A Devil In The City Of Angels

An eBook By Jade Blackmore.

Vanessa walked by the TV set one Sunday afternoon, catching a glimpse of an extraordinarily sexy man being interviewed. "Oh, my", she murmured, like Susan Sarandon in Bull Durham except throatier with even more evil intentions. She didn't catch the man's name but his body oozed sex. He had a slender, tan chest coated with just the right amount of sweat and wavy dark brown hair that cascaded halfway down his neck. Wraparound sunglasses hide his eyes, but tight, faded jeans brazenly outlined his cock. In a coolly arrogant accent that was a beguiling cross between Brit and "surfer dude", he talked about the first gig he'd ever played. All Vanessa heard was "Fuck me." Doreen, her roommate, noticed her frenzied exit to her bedroom. "Hey, Beavis, she shouted, using the code name they had for each other when they got too infantile or horny, "lock the door if you're wanking off in there".

After Vanessa finished pleasuring herself, she discovered who had gotten her so hot in only a 10-second video clip.

Doreen told her he was a musician who had been a minor rock star about 20 years ago. Vanessa vaguely recalled the name. Save for a goofy article she remembered reading in the National Enquirer about him swindling some model, she didn't know anything about him. But if he got her as hot in person as his TV image did, she vowed to give him the best sex of his life. Words would be a waste of time with this stud. With the precision of a seasoned whore, she'd be on her knees sucking his cock and squeezing his balls without exchanging names. The delicious moment when she eased her body on top of his and watched him slip his gleaming eager cock inside her pussy would follow effortlessly. Games were not required with a stud like him - even his image on the TV screen telegraphed that clearly.

Doreen and her friends counseled Vanessa on where to meet him. After being raised on classical music, with a dash of Miles Davis and Sarah Vaughn, Nessa had little knowledge of rock 'n' roll M.O. Doreen recommended a club he often frequented. Vanessa knew he'd be an easy lay from all the stories she'd heard. However, work and real life intruded on her sexy fantasy. A few weeks passed, and she forgot about the hot guy on the TV.

Until one day, when real life and fantasy merged like a wet dream come true.

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