. I loved it.”

I lied to her. Actually, I realized I needed to eat pussy more. I wondered if there were some exercises I could do to improve my tongue staying power. Was there a pussy-licking workout I could do? Improve your tongue skills in just minutes a day. I could see the ad now.

“You are so hot,” I told her.

She smiled and appeared embarrassed from my compliment like earlier.

“No. You’re the hot one. You have such a big cock,” she said. “Lay back. I want to suck on it. I could use the practice.”

Victoria didn’t need the practice. She knew exactly what she was doing as she aggressively sucked on my cock and squeezed and stroked my balls.

“Ohh…I get so hot when I suck your cock,” she said between mouthfuls of my surging member.
I reached over and felt her wetness. I finger fucked her as she worked on my cock.

The room was dark except the light from the TV that was showing some Spanish station. I hadn’t even noticed that she had switched it on. The sound was turned all the way down. She must have turned the TV on when I was in the bathroom. Watching her head bob up and down on my cock in the flickering TV light got me extremely horny. It was so fucking nasty to think of my cock in a married woman’s mouth. Breaking taboos only fueled my desire. I felt so wild and reckless. I was breaking society’s rules and I reveled in it, and even more than that, I savored it.

OK. I admit that this is starting to sound like bad narration in a porno movie, but bear with me. There is a seminal porno movie called “Taboo” after all. The acting was bad, but the sex was good even if the plot centered on incest. This is my own version of that movie I guess, except Victoria isn’t my mother and this wasn’t incest. Still, it was adultery and we were still shattering taboos in the eyes of so called decent society.

In fact, she was too skilled of a cocksucker as I felt the mad rush of orgasm start rising up in my balls. I wanted to fuck her, but it felt too good to ask her to stop. I also secretly wanted her to swallow my cum. My cum would be on her breath when she went home later tonight to sleep next to her husband. With that thought, I rubbed her head and told her to keep sucking me. Not long after, as she sucked on me for dear life, I released my lust and fire into her waiting mouth. She never flinched and she took it all. Then I crashed on to the rocks of post-cum depression and I felt empty and drained as I always did following my lusty surges.

As I lay back on the bed wondering where my lust had gone, Victoria went to the bathroom to clean up. Somebody needs to invent a pill to eliminate the dead cock zone feeling men experience after cumming. Not even Viagra will do that. Whoever invents a pill like that would make a fortune. They couldn’t keep it in stock. I think it would even outsell Viagra. I could imagine the advertising campaign. No more “Post Orgasm Depression! Do you feel tired and worn out after you make love? Well, now Prolong will keep you and your lover satisfied all night long.”

I had no such luck. I had to ignore my strong urge of wanting to leave as I was tired and drained and doubtful if I could get hard enough to fuck her for the rest of the night. I knew I was just experiencing the lust drain that has always frustrated me. I can’t count how many times I shut off a porno after watching only a few minutes of it because I had just cum and felt ridiculous and suddenly uninterested in anything to do with sex. Only moments before I would feel on fire with lust and felt like I could jack off for days. Then the inevitable crash would follow. When you’re with a woman, it is worse. Women can go all night and not all of them understand that it takes time to reload. Sometimes after an intense orgasm like one I experienced with Victoria it feels like I’ll never have sex again.

I hoped I wouldn’t be down for too long. I didn’t know what we really had to talk about. She came out of the bathroom a few minutes later and plopped on the bed next to me. She kissed me and thanked me for letting her suck my cock.
I laughed.

“You can do it anytime you like.”

“Mmm…I just might have to. You are so hot.”

She giggled and kissed me again.

We kissed and messed around for a few minutes, but still I wasn’t ready yet.

“I need to rest for a little while,” I said.

“Ohhh I thought you could go all night,” she teased.

I laughed too and kissed her.

“Well, I’ll try…to be your fuck stud, baby.”

“Oh…I was just teasing.”

“I know.”

Our down time wasn’t as uncomfortable as I thought it would be. We at least had one thing in common – our casual sex experiences. She snuggled up next to me and we talked about our fuck date adventures.

“Have you met a lot of other women?” she asked.

It was a question I expected. It is a double-edged sword. If I said that I had fucked around a lot, then she might not feel special and could think she was just another quick fuck for me. So then she might not let loose as much as I would like. If I said I hadn’t met too many women, then she might feel special, and become even naughtier. Yet again she might also worry that I didn’t have as much sexual experience to handle her.

All of this junk was going through my head and I just wanted to get laid. Damn. This was becoming too much work and too much like relationship sex.

I opted for the middle ground and told her I had met a few women and had some good experiences. She seemed satisfied with that.

Then I asked her the same question and was not ready for her response. She put me to shame. I am not sure, but it sounded like she had fucked most of the men on the Fun on the Side site and then some.

One of her stories about a limp dicked Texan made me feel particularly uncomfortable. He was from San Antonio and flew down here to meet her. They had corresponded on the Fun on the Side site for several months before actually meeting. He had come out here for a basketball playoff game between the San Antonio Spurs and Los Angeles Lakers, and was looking for some post-game recreation. Apparently, he wasn’t up for their sexual games. She said he had trouble maintaining an erection long enough to fuck her. She sucked him hard, but he would lose his erection when it was time for fucking. I still had not fucked her yet so I was beginning to feel self-conscious. I knew I had my Viagra advantage, but you never know. What if it didn’t work? What if I was given a bad batch or a placebo?

“All I could do was suck him off,” she said. “He couldn’t fuck me and he didn’t like to eat pussy either. I felt like I was with my husband. He didn’t tell me he had this problem.”

“Did you expect him to?” I asked. “Would you have met him if you had known?”

“No…but even after he went home he kept e-mailing me. He wants to meet again.”

“Did you answer him?”

“No…I don’t want to see him again.”

Her tale of the Texan’s impotency put a damper on things for me, but I tried not to show it. I was just hoping the Viagra would kick in soon and that I could fuck her and consummate this fuck date. If I don’t fuck her, then it is not a real sex date in my mind. I was putting too much pressure on myself again. I remained soft as I listened to her tell me about her other Fun on the Side lovers. One is an actor from Beverly Hills that she described as beautiful.

“I have never been with anyone that good looking,” she said. “I think he’s an actor.”

Of course that was hardly a boost to my confidence and ego, but I didn’t take offense. She seemed oblivious that anything she said could hurt my feelings.

Another one of her lovers is a Latin man from Norwalk who can’t stop seeing her even though he is engaged to be married.

“He says he will stop seeing me after he is married, but I doubt it. He really likes fucking me.”

Then there was an old fool from Bel Air who would only fuck Victoria in his Cadillac.

“He never wants to get a motel room. I think he is cheap,” she said.

She also talked about a young Asian guy from Riverside who knew how to give her multiple orgasms with his tongue.

“No one had ever done that to me before. He has a real good tongue. He knows how to keep it hard and flick it really fast on my clit.”

After my troubles with her clit, that story hit too close to home. I had made her cum following a great deal of effort, but this bitch had no qualms about telling me about some guy who had done it better. I didn’t sense any malice in her telling me these stories, but that didn’t matter. I guess she just doesn’t realize how fragile the male ego is. I was briefly annoyed and didn’t know if I could listen to anymore. I took it as a challenge though. I was determined to fuck her more than ever. My swinging pride, what was left of it, was at stake.

I kissed her aggressively and started rubbing my body against hers.

“Mmm…you want to fuck me?” she said giggling and stroking my half hard cock.

I felt a sudden Viagra surge and was standing at attention like some frisky young stud. She pulled my cock inside of her pussy, bare backed with no rubber. I didn’t stop her. I just wanted to fuck. She wasn’t very tight, though. Her two kids had stretched out her pussy too much I guess. Or maybe she really needed to spend some more time at the gym working on her body and less time getting her pussy worked.

I tried to focus on her as the fulfillment of my long time Asian fantasy, but she really wasn’t hot enough for me to lose myself in fantasy. Not that I didn’t enjoy her. She really did like to fuck and her aggressiveness impressed me.

“Can you fuck me all night?” she asked at one point.

“Sure,” I said.

What else was I supposed to say? Maybe it is wishful thinking for most guys even when we take Viagra, but to admit anything else would shatter our image as swinging fuck studs. You can’t show weakness in front of a woman especially during a fuck date. You have to try to fuck all night or at least until your cock is too sore to continue or she is too sore to go on. The former is usually the case. My cock or my balls usually give out before a woman’s cunt does.

So I rammed Victoria’s married cunt hard just reveling in my continued erection.

“Oh…you’re so hard. You stay so hard,” she said a number of times.

