Model Wanted
Posted: October 15th, 2012, 12:17 pmFound someone, thanks.
WarpMyMind
Model Wanted
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Posted: October 15th, 2012, 12:17 pmPosted: October 15th, 2012, 2:00 pmhey, why dont we all just put up our picture here and then he can cut and paste them to his fake book?
Posted: October 15th, 2012, 2:09 pmI assure you, it's a real book, or at least short story. Here are my previous ebooks:
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Here's the beginning of "Becoming Joan"
John was bored. Ever since he had divorced his wife all his friends had taken her side and abandoned him. And getting back into the dating scene was just too intimidating. At 42 he was still in decent shape, his hair hadn’t fallen out and the mix of black and grey made him look distinguished. He probably could have found women to date if he was willing to try. But the divorce had been so hard on him he wasn’t sure if he could ever trust a woman again. He found himself aimlessly surfing the internet during most of his free time. He could still look at women after all, and he could always pleasure himself.
It was late on a Friday evening when he stumbled across an advertisement for a site offering pictures of hot women from his own city.
“Why not?” he said to himself.
He opened the site. It asked him for his email but no credit card info so he figured it was harmless enough. Once he got in there was just a simple link that read “See women now”. He clicked on it. A flash presentation began. Just like it promised it was pictures of beautiful women. Women from 18 to perhaps 50, all shapes and sizes, all races. Nothing explicit just face and body shots mixed, nothing more revealing than a few in bikinis. Then, between two pictures, a word flashed up “WOMAN.”
“That’s a bit annoying.” Thought John before the next picture came up. He wasn’t sure what the point of that was. But the pictures continued, never the same picture twice. Just as he was getting back into the groove another word flashed: “SEXY”.
“Sure, whatever.” he thought to himself and waited for the next picture.
“PLEASURE” was the next word to flash up. By now John had resigned himself to them. They were better than pop up ads at least.
“GIVE” was next. Ah, they wanted him to donate. Well forget that. He could get much better porn for free at a hundred different sites. But he decided to stick it out, if only to see just how many images there could be before they started repeating. He had lost all track of time as image after image flashed by.
“BECOMING” was next and John had no idea what that meant.
“LINGERIE” was the next word. He’d love to see some models in lingerie, he thought but the images remained as tame as ever. This time the word flashed very quickly and he barely had time to read it. The images kept coming but now the interspersed words flashed so briefly he couldn’t even read them. He wasn’t sure what the point of flashing words that quickly was but if it meant getting back to the endless stream of pictures even sooner and that was what really mattered. He found himself getting horny as he continued looking at the images even though he could see sexier stuff in a Victoria’s Secret catalogue.
Finally the words “MORE TO COME” came up on the screen and froze. It was over. John was shocked as he looked over to the clock and realized over two hours had passed. He felt good but tired. He headed to bed, but he decided to jerk off before he went to sleep. His orgasm was one of the best he’d had in a long time.
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Here's the beginning of "Becoming Joan"
John was bored. Ever since he had divorced his wife all his friends had taken her side and abandoned him. And getting back into the dating scene was just too intimidating. At 42 he was still in decent shape, his hair hadn’t fallen out and the mix of black and grey made him look distinguished. He probably could have found women to date if he was willing to try. But the divorce had been so hard on him he wasn’t sure if he could ever trust a woman again. He found himself aimlessly surfing the internet during most of his free time. He could still look at women after all, and he could always pleasure himself.
It was late on a Friday evening when he stumbled across an advertisement for a site offering pictures of hot women from his own city.
“Why not?” he said to himself.
He opened the site. It asked him for his email but no credit card info so he figured it was harmless enough. Once he got in there was just a simple link that read “See women now”. He clicked on it. A flash presentation began. Just like it promised it was pictures of beautiful women. Women from 18 to perhaps 50, all shapes and sizes, all races. Nothing explicit just face and body shots mixed, nothing more revealing than a few in bikinis. Then, between two pictures, a word flashed up “WOMAN.”
“That’s a bit annoying.” Thought John before the next picture came up. He wasn’t sure what the point of that was. But the pictures continued, never the same picture twice. Just as he was getting back into the groove another word flashed: “SEXY”.
“Sure, whatever.” he thought to himself and waited for the next picture.
“PLEASURE” was the next word to flash up. By now John had resigned himself to them. They were better than pop up ads at least.
“GIVE” was next. Ah, they wanted him to donate. Well forget that. He could get much better porn for free at a hundred different sites. But he decided to stick it out, if only to see just how many images there could be before they started repeating. He had lost all track of time as image after image flashed by.
“BECOMING” was next and John had no idea what that meant.
“LINGERIE” was the next word. He’d love to see some models in lingerie, he thought but the images remained as tame as ever. This time the word flashed very quickly and he barely had time to read it. The images kept coming but now the interspersed words flashed so briefly he couldn’t even read them. He wasn’t sure what the point of flashing words that quickly was but if it meant getting back to the endless stream of pictures even sooner and that was what really mattered. He found himself getting horny as he continued looking at the images even though he could see sexier stuff in a Victoria’s Secret catalogue.
Finally the words “MORE TO COME” came up on the screen and froze. It was over. John was shocked as he looked over to the clock and realized over two hours had passed. He felt good but tired. He headed to bed, but he decided to jerk off before he went to sleep. His orgasm was one of the best he’d had in a long time.