FEMME TABOO by Angel Ray

FEMME TABOO

 

 

 

Angel Ray

 

A collection of hot lesbian sex stories involving an older woman who has a hot & heavy lesbian affair with her daughter’s best friend, a young woman in college who has a seamy lesbian experience with one of her older professors, a woman who has her first “submissive” lesbian experience with her sexy next door neighbor, a young woman who finds a kinky way to get along with her father’s new girlfriend, a woman who has a highly erotically-charged experience in the ladies room of a lesbian bar, a woman who gets felt up and then some by another woman in a subway, a strap-on wielding “drag king” performer named Sally who gets to fuck one of her devoted fans after a rather nasty performance, and a woman performs analingus with her lesbian lover for the very first time.

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Here's an excerpt from Femme Taboo:

 

 

The song Justify My Love by Madonna was playing in the background. Angie was dancing to the music trying to get me to want her. The truth is she didn’t have to do anything special to get me to want her! She was teasing me really good this night with her thigh-high mini-skirt and tank top with no bra. I was sitting across from her watching her every move. She turned her back to me and bent over. She placed her hands on her knees and shook that sweet little ass of hers in my face. Her skirt would fly up with every shake to expose her white cotton panties. I wanted to reach up and take her in my arms, rip off those skimpy panties and dive right in!

She slinked her way over to me moving to the beat of the music. My palms were sweaty and my pulse was racing. I wanted to touch myself in the worst possible way, but I knew if I did I would just explode, so I sat there and let my darling Angie tease and torment me. She lifted one leg and placed it next to me on the sofa. She raised her mini and shoved her sweetness back and forth in my face. I stuck out my tongue hoping that her panties would touch its tip, but Angie kept herself far enough away so I wouldn’t be able to touch her. Boy, did this girl know how to tease! She took her leg off the sofa and placed her hands on my shoulders and stared into my eyes. She moved her head just close enough so that her lips barely brushed against mine. She moved her head slightly to one side. Her hair brushed against my nose. I moaned at the scent of her heavenly aroma. I loved the way Angie smelled. Even when Rebecca was around, I always tried to get close enough to her so I could breathe in her scent without being too conspicuous. This would get my blood boiling and my pussy pounding! Angie stared into my eyes again and smiled. I couldn’t stand it. I had to touch her.

“May I touch you?” I begged her, my voice in a throaty whisper. “Oh, please, let me touch you!”

“Yes, you may,” Angie murmured softly.

I was breathing heavy breaths as I raised a trembling hand to her face. I ran my fingertips slowly down her freckled cheek. Her skin felt so soft. It was almost like touching a newborn baby. My lower lip was quivering as my panties became drenched with desire. I wondered if her panties were dripping like mine. The anticipation became too much for me to bear. I had to taste her.

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THE HOLLYWOOD NUDIE HANDBOOK (a.k.a. HOW TO COLLECT NUDE PICTURES OF CELEBRITIES & STILL RESPECT YOURSELF IN THE MORNING) by Tony Banks

THE HOLLYWOOD NUDIE HANDBOOK

  

(a.k.a. HOW TO COLLECT NUDE PICTURES OF CELEBRITIES

& STILL RESPECT YOURSELF IN THE MORNING)

 

 

 

 

Tony Banks

 

 

A Wise Man once said, "Sex Sells!" And sex does definitely sell in the good old U.S. of A. even though this idea does definitely have its detractors (feminists, fundamentalists and other fascists as the late great Bill Hicks might have put it). This book takes a rather satirical look at sex in the movies along with other forms of (so-called) popular culture (that is, if you haven't figured THAT out already!). As another Wise Man once said, "Write what you know!" And this is most definitely a topic I know quite a bit about (as, of course, you'll see from reading the book!)!

 

 

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Here's an excerpt from The Hollywood Nudie Handbook:

 

 

I’ve been collecting nudie pictures of celebrities—female, of course!—for too many years to count now. And I actually collect said nudie pics in a rather unique way in that what I’ll do is take out a nudie pictorial that I like and tape the pictures together and put them in a folder so I’ll have easier access to them and don’t have to go searching through stacks and stacks of magazines to find whatever nudie pictorial I may wish to, shall we say, enjoy at that time. I’ll also take, if you must know, different nudie pictorials of the same (female) celebrity and tape them all together so that if I wish to—again, shall we say—enjoy pics of a certain (female) celeb I’ll have them all there at once to—once again, shall we say—enjoy. That’s rather ingenious, don’t you think?