If she only knew it was a chemical hard-on. I let her believe the illusion that it was only her womanly charms that stoked the fires of my hungry long lasting hardness.

So I fucked her every which way I could think of, except anal. Actually, she told me earlier that the Riverside Asian guy fucked her ass wearing a rubber, and that she enjoyed it, but it was not something she did very often.

“You have to take your time with me if you do that,” she said. “I have a very small ass. It takes a lot of work to get a cock inside of it.”

“Maybe we’ll do it some other time,” I said.

I love anal, but I didn’t want to take the time to get into her ass. Her pussy was good enough for now.
Her favorite was from behind. She laid flat on her stomach and I rested flat on her back and ass and slid my cock into her cunt from behind. I didn’t mind because her cunt seemed tighter that way and Icould reach down and kiss her and talk dirty as I fucked her.

“I am fucking your cunt so hard, baby… I want to fuck you like your husband never fucks you…I’ll take good care of your cunt…baby,” I told her.

I was talking crazy like I always do during sex and she loved it. The dirtier I talked the louder she moaned and the more she seemed to get into it. She especially responded to my dirty talk about how her husband neglects her pussy.

“Oh yes…baby…fuck me hard baby… Fuck me harder than my husband, baby…” she groaned.

Finally, when I was about to collapse from exhaustion, I pulled out of her cunt and came all over her ass. She looked up and smiled, but still seemed a little disappointed. After all that fucking and still she was insatiable.

“You’re a hot one … but I guess no one can keep up with me,” she said sighing and then laughing nervously. “I can fuck all night. Can you fuck all night?”

“Well…I can try,” I responded.

What could I say to that? Viagra or no Viagra, I had limits. Usually three orgasms was my limit. Then anything after that was too painful. I still had one more orgasm in me for the night. She would have to wait a while though.

Although, Victoria said she enjoyed how I fucked her, she admitted that she didn’t cum and rarely does during intercourse.

“Only licking works for me,” she said.

I thought I was done for the night, but Victoria was not ready to go home yet.

“We still have a couple of hours,” she said. “You can take me home around midnight.”

It was long past midnight for my cock, but I didn’t tell her that.

Unfortunately, we had more down time than I was comfortable with. During my second dead cock period of the evening, we talked about her husband not being suspicious even though she recklessly seemed to be trying to fuck as many men as possible.

“He’s always asleep when the men call and I have a private e-mail account that he doesn’t have access to,” Victoria explained.

“Well…he must think you’re obsessed with fitness with all the times you go to the gym.”

“I don’t fuck every time I tell him I’m going to the gym. Most of the time I really do go. But sometimes…”

After a few minutes more of talking, Victoria grew restless and went down on me again. I was sore, but apparently there was still some glimmer of life left in my cock. I guess the Viagra hadn’t completely worn off. She had no trouble sucking me hard and I fucked her one more time for the night. She rode me for the longest time, but still I couldn’t cum. Victoria couldn’t get enough. She truly was a hot fuck. Just too bad her cunt wasn’t as tight as the Asian pussy I had always dreamed about, but I couldn’t complain. She is a hot married fuck. A fantasy I want to experience again and again.

At the end of our fuck date, I felt tired but elated as I drove her back to her car in the Bally parking lot. She kept gazing over at me and saying how hot I was. I returned the compliment, but she wouldn’t hear of it.

“No…you’re the one that is hot,” she said.

I must admit it was an ego boost. I was just glad she enjoyed herself and I was able to perform as I had promised in my e-mails.

“I am really attracted to you,” she said and then she kissed me good night on the lips. “We’ll have to do this again soon.”

“Sure…I’d like that. I’ll call you soon,” I said.

I was still in a sex daze as I watched her drive away. I had done it. I had fucked another man’s wife in an adulterous liaison and thoroughly enjoyed myself. I felt good on the drive home to Long Beach. I had no feelings of guilt or shame. Fuck her husband. He wasn’t taking care of her pussy. Maybe he never could or he grew bored with her. I felt enthralled by what we had done. I didn’t care if our affair was considered wrong in the eyes of society. Fuck the blue noses. I want to see her again. There is no doubt about that. I don’t jump out of planes, climb mountains or race cars. This is how I want to live dangerously: fucking another man’s wife.

October 11

I didn’t expect to hear from Victoria for a while, but she e-mailed me the next day. Apparently, I had cracked her list of memorable fucks or maybe she was just horny.

TO: LBSWING69@forbiddenlust.com
FROM: VICTORIA-QT@funontheside.com
RE: YOU ARE SO HOT…

Hi Lover Jake,

You are so hot. Just thinking about you gets me wet. Last night I lay in bed and thought of you and I still wanted more. My husband was sleeping (as usual) so I had to play with myself.
I can’t wait to suck your hard cock and fuck you good again! Maybe we can meet again next week. I’ll let you know when I can get away.

I can’t wait to fire up your passion all over again.

Hugs and kisses,
Victoria

I got hard just from reading her e-mail. So I decided that I needed to fire her up as well with a naughty response.

TO: VICTORIA-QT@funontheside.com
FROM: LBSWING69@forbiddenlust.com
RE: Victoria’s Secret: The Sweetest Taboo

Hi Sexy Victoria,

You truly are the sweetest taboo…
So sexy and wild…
You wore me out…

I so enjoyed fucking you long and hard…feeling erotic fire build up inside of you as my cock plunged into your sweetness.

Your wet fire engulfed me in endless pleasure.

Mmm… it was so hot finding the wild woman underneath your calm and shy demeanor. You get me so hot and hard. Right now I am throbbing just thinking about entering your tight pussy and kissing your hot lips…

I would love to get together again soon.

Let me know when you are available again to meet.

Erotically craving you,
Jake

October 13

I received an e-mail reply from Victoria today saying she wanted to see me again, but that I will have to wait a week or two. She and her family are going on a religious retreat. Talk about living a double life.

TO: LBSWING69@forbiddenlust.com
FROM: VICTORIA-QT@funontheside.com
RE: I AM GOING OUT OF TOWN…

Dear Sexy Jake,

I am craving you too, but I am going out of town this weekend on a religious retreat up North in Carpinteria. It is nearby Santa Barbara. We were invited by our church friends. Should be a long weekend. I will be thinking about your tongue around my pussy lips and having your throbbing hard cock pounding vigorously inside my wet cunt. I get so horny thinking about it right now.
Have a good weekend and I’ll call you next week about when we can get together again.

Hugs and Kisses,
Victoria

October 14

Today I read about a ridiculous survey taken in England claiming that married women enjoy the best sex. Two-thirds of married women surveyed said the best sex they’ve ever had is with their husbands. What a PR spin job. How ridiculous. Obviously, they hadn’t included married women like Victoria in their stupid survey. In fact, the whole Fun on the Side Web site and similar sites is a phenomenon that flies in the face of the lame survey’s findings. It is just another attempt by married society to defend their restrictive and pathetic sex lives. It is what society wants us to believe is the truth about married sex. In this country anyway, there is a much darker truth that we are only beginning to face. That monogamy and married sex are hardly what they are cracked up to be.

October 17

Another boring weekend of no pussy. I was online most of the weekend, but I couldn’t hook up. I want to have two or three lovers so I could fuck almost every weekend or every other weekend, but I can never seem to swing it, so to speak.

Well, at least I still have Victoria. I sent her a reply today. I am confident this wasn’t a one cum deal. She still sounded interested in her last e-mail, but you never know.

TO: VICTORIA-QT@funontheside.com
FROM: LBSWING69@forbiddenlust.com
RE: HI…SEXY LADY

Hi Sexy Victoria,

How are you? How was your vacation with the Bible thumpers?

I bet you were thinking about another kind of thumping…

I would love to get together with you again soon. I am hungry for your sweet wet fire. I want to lick you and suck on your clit until you burn with desire…then I want to fuck you for hours…
You get me so hot and hard. Right now I am throbbing and thinking about entering your tight pussy and kissing your sweet lips.

Let me know when you are available again to meet.

Erotically craving you,
Jake

October 18

Last night I had a strange and disturbing dream about Victoria. In my dream, I was fucking Victoria at the Comfort Inn. Suddenly, a man dressed in dirty work clothes burst into the room and pointed a huge gun at us. It looked like something out of the movie “Dirty Harry.”

“You fucking bitch,” the man screamed. “This is what you’ve been doing at night when I am asleep.” Victoria’s head snapped back from a gunshot and blood starting spurting from her head. She fell back on the bed screaming, and then her husband turned the gun on me.

“You fucker,” he growled.

I tried to move away bracing for the blow when I woke up in a panic.

