Monthly Archive: March 2016

The crew of “Wild Women on the Water” arrived at the beach pier destination to film a sequence between their signature model Laurel and a newly signed actor. Directing this erotic shoot would be tough on Aja. She wondered how she would handle her secret attraction to Laurel. As Donald cleared the pier for filming, Aja received a text indicating their new actor went to the wrong location. She fumed about losing the time slot and the money. “Why don’t you do it?” said Donald. Leave it to Donald to make something good out of something bad. She studied his...

Nick and Natalie walked into the beach condo. The decor proved that point. Seashell lamps and nautical designed fabrics graced the furniture and sea-themed objects were scattered in every room. They were surprised at how beachy it was. “Come see the master suite. It’s like being inside a seashell. It’s so iridescent pink and shiny,” said Natalie. The sheers over the sliding glass door and the comforter on the king bed created the illusion of being in the pink shell channel. The mirrored closet doors doubled the effect. Nick walked in behind Natalie. “This light embellishes your porcelain skin. Illuminated...

“I thought we were going to the foreign flick called Ginger’s Scent of French.” Daria read the marquee, “Best Porn in Town.” Annie laughed. “Sometimes your brain amazes me. I told you we were choosing between Ginger’s Wet Dreams, Scent of Sex, and French Orgy.” “No, I remember. There was no mention of porn.” “But, you agreed I picked the next when and where for sex. Here we are.” Annie was so much more adventuresome than Daria but she wanted to please her. “Come on Daria. It’s not about the movie. It’s about the people who sit together in individual...

Evelyn looked across the control room and spotted Dean. “I need a hand,” she yelled. She hiked up her leopard print skirt to headline the tops of her black thigh-highs. The gap of skin between the stockings and dress breathed. It was like a reverse blindfold. Her body remained covered except for this one strip of skin. Her vulva peered out as if watching from under a raised window shade. Power surged through her body, and heat settled between her legs. She had felt it in their scene, but she wanted more. Would he give it to her? “You do?...

She never heard George step up behind her naked body. Standing in front of the armoire mirror, she assessed herself. His eyes followed her. The same look of interest was there now, exactly like it had been forty years ago. Focusing back on her body, she saw her life’s road map etched there. Grey hair. Cesarean scar. Cellulite. And one hip slightly lower than the other, from the last hip replacement. “Alice, did you hear me? Do you want to?” Looking up at George, she searched his eyes and smiled. “I want to. Can we pretend it was the day...