Warning: Adults Only!
This e-book has Explicit Sexual Content.
An erotic short story about a middle-aged lawyer's encounter with a beautiful blond nineteen year-old.
(Approximately 4,000 words)
Unlike many of my clients who either own or have a financial interest in the success of popular fashion magazines; there was once a time when I wasn’t interested in: capturing the perfect image of a self-centered "I wanna be a model" in her prime via photo shoots, and have her sign contracts awarding me exclusive rights to distribute her image indefinitely next to soda cans and sports cars and make the lions share of the profit. I also wasn’t interested in paying off her pimps "otherwise known as parents" and disguise refined prostitution with pretty sounding words like “promising career opportunity.”
I'm not weird, I'm not perverted, and I have no interest in wining and dining a bimbo or an over-achiever pretending she's a bimbo yet fully informed in matters of alimony law. Nope! I make too much money and been in a failed marriage for too long to be spending the rest of my adult life with women on the wrong side of thirty. And if society wants to advertise the sleek sports car and the hot nineteen year-old in a royal red bikini lathered up in scented oil with mouth half-open with droopy eyelids simulating orgasms for the camera and a paycheck and "still" idiot society reserves the right to call me weird when “everyone” is participating fully in an economy thriving on pussy, big cars and war; then f*ck it! I'll take the car, the young chick and the ice cold martini and call it the rest of my life.
Despite my big talk and vulgar language involving the ruthless conquest of young women to quench the thirst of my mid-life crisis; I began to feel a bit unnerved with how young she is. Perhaps I'm the silly old fool who becomes the victim overwhelmed with that Romeo-and-Juliette type love I've lost when I was nineteen; and should be lost for those wishing to keep their sanity into adulthood. Perhaps I wish to revisit this maddening type of love again before it's too late; my feelings for her are already at the boiling point yet tamed with a lifetime of mastering the art of refined urgency and delayed gratification. Perhaps my vulgarity is a disguise hiding the real and more delicate issue of being young again. In a screaming world at war with each other; and after trying to live upright in upside down places; after realizing long ago, I'm lucky to rely on myself let alone other people; with a world and its media and its agendas power drilling sickness into my head, I now know all to clearly that I want to be innocent, young and too stupid to fall in love with that lady seeming to dance on light. And here she is, on the sofa, cuddling with her nose in my neck and mine in her blond hair gathering the scent of wild berries.
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Published August 25, 2010
by Diogenes & Satire (sexy erotic stories for men).
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.