I had a difficult time going back to sleep. It was just a dream, or was it? Was it some sort of premonition? I was fucking another man’s wife without his knowledge. Anything could happen. You never know. It was a stupid risk that could cost me my life. I had to think this through. Maybe I should just cut my losses. There were other women out there without any marital baggage. I had broken my swinger’s code and I didn’t want to die for it. No pussy was worth that.

October 19

Victoria sent me a naughty e-mail today and I am not sure if I should respond.

TO: LBSWING69@forbiddenlust.com
FROM: VICTORIA-QT@funontheside.com
RE: I AM SO HORNY FOR YOU

Hi babe,

All weekend I thought about having your hard throbbing cock in my mouth and pussy. I am so horny for you. It was a long retreat. I had such a hard time concentrating on all the religious discussions. I thought my husband might notice, but he didn’t.

Let’s meet again soon. I want to explore my wild side with you again.

Kisses,
Victoria

When a woman you find attractive sends an e-mail seeking sex, you are supposed feel elated, but all I feel is dread. I still can’t shake off that dream from the other night. Something like that could happen. What if we are not careful one of these times and her husband follows us to the Comfort Inn? I want to fuck. I don’t want to fight for my life. There have to be other women out there without any husband baggage. Meeting Victoria seems a riskier venture now.

October 22

Victoria is starting to wonder where I am. She sent another e-mail today asking me if everything was O.k. and if I was still interested. I didn’t reply to this e-mail either.

October 26

My resolve is slipping. I need to get laid, but I am still having no luck finding anyone else. My other Internet searches have come up dry. I don’t know if I can hold out much longer. I think I overreacted about Victoria. She has fucked many other men and none of them have had to deal with her husband.

October 27

Victoria is tempting me with sexy e-mails. She wrote a hot one today:

TO: LBSWING69@forbiddenlust.com
FROM: VICTORIA-QT@funontheside.com
RE: FUCK ME ALL NIGHT, BABE

Hi babe,

Where are you? I want to fuck you, babe. I love how hard your cock stays inside of me. Last night my husband fucked me and was done too fast. I need long fucking.

I can get away this Friday. Let’s play at the Comfort Inn again.

Kisses,
Victoria

October 28

I can’t hold out any longer. I couldn’t resist and e-mailed Victoria for a fuck meeting. I need to get laid. Fuck the consequences.

TO: VICTORIA-QT@funontheside.com
FROM: LBSWING69@forbiddenlust.com
RE: I am throbbing with hot hunger for your wet fire…

Hi sexy Victoria,

Sorry. I’ve been busy or I would have e-mailed sooner.

I can’t wait to feel your wild fire again. You can set me on fire as much as you like. I am throbbing for your tight wet cunt. I need to kiss your sweet lips and lick and taste your sweet nectar. I am so hungry for your erotic touch. More than I can say.

Why don’t you meet me at the Comfort Inn parking lot around 7 p.m. on Friday night? I’ll get us a room and call you with the room number so when you arrive we won’t have to waste any time before exploring our wild needs. I am counting the minutes until I can experience your wild side and cum hard for you again sweet lover.

Throbbing so hard for you,
Jake

She responded the same day, which is not typical for Victoria. She must really need it.

TO: LBSWING69@forbiddenlust.com
FROM: VICTORIA-QT@funontheside.com
RE: FUCK ME AT THE COMFORT INN…

Hi babe,

I thought for a little while you didn’t want to see me anymore. I can’t keep from thinking of your hard cock pounding deep in my wet cunt. I am so wet right now thinking about it.

Perhaps we can meet in the Comfort Inn parking lot like you said. I’m more comfortable leaving my car in the hotel parking lot rather than at the Bally parking lot anyway.

Anyway, leave me a message on my cell if you need to cancel. I have to leave it off all day as my hubby is with me the whole time until I can get away to see you. I can’t be there until at least 7 p.m. You already know that I am probably going to be late, but I will be there. I can’t wait to see you again. See you soon babe!!

Warmly,
Victoria

TO: VICTORIA-QT@funontheside.com
FROM: LBSWING69@forbiddenlust.com
RE: I am craving your wild side…

Hi sexy Victoria,

We’ll meet anywhere you want as long as I can get naked with you again. I want to feel your wild side ignite, while my cock is pounding deep inside your wet passion.

Oh, my naughty Filipina, I want you so.

I need to lick your sweet cunt and taste your desire. I am craving your sweet pussy lips, your erotic smile and your sensual ways.

Call me or e-mail me if you can’t meet on Friday. Just a couple more days and we will be in each other’s arms again.

Erotically craving your naughty ways,
Jake

It was too late to go back now. Fuck my nightmare. I am just being paranoid. She wants me and I am horny. I can’t resist fucking her even though I know it is basically wrong and dishonest. I am starting to believe that that is a lot of the attraction for me.

November 2

I woke up this morning extremely horny for Victoria. It took a lot effort, but I resisted whacking off. I never like to masturbate before the night of a fuck date. I need all the lusty help I can get.

I am not nervous as I was before our first fuck date. I know what to expect now. I have no guilt anymore either. I am not married, she is. If her husband took care of her pussy, I wouldn’t have to. That’s how I justified it to myself. Fuck him. I don’t care. Yet a part of me knew I was just excusing away my bad behavior, but I was going through with it anyway. Committing adultery gives me such a strange perverse erotic thrill. Not really sure why.

Victoria sent me a short e-mail in the early afternoon confirming our fuck date. Around 6 p.m., I went and got the room and left her a voice mail with the room number.

She kept me waiting for a while. At around 7:30 p.m., I got concerned. I checked my home answering machine and Victoria had left me a message about how she might not be there until 8 or even 9 p.m. She had gone to Magic Mountain with her family and they were late getting home. She added that she would sneak away after fixing dinner for her family. I left her another message on her voice mail telling her to come when she could. It was all very messy and risky.

I had brought nothing to read and there was nothing I wanted to watch on TV. I tried to see if there was a porno I could order, but they didn’t have any adult channels available at this particular Comfort Inn. What kind of comfort is this? I couldn’t get porno in L.A.? Pretty ridiculous. This isn’t Wichita or something. I needed to watch a porno to calm my nerves and keep me focused on why I was here, for sex. Or as Tom Petty sang, the waiting is the hardest part. I hate it. Waiting for pussy is the worst. Especially if you start thinking about how you are going to get your part…hard. I had Viagra in reserve, of course. I wouldn’t take it though until she arrived. Still, I can’t help but wonder if I am becoming a Viagra addict. Is there such a thing as a Viagra addict? Can I fuck without chemicals? The alternative could be a frustrating night of impotency, which I couldn’t bear again. Yet I don’t want to become fuck pill dependent. A pill popper to pop a boner? I hope not.

Fortunately, I had brought along some wine and a six-pack of Corona beer to ease my worried mind. After downing a couple of Coronas and a glass of wine, I was still waiting for her, but I was no longer restless. The alcohol had taken the edge off and I was feeling loose and horny again.

Finally, around 9 p.m., I went to check the hotel parking lot for the twentieth time and I saw her drive up in her blue Saturn. I was relieved. I didn’t think I could wait much longer. I rushed into the bathroom and downed a Viagra with some beer before going outside to meet her in the parking lot.
She apologized for being late saying she had a hard time shaking off her husband. He wanted to fuck her. Maybe he sensed something was going on. Oh well. She no doubt would have stayed if he could fuck worth a damn.

Victoria was wearing the same sexy short dress and white stockings she wore for our first fuck date. This time she looked sexier though. Maybe I was just hornier this time. Still, I wondered how she explained her outfit to her husband. You usually don’t dress up to go workout at the gym. I didn’t want to dwell on it. I wasn’t going to worry about her husband anymore. I wanted to focus only on pleasing her.

“He kept begging me to stay home with him, but I told him I had to work out. It has been a while. I could use a good workout,” she said, smiling and winking at me.

“Me too,” I said. “I didn’t think you were going to make it.”

“Let’s go up to the room,” she said abruptly taking me by the hand. “I can’t wait to touch you. I’ve been thinking about your cock all day. I can’t wait to get my mouth on it.”

When we were alone in the room, she kissed me aggressively and rubbed her hands on my crotch.

“I want you,” she said. “Take off your pants. I am so horny. I was walking around Magic Mountain all day thinking about riding your cock.”

She was so much wilder and open sexually than during our first meeting. I was a bit surprised, but her aggressiveness excited me.