Use to, you had to go out of your way to find nudie pics of female celebs. But now, thanks largely to the Internet, all you have to do is Google a female celeb’s name and voila! Instant celebrity nudity! (Ah, the wonders of technology!) Best of all, you don’t have to spend a butt-load of moo-la at your local newsstand—as, of course, yours truly has done!—to buy a mag that features a nudie celebrity pictorial. Of course, at the newsstand, Playboy & Maxim magazines are probably the best sources for finding nudie celebrity pictorials. (It used to be a magazine called Celebrity Sleuth which changed its name to Celebrity Skin, though I’m not sure if the mag’s still in circulation since, as I’ve said, you can find the same pics for free on the Internet. Sort of like what’s happened to newspapers, the music business and the Post Office, you might say!)

Use to, it was a big damn deal for a female celeb—even a so-called B-list celeb—to take it all off on-camera and onscreen. Nowadays, with every female celeb (and her mother!) taking it all off in magazines—like, of course, Playboy & Maxim—and in film at the proverbial drop of a hat, it’s actually become rather abnormal for a female celeb not to take it all off for the camera.

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CELEBRITY PERVERSION by Angel Ray

CELEBRITY PERVERSION

 

 

 

Angel Ray

 

Aspiring filmmaker Harry Patterson wants desperately to make his mark on Hollywood but has trouble at first finding his niche as he starts out directing mostly B-movie horror flicks and erotic thrillers. Then, just when his filmmaking career is about to hit an impasse, he receives a video which turns out to be a homemade sex tape of Hollywood's "it" couple of the moment. He releases the tape, which, of course, becomes a huge bestseller for the failing movie company of which he bought from the previous owner and his former boss. Due to the major success of that film, Harry adopts the directing moniker of Joe Bob Blow and goes on to direct a slew of equally-successful celebrity sex films starring has-been celebrities who are desperately hoping to expand their 15 minutes of fame. And Harry soon discovers the downside and various pitfalls of this rather shady business. (NOTE: This book was previously published by Pink Flamingo Publications.)

 

 

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Here's an excerpt from Celebrity Perversion:

 

 

Delia stood up, nearly falling down she was so high from the cocaine, and stumbled over to where Roscoe was standing with the video camera. Roscoe panned the camera down as Delia got on her knees and pulled down the gray baggy shorts Roscoe was wearing. Delia’s beautiful blonde head jerked back as Roscoe’s cock, which was already hard, popped out and struck her on her collagen-injected lips that went perfectly with her fake breasts. Harry was very much impressed with the size and girth of Roscoe’s cock. It was at least a good eight or nine inches, maybe even ten or eleven if one were to accurately measure it. He could see now why women flocked to him like flies on stink in spite of the fact that he was as dumb as a roomful of anuses and had a reputation of treating his women like trash (and, of course, there was that whole rock star thing, which may have contributed to his renowned prowess with the ladies!). (One story in particular that Harry remembered reading about him in the tabloid The Inquisitor alleged how he had made one of his many girlfriends give him oral in spite of the fact hadn’t bathed in a good two weeks back during his band’s heyday.)

Delia smiled like a slave in heat as she wrapped her dainty fingers around the shaft of Roscoe’s impressive cock and gave him a few good and hearty strokes. She next opened her mouth wide and wrapped those famous lips of hers around the pulsing head of Roscoe’s dick while she continued stroking him off. Not wanting to wait any longer, Roscoe reached down with his tattooed arm and grabbed her by the back of her head and, with one good thrust, shoved his cock almost all the way down her throat. Harry was further impressed at how Delia was able to take his thing inside her mouth like that without gagging once! Roscoe held his girlfriend’s head in place while he thrust his mighty manhood in and out of her mouth like a jackhammer busting through concrete. He wasn’t sure if it was the cocaine or what, but Harry was astounded at how Delia didn’t complain once about how her boyfriend was ramming his man-meat down her craw like he was shoving it in mud (but then, Harry thought to himself, it’s kind of hard to carp when one has a mouthful of cock!). Harry could hear Roscoe’s big and hairy balls smacking against Delia’s chin to go with the stifled moans emanating from her full mouth. Roscoe was also moaning as he face-fucked his world-famous girlfriend and living out practically every horny red-blooded American male’s fantasy. Then, just when things appeared to reach their zenith, Roscoe abruptly pulled his cock out of Delia’s mouth. By the sound of Roscoe’s heavy panting on the tape, he was about to have one hell of a powerful orgasm. But then he revealed the reason to his still-kneeling girlfriend—and, of course, the viewing audience—of why he didn’t go the distance right then.

