| Author: | Jason Pinaster | ISBN: | 9781370317172 |
| Publisher: | Jason Pinaster | Publication: | November 25, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Jason Pinaster |
| ISBN: | 9781370317172 |
| Publisher: | Jason Pinaster |
| Publication: | November 25, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
As part of my ongoing investigation, I interview an actor famous for his family-friendly films. The Cyber Culprit had posted a video exposing the actor engaged in group sex.
In return for my help, the actor offers to reenact my favorite movie. I choose the kinkiest scene from Blue Velvet.
The actor protests that the scene is too violent but I maintain my choice.
The actor takes a deep breath and looks down at the floor. When his eyes come up, his face slowly transforms into the violent and unpredictable Frank Booth.
I meet his gaze and Dorothy’s mad lust courses through my body as I move over to the door and shut it loudly, just like in Blue Velvet. Just like in the movie. I stand by the chair. “Hello, baby,” I breathe.
“Where’s my bourbon!” he shouts.
I look around and he gestures to a liquor cabinet. I pour him a stiff bourbon—Jim Beam 12 year old—and hand it to him. I half cast my eyes to the floor, trying to look fearful, and watch him sip his drink.
He pulls his hand back as if to hit me but instead points to the chair. “Sit!”
I sit and make a show of adjusting myself.
He studies me. “Spread your legs,” he commands.
I slowly spread my legs, wishing there was someone watching, someone filming our performance.
He gestures towards my crotch, “Wider!” He finishes his drink and slams the glass down on a side table. He adjusts his head to one side, accommodating the alcohol.
Without warning, he throws me to the floor, just like in the movie. He fondles my breasts and unbuttons my bra. His hands are hot, hot heavenly fire!
His hands move up the sides of my legs. When his fingers touch the edge of my panties, he angles his thumbs in and down, then presses. They’re even hotter than they’d been on my breasts. He presses upwards, stoking the fires inside me. “I want pussy!” he demands.
As part of my ongoing investigation, I interview an actor famous for his family-friendly films. The Cyber Culprit had posted a video exposing the actor engaged in group sex.
In return for my help, the actor offers to reenact my favorite movie. I choose the kinkiest scene from Blue Velvet.
The actor protests that the scene is too violent but I maintain my choice.
The actor takes a deep breath and looks down at the floor. When his eyes come up, his face slowly transforms into the violent and unpredictable Frank Booth.
I meet his gaze and Dorothy’s mad lust courses through my body as I move over to the door and shut it loudly, just like in Blue Velvet. Just like in the movie. I stand by the chair. “Hello, baby,” I breathe.
“Where’s my bourbon!” he shouts.
I look around and he gestures to a liquor cabinet. I pour him a stiff bourbon—Jim Beam 12 year old—and hand it to him. I half cast my eyes to the floor, trying to look fearful, and watch him sip his drink.
He pulls his hand back as if to hit me but instead points to the chair. “Sit!”
I sit and make a show of adjusting myself.
He studies me. “Spread your legs,” he commands.
I slowly spread my legs, wishing there was someone watching, someone filming our performance.
He gestures towards my crotch, “Wider!” He finishes his drink and slams the glass down on a side table. He adjusts his head to one side, accommodating the alcohol.
Without warning, he throws me to the floor, just like in the movie. He fondles my breasts and unbuttons my bra. His hands are hot, hot heavenly fire!
His hands move up the sides of my legs. When his fingers touch the edge of my panties, he angles his thumbs in and down, then presses. They’re even hotter than they’d been on my breasts. He presses upwards, stoking the fires inside me. “I want pussy!” he demands.