Victoria sat on the bed and reached up and unbuckled my pants. She pulled down my boxer shorts and starting stroking my cock which was already hard. This was not the Viagra. This was all Victoria. She took me in her mouth and sucked on me. As I watched her suck my cock, I told Victoria how hot and sexy she was. She moaned and sucked on me harder. I thought I was going to cum right away, but it was a false alarm. I had what is commonly known as a dry cum. I had an orgasm but didn’t ejaculate. It was a rare occurrence (and not one I planned) but when it happens, I can’t cum for the longest time, even if I want to.

I tried to play with her cunt as she sucked on me but she had too many clothes on. She was wearing thick underwear and panty hose, which I unsuccessfully tried to remove.

“Just a second,” she said, stopping for a few moments to remove all of her clothes.

I took the opportunity to put the focus back on her pleasure. I sucked on her nipples and felt her wet cunt with my fingers. This bitch is always wet it seems. Soon another marathon tongue cunt licking session followed. I figured I needed to work up my tongue stamina, but it was just like our first session, and she again couldn’t cum for the longest time.

Just when I was about to give up, she began shouting, “Stay there…stay right there…don’t move your tongue…stay right there!”

I licked faster and faster hoping that would help, but it seemed like she lost that feeling for a moment and fell silent. So I slowed down my tongue action and focused my attention on the soft tissue underneath her clitoral hood and soon she was howling again with pleasure begging me not to stop sounding like a wild hyena laughing. Then it was over just like that as she abruptly pushed my head away and put her hands around her cunt in a protective manner.

“I get too sensitive after I cum,” she said. “I could only cum once…”

Then perhaps sensing she was too abrupt in her manner, she hugged and kissed me.

“Thank you, babe…Mmm… you’re getting better,” she said. “Have you been practicing?”

A backhanded compliment if I ever heard one. She could be really sweet, but then she could say things that really annoyed me. I think she did it on purpose. Maybe it was her way to put me in my place. It could be something she didn’t have the guts to do to her husband. I was just a hard cock to her. She didn’t have to care if she hurt my feelings, as I meant nothing emotionally to her.
I was determined not to let her attitude bother me. I was going to fuck her hard and take my frustrations out on her pussy. Before she left, I was determined that her cunt would be sore from my hard fucking. Honestly, at this point, I didn’t really care what she thought. She was a just a cunt to fuck to me.

She kissed me hungrily, stroked my cock and took me into her mouth again. I felt an instant blue pill surge. It was a chemical form of time travel as I stood at attention like a young teenage stud. Who says a man has reached his sexual peak at 17? Not anymore. Through a prescription or the Internet, you can recover your sexual youth for a few hours. Damn. Now they have a fuck pill that will work over a period of 36 hours so anytime you want to fuck, you are ready to go. What will modern medicine think of next? We still can’t cure cancer or AIDS, but we have impotency licked, that is for sure. O.k., maybe Viagra or the other impotency drugs are a kind of a cheat, but what the fuck. There is nothing wrong with a little erection insurance. It’s still my cock and I still have to know how to use it. No one teaches you how to fuck. There’s no manual that comes with your cock. Like with anything else, you get better with practice.

When I couldn’t take anymore of her mouth, I pushed her back on the bed and slid into her wet cunt without too much trouble.

“Don’t you want to use a rubber?” Victoria asked me as I pounded her cunt. “You might cum inside of me.”

“No…that’s O.k. I’ll pull out like last time. I don’t want to stop.”

I knew the risks. You could still impregnate a woman even using the pull out method. Some semen still escaped before one came, but it was still a long shot. And anyway, it felt too good to stop and mess around with a fucking rubber.

I gave her a good fucking and lasted a lot longer than I thought I would, considering how pent up I was. She kept marveling at how hard I was as I penetrated her from behind and later when she rode me. I just smiled at her and thought, If you only knew bitch. I am your chemical stud. A playboy in a bottle. I am modern medicine’s fuck stud. I was relentless, and the harder I thrusted inside of her, the more she loved it.

“Oh…baby…you are so hard,” she groaned over and over as I pierced every inch of her cunt. “My husband never stays hard like that. Oh my God baby. Fuck me…babe…fuck me.”

Then I went into what I like to call a “fuck fever.” It is a feverish passionate rant of dirty talk. This one had an adulterous theme similar to how I talked nasty to her during our first fuck date.

“I want to fuck you like your husband never does… He can take care of your security and I’ll take care of your cunt… That’s my cunt isn’t, baby? That’s my tight cunt…you have a neglected cunt and I want to fuck it good… baby…I want to fuck you hard and deep… and take good care of your cunt… You’re my married fuck slut…aren’t you? You are my cunt slut…my hot Filipina cunt slut…”

The dirtier and wilder I talked, the more she responded with loud moans and passionate kisses.

“You fuck me so good,” she said looking at me with pure desire. “You last so long.”

I smiled and remembered a scene from the Stanley Kubrick film “Full Metal Jacket”, where a Vietnamese prostitute tries to solicit a couple of GIs.

“Me so horny. Me fuck you long time,” I said in a mocking voice.

She laughed and hugged me.

“You get me so hot.”

I resumed fucking her until a few minutes later when I finally came on her tiny little ass. She flashed a wicked smile and reached back with her hand and rubbed my cum all over her asshole and butt cheeks.

“That’s so good, baby,” she said moaning. “I love to feel your cum on me. I want more.”

“Well…give me a few minutes,” I said laughing and laying back on the bed drained and tired.

“Not too long,” she said giggling as she went to the bathroom to clean up.

I thought of her little ass dripping with my cum and wondered if she wanted to have anal sex. When she returned to the bed I decided to ask her. I craved anal sex with her, but I didn’t want to be too direct about it. Anal sex is a touchy subject for many women. Even those who were open to the idea were still reluctant to admit they wanted a cock in their ass.

“There was this guy named Henry who fucked me in the ass,” she said. “I told you about him. He was the one who could make me cum a lot of times with his tongue. The guy from Riverside. He was really good with my ass. He took his time and worked his way in so it didn’t hurt too much. You can fuck me in the ass, but you have to be really slow and careful. Do you want to fuck my ass? You can if you want.”

These were the words I longed to hear in my nastiest fantasies, but it didn’t feel as I thought it would. It seemed too much trouble. The real reason: I didn’t want to compete with someone else’s ass fucking skills. I didn’t tell her about how well other women had sucked my cock and fucked me. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings or make her feel she wasn’t special. Honestly, I really didn’t care if she fucked other men. She was married after all, but I didn’t want to hear all the down and dirty details of her extra marital affairs.

“Not right now,” I told her. “Maybe later.”

She smiled and said she wasn’t in the mood anyway.

So being bored and still feeling drained from cumming, I asked her about when she first started her extra marital sexual affairs.

“A couple years ago when one of my husband’s friends started flirting with me. He would call me at night and talk nasty to me,” Victoria recalled. “It kind of went from there. We would meet during the day at a motel in Downey. I felt guilty at first, but he was really good in bed and I couldn’t resist him. I had never been fucked like that before. He showed me how hot sex could be. It lasted for a while, but soon it got out of hand. He started to get attached to me and one time he told me he loved me so I had to break it off.”

“I know the feeling,” I told her. “Some people just don’t get casual sex.”

“Now, that I found out how hot sex is, I couldn’t stop seeing other men though,” she went on ignoring my comment. “I needed a lot more than my husband could give.”

She wasn’t kidding either. Victoria said at one time she was seeing five to six different guys a week. That was a lot of nights at the fucking gym.

Still, it gave me pause. I was risking a lot by fucking her pussy without a rubber. That was a lot of cock traffic. Her pussy was busier than the 405 freeway at rush hour. It was more than likely she had picked up a disease during her fucking. Maybe I already had caught a disease from this bitch and didn’t even know it yet. I tried not to worry as it would kill the mood for the night. I knew I should confront Victoria about her reckless sexual habits, but I kept my concerns to myself. I know I am being a timid fool and could pay for it later. It is pussy diplomacy with a probable high cost.

“Didn’t your husband get suspicious?” I finally asked her.

“No… but things were getting too wild and crazy. It was too much after a while,” she said. “I had to slow things down. If I kept that up, I knew he would find out.”

More than likely he probably already knew, but he didn’t want to face it. I mean come on. He never woke up late at night and wondered where his wife was? That doesn’t make sense unless he is a complete idiot.

I asked how she met her husband and she told me it was through a mail order bride service.

“We corresponded through the mail for a while. This was before the Internet. We exchanged photos and eventually he came to Manila to meet me,” she said. “After he came to visit me a couple times, I went back to America with him. I hated to leave my family, but I lived in a poor section of Manila and I had to get out of there. ”

Like many before her, Victoria experienced culture shock when she first arrived.

“Back home, we lived in a small dirty house. Right next to our home was pools of contaminated water. I got sick a lot,” she said. “Here I was living in a four room house that would be considered a mansion back home.”