“Oh, baby, I wanna fuck you!” Roscoe said to Delia.

Delia smiled up at him. “You wanna fuck me, huh?”

“Yeah,” he panted.

Delia then asked a question that Harry was not expecting her to ask her boyfriend:

“Where do you wanna fuck me?”

“Where do I wanna fuck you?”

She nodded and grinned. “Yeah. Where do you wanna fuck me, baby?”

“Where do you think?” He snickered again. “In your ass. I wanna fuck you in your ass, baby!”

She nodded again. “Okay, baby. You can fuck me in my ass if you want.”

“Well, all right!”

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X by Angel Ray

X

 

 

Angel Ray

 

 

A young woman named Kami travels from town to town and city to city in search of a new man (or woman) and new thrills. Then she winds up in a mysterious small town named Strap that is rumored to be a haven for S & M aficionados where she meets an older dominatrix who calls herself Mistress X. Mistress X takes Kami under her wing and teaches her new ways into seducing both men and women. After achieving what they set out to do in Strap, Kami and Mistress X travel to the neighboring town of Slunt, a town that has a far more conservative reputation than Strap, but, like with all small towns, harbors dark secrets and even darker passions. The two women set up shop in Slunt where Kami learns quite a bit from Mistress X as they seduce a number of men and women with their sexual mind games until Kami ends up teaching the older dominatrix a few tricks of her own.

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Here's an excerpt from X:

 

 

Kami was a young woman of nineteen, though she could actually pass for much younger, always on the lookout for the next thrill. She led this bohemian lifestyle where she traveled around, not staying in one place for too long or getting too close to anyone. She had no family to speak of (her parents had died in a plane crash when she was younger and was virtually disowned by the rest of her family who considered her too much of a wild child). She had no steady boyfriend (or girlfriend, for that matter). She was a virtual loner. Which suited her just fine. All she really wanted out of life was pleasure. Pure, unadulterated kinky pleasure. And she intended to do whatever or whoever to get it. And with her 4’ 9” svelte frame and with her exotic looks that drove men--and women--wild with desire (her mother was Colombian and her father was Spanish), she certainly had no shortage of partakers--again, both men and women--willing to engage in every one of her deepest, darkest fantasies.

After drifting around for the next several weeks and finding just enough action—not to mention just enough cash—for her to get by on, Kami eventually found her way to the town of Strap. Strap was rumored to be a haven for S & M aficionados. Kami heard about this town during her travels, especially during some of the S & M and swinger parties she had attended. So she had to check the town out for herself.

Kami rented a hotel room the first night she was there and immediately scoured the streets for any kind of action. The rumors, much to her surprise (and her lascivious delight), turned out to be true as she discovered an unnamed building that looked to be a hostel of some sort. She entered the building, although the bulky hooded man standing at the entrance almost didn’t allow her in. Inside were several small rooms where women dressed in various styles of dominatrix-type attire were dominating the men. Usually both the men and the women took turns dominating one another at the other S & M parties and clubs she’d went to before. But not this one. And Kami loved it as she went from room to room watching with rapturous glee as each dominatrix used their whips, strap-ons, dildos, cat-o-nine tails and whatever other device they could get their hands on to turn these men into their little bitch slaves.

One dominatrix in particular caught Kami’s attention the most. Her name, she would find out later, was Mistress X. She stood an impressive six feet tall with a slender, slightly muscular build. Her hair was a fiery red with blond streaks going down the middle. She possessed these large natural breasts that were swelling and heaving inside the black leather corset she was wearing and looked a bit older than many of the other Dommes she’d seen there. Kami could tell that this Mistress X really knew how to dominate the older gentleman she was with who was hanging by his wrists before her from chains that were connected to the ceiling wearing nothing but a black leather hood. Kami stood there enthralled watching Mistress X disciplining her slave as she scratched her long pointy nails over his wrinkly balls and thrashed his pale flabby ass with a long black leather horsewhip.

 

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