However, after a couple of years she grew bored with her new life and husband and needed a more satisfying sex life. Her acclimation to American society was now complete as evidenced by her private pursuit of sexual happiness.

“I missed the thrill and excitement of fucking someone new,” she said.

Following the near disastrous affair with her husband’s friend, Victoria used the family computer for her Internet sex search and had no trouble finding willing men to take care of her sexual needs. It was easy and discreet for her. At least, it was for a while. Recently, one of her lovers fucked up and called her house earlier in the evening when her husband was awake. Victoria said her husband was on the other line for a moment and overheard the caller describe himself as one of the first guys Victoria had fucked after getting married. Victoria said at the time, that the caller was a friend from church and was just joking, but her husband didn’t believe it. He fumed for several days and accused her of cheating on him. She tried to deny it, but her husband refused to listen.

“I have to be more careful from now on,” she admitted. “I have to slow things down again. I can’t afford to lose my family. I love my children and I even love my husband. He just doesn’t know how to fuck me.”

I smiled at her, but I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want to hear about her fucking husband. She was making me feel guilty, and I didn’t want to feel bad. I wanted to fuck.

“You know I would never call your house like that,” I said. “I’ve been discreet haven’t I?”

“Of course,” she said. “I didn’t mean you. You’re hot. I want to keep seeing you.”

Perhaps sensing I was beginning to lose interest and would want to leave, she went down on my flaccid cock and revived the purpose of our hotel meeting. Still cruising on Viagra, I had no trouble getting hard enough to fuck her again.

As I rammed her hard, I went on another long rant about how I was fucking her neglected cunt like her husband never had. The more I touched on that theme of her husband’s pathetic sexual ways, the more turned on she became like before.

“Oh…baby. You fuck me better than my husband…oh baby…he can’t fuck me like you…” she groaned.

I ended our long fucking session by cumming on her belly, but still something was missing. It was as not quite as hot as it had been earlier. I had lost my enthusiasm despite my cumming again. Maybe I was tired. Even with my nasty talk, I knew I was simply going through the motions. Still, I doubt if she even noticed. I fucked her hard and long which is all she seemed to want. After all, she was married to a one minute man.

Yet when Victoria went into the bathroom to clean up I had a feeling we had reached the end of something. I didn’t really care except that I enjoyed her sexually and hated to lose that connection.
I had lost track of time and was surprised to find out it was after midnight. I had to get her home before her husband woke up and wondered why she was getting home so late from the gym.
I walked her to her car. The parking lot was dark and deserted. I looked at the hotel and wondered how many other adulterous couples had also spent the night here.

We kissed briefly and then she thanked me.

“I really enjoyed myself. Let’s get together again soon babe.”

“I enjoyed myself, too,” I said. “I’ll call you next week.”

As I watched her drive away a few moments later, I had a sinking feeling that I would never see her again.

November 9

It has been a week since my last meeting with Victoria and I still haven’t heard from her. I sent her an e-mail describing how much I enjoyed “fucking her tight pussy” and tasting her “sweet nectar,” but I have yet to receive a response, which I think is an indication something could be wrong. Or maybe she is just busy. She sent me sexy e-mails after our last encounter, but this time, nothing. I wondered if I had done anything wrong during our last fuck date, but I couldn’t think of anything. I was a fuck stud like she wanted. Maybe her husband is catching on though.

I sent her another e-mail today inquiring if she would like to get together again soon. I flattered her with descriptions of her “sexy ways and erotic imagination.” Still no word from her.

November 10

My worst suspicions were confirmed today. This is why I shouldn’t fuck married women. I received an e-mail from Victoria calling off our casual sex affair.

TO: LBSWING69@forbiddenlust.com
FROM: VICTORIA-QT@funontheside.com
RE: My HUSBAND…

Dear Jake,

Unfortunately, I won’t be able to see you anymore. My husband suspects I am seeing other men. It all started after that phone call from one of my former lovers. My husband confronted me again a few days ago about all my trips to the gym. He accused me of having an affair and he won’t leave me alone about it.

I need to slow things down again and focus on my marriage. I can’t play around anymore. I love my family too much to lose it.

I want to thank you for all the pleasure you gave me. You are very hot and I know there are a lot of other women out there you can explore with.

Good luck with your erotic journeys.

Thanks for everything,
Victoria

So just like that it was over. I sent her a response the same day.

TO: VICTORIA-QT@funontheside.com
FROM: LBSWING69@forbiddenlust.com
RE: Your HUSBAND…

Dear Victoria,

I will miss our erotic journeys…you really are a hot and sexy woman. I so enjoyed exploring your wild side, but I understand. You can’t risk your marriage and family over something like this.
Good luck with your marriage. I hope it works out. If you ever change your mind, and want to play some more, you’ve got my number.

Good luck,
Jake

I also left her a voice mail message on her cell phone extending the same offer, but I never heard from her. I have to admit that I was a little disappointed by her decision (I’ll miss her wet pussy mostly), but I was still somewhat relieved. Although the taboo nature of what we were during our encounters was a strong attraction for me, adultery carries with it serious risks. I didn’t want to break up someone’s unhappy home or get killed by some jealous husband. Swinging just seems more open and honest to me. No one gets hurt. There’s no sneaking around.

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Check out the Top 20 Amazon Kindle sales ranking list for Lazy Day Publishing’s books for this week.

Author Alta Hensley’s novel Traditional Love regained the No. 1 spot on the list after a week at No. 2. Her novel has topped the list 16 out of the last 18 weeks.

The erotica anthology Deep in the Heat of Texas by Alta Hensley, Melissa Hensley and Amy LeBlanc moved back into the the No. 2 spot.

A ‘Jeeper’ Wade’s  novel Refired cracked the top 5 again moving an impressive seven spots to No. 3.

Liz Borino’s  novel Expectations stayed at No. 4 while Ash Sterling’s novel A Pocketful of Spells jumped 12 spots to move into the No. 5 position.

George Pappas’ novel Monogamy Sucks finished at No. 6 followed by Ava Riley’s A Lifetime to Find Love at No. 7.

Rounding out the top 10 were Rae Spencer’s Beyond A Proposition, Amy LeBlanc’s Dark Rogue and Elaine Dyer’s Forever Summer at No. 8, 9, 10 respectively.

Also next week we will have a new addition to the list when Ava Riley’s sequel to A Lifetime to Find Love, Sacred Surrender, will be released on June 29.

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TOP 20 RANKED LAZY DAY PUBLISHING’S BOOKS ON AMAZON KINDLE

June 24, 2011

Sales Rankings out of more than 800,000 books in Kindle store

1.    TRADITIONAL LOVE, ALTA HENSLEY, #10,242 (released 12/1/10)

2.    DEEP IN THE HEAT OF TEXAS, ALTA HENSLEY, MELISSA ECKER, AMY LEBLANC, #20,671 (rel 2/14/11)

3.  REFIRED, A ‘JEEPER’ WADE, #32,913 (rel. 5/11/11)

4.    EXPECTATIONS, LIZ BORINO, #41,790 (rel. 12/1/10)

5.   A POCKETFUL OF SPELLS, ASH STERLING, #45,611 (rel. 12/1/10)

6.   MONOGAMY SUCKS, GEORGE PAPPAS #51,356 (rel. 12/1/10)

7.    A LIFETIME TO FIND LOVE, AVA RILEY, #54,428  (released 4/6/11)

8.   BEYOND A PROPOSITION, RAE SPENCER, #89,229 (rel. 4/20/11)

9.   DARK ROGUE, AMY LEBLANC, #92,650 (rel. 12/1/10)

10.    FOREVER SUMMER, ELAINE DYER, #95,205 (rel. 12/1/10)

11.  WHAT MONEY CAN’T BUY, LIZ BORINO, #101,421 (rel. 5/18/11)

12.    SEDUCTION OF HONEY, ASH STERLING, #111,609 (rel. 12/1/10)

13. FEED THE FIRE, MELISSSA ECKER, #121,712 (released 12/1/10)

14.   MINDSET, ELAINE DYER, #125,642 (rel 12/1/10)

15.   STEAM QUEEN, JACK HESSEY, #128,261 (rel. 12/1/10)

16.   MOUNT UP, MELISSA ECKER, #151,645 (rel. 12/1/10)

17.   PULL THE TRIGGER, MELISSA ECKER, #151,647 (rel. 12/1/10)

18.   PIETY AND MURDER, THOMAS DRINKARD, #180,768 (rel. 12/1/10)

19.   DREW IN BLUE, J.M. KELLEY, #191,309 (rel. 12/1/10)

20.  FINDING THE MISSING PIECES, ELAINE DYER, 211,002 (rel. 5/2/11)

* Please note that this list does not include rankings or sales from Amazon UK

List created by George Pappas, author of Monogamy Sucks

TOP 20 Ranked Lazy Day Publishing E-books On Kindle for 6/17

Starting this week I am creating a new Top 20 Amazon Kindle sales ranking list for Lazy Day Publishing’s books to give everyone a better idea which books are consistently selling well.

George Pappas’ novel Monogamy Sucks is Lazy Day Publishing’s top-selling author this week taking over the No. 1 for the first time since the list was created on February 25.

This was only the second time in the past 17 weeks that Alta Hensley’s novel Traditional Love has not been the list’s No. 1 book she finished at No. 2. Her novel has topped the list 15 out of the last 17 weeks.

The erotica anthology Deep in the Heat of Texas by Alta Hensley, Melissa Hensley and Amy LeBlanc maintained the No. 3 spot.

Liz Borino once again scored two novels in the top 10 with her novel Expectations at No. 4 and novel What Money Can’t Buy, the sequel to Expectations, at No. 8.

Ava Riley’s A Lifetime to Find Love moved back into the Top 5 at No. 5.

Elaine Dyer also placed two novels in the Top 10 with Mindset and Finding the Missing Pieces at No. 6 and No. 9 respectively.

Rae Spencer’s novel Beyond A Proposition stayed in the top 10 at No. 7.

A ‘Jeeper’ Wade’s  novel Refired also remained in the Top 10 at the No. 10 spot.

Once again, this is not a definitive list as it doesn’t include e-books sales from Barnes & Noble.com and other Internet retail sites.  You can also check out the Lazy Day Publishing site to see the full listing of its 26 releases.

I intend to update these Amazon sales rankings of Lazy Day authors every week to track how our books are doing. Please feel free to share these rankings on other blogs or on your own blogs and Web sites, and on Twitter and Facebook.

You should click on the links below and buy the books from all of these talent authors. You will love their work.

GP

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TOP 20 RANKED LAZY DAY PUBLISHING’S BOOKS ON AMAZON KINDLE

June 17, 2011

Sales Rankings out of more than 800,000 books in Kindle store

1.   MONOGAMY SUCKS, GEORGE PAPPAS #17,691 (rel. 12/1/10)

2.    TRADITIONAL LOVE, ALTA HENSLEY, #21,738 (released 12/1/10)

3.    DEEP IN THE HEAT OF TEXAS, ALTA HENSLEY, MELISSA ECKER, AMY LEBLANC, #23,049 (rel 2/14/11)

4.    EXPECTATIONS, LIZ BORINO, #35,433 (rel. 12/1/10)

5.    A LIFETIME TO FIND LOVE, AVA RILEY, #56,205  (released 4/6/11)

6.   MINDSET, ELAINE DYER, 57,410 (rel 12/1/10)

7.   BEYOND A PROPOSITION, RAE SPENCER, #58,559 (rel. 4/20/11)

8.  WHAT MONEY CAN’T BUY, LIZ BORINO, #58,615 (rel. 5/18/11)

9.  FINDING THE MISSING PIECES, ELAINE DYER, 63,979 (rel. 5/2/11)

10.  REFIRED, A ‘JEEPER’ WADE, #68,787  (rel. 5/11/11)

11.   DREW IN BLUE, J.M. KELLEY, #84,009 (rel. 12/1/10)

12.    FOREVER SUMMER, ELAINE DYER, #109,717 (rel. 12/1/10)

13.   PULL THE TRIGGER, MELISSA ECKER, #134,138 (rel. 12/1/10)

14.   MOUNT UP, MELISSA ECKER, #142,248 (rel. 12/1/10)

15. FEED THE FIRE, MELISSSA ECKER, #143,626 (released 12/1/10)

16.   DARK ROGUE, AMY LEBLANC, #154,102 (rel. 12/1/10)

17.   A POCKETFUL OF SPELLS, ASH STERLING, #147,128 (rel. 12/1/10)

18.   UNLIKELY LOVE, JOHNNY DRAGONA, #209,709 (rel. 12/1/10)

19.    SEDUCTION OF HONEY, ASH STERLING, #251,388 (rel. 12/1/10)

20.   PIETY AND MURDER, THOMAS DRINKARD, #301,293 (rel. 12/1/10)

* Please note that this list does not include rankings or sales from Amazon UK

List created by George Pappas, author of Monogamy Sucks

Today OC Register columnist Barbara Venezia features my writing journey and Novel “Monogamy Sucks”

I was an  avid reader of the Orange County Register   as a youngster growing up in Costa Mesa, Calif.

Now, things have gone full circle. Today OC Register columnist Barbara Venezia features my intriguing journey about how my novel Monogamy Sucks was published. It is a heady feeling to see my story covered in my hometown newspaper.

Barbara’s interview — which you can read right here – focuses not only on my novel, but how I used my blog and social media to finally achieve my dream of being a published author, and my thoughts about where the publishing industry is heading and the rise of e-books.

Please enjoy. This the 34th interview in support of my novel. Much more to come.

GP

Kindle Sales Rankings for Lazy Day Publishing’s e-books for 6/10

Check out the updated Amazon Kindle sales rankings for Lazy Day Publishing’s books through June 10.

Alta Hensley continued with her impressive run as Lazy Day Publishing’s top-selling author on Amazon Kindle for the sixth straight week with her novel Traditional Love. Her novel has topped the list 15 out of 16 weeks since the list was started on February 25.

A ‘Jeeper’ Wade’s  novel Refired jumped three spots to take over the No. 2 ranking.

The erotica anthology Deep in the Heat of Texas by Alta Hensley, Melissa Hensley and Amy LeBlanc finished in the No. 3 spot.

Liz Borino once again scored two novels in the top 10 with her novel Expectations at No. 4 and novel What Money Can’t Buy, the sequel to Expectations, at No. 7.

Rae Spencer’s novel Beyond A Proposition stayed in the top 5 at No. 5, while Ava Riley’s novel A Lifetime to Find Love finished at No. 6.

George Pappas’ novel Monogamy Sucks stayed in the top 10 at No. 8.

 Elaine Dyer’s Finding the Missing Pieces and Mindset rounded out the top 10 at No. 9 and No. 10 respectively.

Once again, this is not a definitive list as it doesn’t include e-books sales from Barnes & Noble.com and other Internet retail sites.

I intend to update these Amazon sales rankings of Lazy Day authors every week to track how our books are doing. Please feel free to share these rankings on other blogs or on your own blogs and Web sites, and on Twitter and Facebook.

You should click on the links below and buy the books from all of these talent authors. You will love their work.

GP

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AMAZON SALES RANKINGS FOR LAZY DAY PUBLISHING’S BOOKS

June 10, 2011

Sales Rankings out of more than 800,000 books in Kindle store

1.    TRADITIONAL LOVE, ALTA HENSLEY, RANKING #13,226 (released 12/1/10)

2.  REFIRED, A ‘JEEPER’ WADE #19,758  (rel. 5/11/11)

3.    DEEP IN THE HEAT OF TEXAS, ALTA HENSLEY, MELISSA ECKER, AMY LEBLANC, #21,649 (rel 2/14/11)

4.    EXPECTATIONS, LIZ BORINO, #25,839 (rel. 12/1/10)

5.   BEYOND A PROPOSITION, RAE SPENCER, #42,853 (rel. 4/20/11)

6.    A LIFETIME TO FIND LOVE, AVA RILEY, #52,649  (released 4/6/11)

7.  WHAT MONEY CAN’T BUY, LIZ BORINO #78,294 (rel. 5/18/11)

8.   MONOGAMY SUCKS, GEORGE PAPPAS #81,530 (rel. 12/1/10)

9.  FINDING THE MISSING PIECES, ELAINE DYER 87,970 (rel. 5/2/11)

10.   MINDSET, ELAINE DYER, #107,000 (rel 12/1/10)

11.    FOREVER SUMMER, ELAINE DYER #144,467 (rel. 12/1/10)

12.   DARK ROGUE, AMY LEBLANC, #162,160 (rel. 12/1/10)

13.   MOUNT UP, MELISSA ECKER, #180,584 (rel. 12/1/10)

14.   PULL THE TRIGGER, MELISSA ECKER, #194,165 (rel. 12/1/10)

15. FEED THE FIRE, MELISSSA ECKER, #198,050 (released 12/1/10)

16.   A POCKETFUL OF SPELLS, ASH STERLING, #213,705 (rel. 12/1/10)

17.    SEDUCTION OF HONEY, ASH STERLING, #220,575 (rel. 12/1/10)

18.   DREW IN BLUE, J.M. KELLEY, #252,421 (rel. 12/1/10)

19.   PIETY AND MURDER, THOMAS DRINKARD, #278,523 (rel. 12/1/10)

20.   THE SILVER CAGE, MIK WILKENS, #286,723 (rel. 12/1/10)

21.   STEAM QUEEN, JACK HESSEY, #281,899 (rel. 12/1/10)

22.   BY SUNSET, TY LANGSTON, #334,890 (rel. 12/1/10)

23.   DECEIT, W.C. HEWITT, #426,222 (rel. 12/1/10)

24.   UNLIKELY LOVE, JOHNNY DRAGONA, #469,154 (rel. 12/1/10)

25.    JERICHO’S WALLS, MICHAEL BRET HOOD, #480,277 (rel. 12/1/10)

26.    ON ANGELS WINGS, JACK HESSEY #484,193 (rel. 12/1/10)

* Please note that this list does not include rankings or sales from Amazon UK

List created by George Pappas, author of Monogamy Sucks

Blog Interview Tour for Monogamy Sucks continues on Authopublisher Blog

This week my blog tour for my novel Monogamy Sucks continued on the AuthoPublisher blog. I was interviewed by Ivin Viljoen who runs the blog. You can find him on Twitter as @Authopublisher. Ivin asked some intriguing questions about my novel, and my life and aspirations as a writer.

This is the 33rd interview of my Monogamy Sucks blog tour. Enjoy. More interviews to come.

GP

LUST IS GOOD: A View from the author of novel “Monogamy Sucks”

To revise a line from movie character Gordon Gekko from the great film “Wall Street“: LUST IS GOOD.

A lust for life, for sex, for pleasure, for passion, for achievement are beautiful qualities to possess.

Even a lust for money or power is fine as long as it doesn’t become an obsession or lead to abuses.

Sure, lust haunts us at times, and even leads us to do things that we might later reconsider, but should we always regret them?  Isn’t lust also a delicious part of life, too?

Just think of the hot lust that fuels a naughty sexual encounter. If no one is hurt by the ensuing erotic fun — meaning no cheating or lying is involved — how can that be a bad thing?

Isn’t that lack of spark or lusty excitement what bedevils long-term relationships and marriages? Things become routine or even boring and it becomes harder — no pun intended — to maintain or recreate that lusty thrill that once happened so easily.

This need for variety or to recapture our lusty erotic fires is what drive a growing number of people to stray from their relationships and from praying at the altar of monogamy — a forced societal institution if there ever was one — and to cheat on their spouses with another. Some couples decide to open up their relationships instead and explore the swinging lifestyle and invite others into their sexual lives.

Others claim that lust is an empty, purposeless feeling. I don’t believe that is true. Lust is at the root of all of our romantic relationships. We lust for companionship, we lust to be loved and to love, and we lust to find those we can share the important moments of our lives with. Along with all that, we of course, lust to consummate our relationships with lustful driven sex.

Lust for love is still lust is it not?

In my novel Monogamy Sucks, I write about my character Jake Dalmas’ frustration with fidelity, conventional relationships, but also his consuming lust for more sexual variety and excitement in his life.

Actually, it was my similar desire for new erotic adventures drove me to explore & research the swinging lifestyle, and to later write about it.

Erotica is one of the more popularity literary genres on Amazon Kindle and in the book industry overall. People love to read about sex, talk about sex and dream about sex. That is all fueled by a heathy dose of lust.

We all know lust drives the billion dollar a year porn business. Men also turn to call girls out of need for sex with no strings and complications. This same lustful need drove me to expand my sexual horizons. Swingers I’ve met also had a similar motivation to face up to their lusty needs and not pretend they don’t exist. Living a lie is empty — not lust.

Lust is everywhere and inspires a lot of our life decisions whether we want to admit it or not.

The following excerpt of chapter two of my novel is an interesting depiction of the nature of lust from the male perspective. Jake Dalmas is overcome by his horny desires, which leads him to contact almost every call girl listed in an L.A. sex rag with dubious results, and later to place his own ad seeking sex. This is the start of my character’s bizarre, humorous, but ultimately rewarding journey. I hope I have been able to describe effectively, and in a hilarious manner, just how bad lust can get for a man sometimes.

That being said, I’ll go back to how I started this post: Lust is good. It makes us feel alive.

GP

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CHAPTER 2

THE JOURNEY BEGINS: LUST IN THE WANT ADS

October 2

I am so horny tonight. It feels like cum is pushing against the back of my eyeballs and threatening to drip out of my ears.

    I haven’t been laid in more than a year since I dumped my former girlfriend Lani. At the time, it seemed like a good idea as she was driving me crazy with her whiny and clingy ways. I don’t know how I stayed with her for six months. That is a long time for me, and honestly she really wasn’t all that much to look at. She was a short and fat, dumpy looking woman in her late twenties with a large nose marred by an ugly wart. If that wasn’t bad enough, she has two bratty kids that did their best to annoy me.

    Still, it wasn’t all bad. Lani loved to fuck three or four times a night, especially after snorting cocaine and I have to admit, the sex was incredible. When she was high on coke, she became oblivious to everything but her cravings and desires. I was just a hard cock along for the ride. I realized after a while that she used sex to mask deep emotional problems rooted in a neglected childhood and later abusive relationships with former boyfriends.

    The more I pushed her away, the greater her sexual desire. Her sexual appetite bordered on addiction. Yet our strong physical connection wasn’t enough for her after a while. After five months of dating, she wanted to get married. I told her I wasn’t looking for a serious relationship and she flipped out. She clung to our relationship with a needy desperation, and there’s nothing sexy about neediness. I don’t care what anyone says. I felt suffocated and I finally broke it off with her. Frankly, I miss the sex, but I don’t miss her.

    Following our breakup, I hit the bars near my apartment in Long Beach’s Belmont Shore looking for sex. All I found was a hangover and a strong dose of sexual frustration. It has been the same most of my adult life. I have always been far too timid in the pursuit of women. I freeze up, and I still haven’t been able to completely shake off my shyness. In a bar setting, I am the guy a woman notices from across the room, but who almost never makes a move. I flirt with my eyes, but fail with weak small talk. This is my weakness. I have no gift of gab, and I need to get laid badly.

    This urge is starting to become an obsession with me. Almost every morning I wake up with a throbbing hard on and I have to jack off to get some kind of relief. It is getting worse. I haven’t been with a woman in so long I am starting to forget what it feels like. The porno movies don’t help. They give me a hungry sex fever that even masturbation can’t seem to quell. I tried to stop watching them, but I can’t resist. I guess jacking off to porn is better than no sex life at all. Pathetic. That’s how I feel.

    There has to be another way to meet women who just want to fuck. I usually meet women through work or through friends, but they all seem to want to entangle me in another frustrating relationship. I am so tired of all that bullshit. All I want is the sex of my dreams without the headache and stress. All I crave is no-strings fucking. Is that too much to ask for?

    Nothing excites me more than giving pleasure to a woman, and just exploring her desires and fantasies. However, I don’t want the same woman forever. That road for me unfortunately leads to boredom and unhappiness. There has to be another more exciting sex life out there for me.

    So earlier this afternoon, I bought an L.A. Express newspaper. It is one of those sex rags that are sold in old, rusty newspaper racks usually located in front of post offices or liquor stores. Typically, the cover of the news rack is so dirty that you can barely see what is in there except for a faded image of a scantily clad woman on the cover. I wanted to check out the nasty personal ads that were advertised on the front page of the rags. There are classifieds for everything from cars and apartments to computers and romance. Then there are the classifieds for sex, swinging in particular. I call them fuck ads. Sometimes fuck ads can be found in mainstream newspapers with the advertiser’s real intentions disguised in clever language. You just need to know how to read between the lines.

    Mostly though, sex ads are featured in swinger rags, alternative newspapers such as the Express or even the LA Weekly and now the Internet. The Express is crammed full of erotic ads soliciting 900 numbers and datelines. The headlines clamored for my sexual satisfaction with salacious invitations such as…

NAUGHTY NURSE WILL TAKE CARE OF YOUR ILLS…ASIAN BEAUTY SEEKS TO TAKE YOU ON AN EASTERN ADVENTURE…TAKE A SIP OF HENNESEY AND FEEL HOW I GO DOWN…FASTEN YOUR SEAT BELT, DANGEROUS CURVES AHEAD…TAWNY, NEW IN TOWN AND SHAVED…PLAYTIME IS OVER BOYS…LOOKING FOR SOME REAL MEN, CALL SUMMER…HOT LATINA IS YOUNG, NAÏVE AND EAGER TO PLEASE…DO YOU LIKE THE TASTE OF HOT CHOCOLATE? CALL TANISHA…

I realized finding these naughty women was one thing, but seducing them was something else. I needed to come up with a way to express my desires up front without offending the women I wanted to meet for sex.

After several glasses of wine, my sexual frustration got the best of me and I called almost every number in the magazine. Unfortunately, all I found were call girls.

    “In or out?” They would ask me.

    I thought it was obvious, but what they meant is should I go to their place or should they come to mine. It was strictly a money deal. The magazine was a front for prostitution. What a fucking let down. It was all fucking fake. I don’t want to have to pay for it as that takes all the fun out it for me. I want the person I fuck to WANT to be there. I don’t want our sex together to be her fucking job, as most of us hate our jobs. Why should it be any different with call girls?

    Even after all that, I still held out hope that the Express could be an effective sleazy vehicle to use for my initial foray into the tenuous world of casual sex. However, I decided I would have the horny women come to me. Later on that night, after I had sobered up a bit, I sent my own ad to the Express. A couple of days later, I got myself a second phone line so no one, not my family, friends or co-workers, would know what I was up to. I could only imagine the embarrassment if someone I knew saw my ad and recognized my phone number. My friends and co-workers would tease me endlessly. My family wouldn’t understand and would worry that something bad would happen to me. Discretion seems the better part of valor in this case. I also didn’t want anyone to know how truly desperate I am. I can’t hold out much longer. I need to be inside of a woman again soon.

    My ad went like this:

SEEKING HORNY WOMEN

Tall SWM 32 is seeking hot and wet horny women for erotic adventure. Age and race unimportant. Love to give pleasure to a woman. Love 69 and mutual satisfaction. Call Jake. 555-487-2023

My ad is hardly subtle and, O.k. I lied about my age, but at least I am upfront about what I am looking for. Pussy with no hassle. Sex with no bullshit. But would it fly with the ladies?

October 11

My ad has been in the Express for a week now and there has been absolutely no response. It’s depressing. I am starting to have mixed feelings about the whole thing.     Still, a part of me is also somewhat relieved. I really don’t know what I am going to do when someone calls. I am at war with my hormones. My need for pussy without strings is in conflict with my fear of rejection and my basically timid nature. I become extremely nervous when calling a woman I have met for a date. Yet this is different. This is a woman who I will be calling for sex. I will have to seduce her on the phone, and I am not sure if I really know what to say. I have overwhelming doubts that I can go through with this.

October 17

I ran my ad for a second week and finally got a response, Judy from Woodland Hills. She left her number on my answering machine and said she screened her calls because her ex-husband was harassing her. She sounded uptight and nervous. Her message didn’t exactly light a fire in me. I am hesitant to call her. I have thoughts of me fucking Judy and her husband stalking us and watching us have sex. Maybe he is even one of those psycho stalkers who will try to kill us out of jealousy. I read about them all the time in the news. Seems like a dicey situation. So with some reluctance (and pangs of horny doubt) I decided not to call her back. I need sex not drama. I am hardly off to a swinging start.

October 18

Things didn’t improve much the next day. I received what amounted to the first bad review of my ad. It came from a woman who left a snotty and hostile message on my answering machine saying my ad would only attract “fat and ugly women.” Was she an advertiser of the magazine? Or maybe a slighted call girl feeling cheated out of a potential customer?

    I have to admit her response has troubled me. Could she be right? Would I only find fat and ugly women? Was I wasting my time?

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Listen to my interview about Writing and novel “Monogamy Sucks” on John Rakestraw’s Blog Talk Radio Show

Today my blog interview tour continued on the Blog Talk Radio show of John Rakestraw. It is an intriguing interview as we discussed writing and my novel Monogamy Sucks. I met John on Twitter through his wife Toni Rakestraw, who interviewed me a while back for her blog, Unbridled Editor.

This is the 32nd interview of my tour. Listen to it here:

Monogamy Sucks interview on John Rakestraw\’s Blog Talk Radio Show

Enjoy. More to come.

GP

Kindle Sales Rankings for Lazy Day Publishing’s E-books for 6/3

Check out the updated Amazon Kindle sales rankings for Lazy Day Publishing’s books through June 3.

Alta Hensley continued with her phenomenal run as Lazy Day Publishing’s top-selling author on Amazon Kindle for the fifth straight week with her novel Traditional Love. Her novel has topped the list 14 out of 15 weeks since the list was started on February 25.

The erotica anthology Deep in the Heat of Texas by Alta Hensley, Melissa Hensley and Amy LeBlanc also maintained the No. 2 spot for the fifth week in a row.

Rae Spencer’s novel Beyond A Proposition moved a ranking into the No. 3 spot.

Liz Borino once again scored two novels in the top 10 with her novel Expectations at No. 4 and novel What Money Can’t Buy, the sequel to Expectations, at No. 9.

A ‘Jeeper’ Wade’s  novel Refired cracked the top 5 at No. 5, followed by George Pappas’ novel Monogamy Sucks at No. 6.

Ava Riley’s novel A Lifetime to Find Love, Elaine Dyer’s Mindset and Ash Sterling’s A Pocketful of Spells rounded out the top 10 at No. 7, 8, 10, respectively.

Once again, this is not a definitive list as it doesn’t include e-books sales from Barnes & Noble.com and other Internet retail sites.

I intend to update these Amazon sales rankings of Lazy Day authors every week to track how our books are doing. Please feel free to share these rankings on other blogs or on your own blogs and Web sites, and on Twitter and Facebook.

You should click on the links below and buy the books from all of these talent authors. You will love their work.

GP

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AMAZON SALES RANKINGS FOR LAZY DAY PUBLISHING’S BOOKS

June 3, 2011

Sales Rankings out of more than 800,000 books in Kindle store

1.    TRADITIONAL LOVE, ALTA HENSLEY, RANKING #11,124 (released 12/1/10)

2.    DEEP IN THE HEAT OF TEXAS, ALTA HENSLEY, MELISSA ECKER, AMY LEBLANC, #13,425 (rel 2/14/11)

3.   BEYOND A PROPOSITION, RAE SPENCER, #21,908 (rel. 4/20/11)

4.    EXPECTATIONS, LIZ BORINO, #27,622 (rel. 12/1/10)

5.   REFIRED, A ‘JEEPER’ WADE #29,549 (rel. 5/11/11)

6.   MONOGAMY SUCKS, GEORGE PAPPAS #43,301 (rel. 12/1/10)

7.    A LIFETIME TO FIND LOVE, AVA RILEY, #46,291  (released 4/6/11)

8.   MINDSET, ELAINE DYER, #51,793 (rel 12/1/10)

9. WHAT MONEY CAN’T BUY, LIZ BORINO, #69,993    (rel. 5/18/11)

10.   A POCKETFUL OF SPELLS, ASH STERLING, #113,929 (rel. 12/1/10)

11.  FEED THE FIRE, MELISSSA ECKER, #117.326 (released 12/1/10)

12.   MOUNT UP, MELISSA ECKER, #117,452 (rel. 12/1/10)

13.   PULL THE TRIGGER, MELISSA ECKER, #122,960(rel. 12/1/10)

14.   DREW IN BLUE, J.M. KELLEY, #125,286 (rel. 12/1/10)

15.    FOREVER SUMMER, ELAINE DYER #134,896 (rel. 12/1/10)

16.   DARK ROGUE, AMY LEBLANC, #139,524 (rel. 12/1/10)

17.    SEDUCTION OF HONEY, ASH STERLING, #162,652 (rel. 12/1/10)

18.  FINDING THE MISSING PIECES, ELAINE DYER 163,717 (rel. 5/2/11)

19.   STEAM QUEEN, JACK HESSEY, #252,675 (rel. 12/1/10)

20.   PIETY AND MURDER, THOMAS DRINKARD, #257,371 (rel. 12/1/10)

21.   THE SILVER CAGE, MIK WILKENS, #260,526 (rel. 12/1/10)

22.   BY SUNSET, TY LANGSTON, #315,890 (rel. 12/1/10)

23.   DECEIT, W.C. HEWITT, #420,896 (rel. 12/1/10)

24.   UNLIKELY LOVE, JOHNNY DRAGONA, #440,881 (rel. 12/1/10)

25.    JERICHO’S WALLS, MICHAEL BRET HOOD, #472,405 (rel. 12/1/10)

26.    ON ANGELS WINGS, JACK HESSEY #478,287 (rel. 12/1/10)

* Please note that this list does not include rankings or sales from Amazon UK

List created by George Pappas, author of Monogamy Sucks