However, yesterday I read about another charity activity that sounded like something I'd dream up in one of my novels. In the Boob Aid event, nine Japanese actresses working in the adult film business offered up their breasts to eager fans, in return for donations to AIDS research and treatment. As you can tell by the photo, an enjoyable time was had by all - a grope for good, you might say. (What impresses me is how wholesome these ladies all look!) Anyway, I think it's a fabulous idea. Give the fans a chance to live out a bit of fantasy, and support the eradication of a disease that, let's face it, has made sex much less fun.
Speaking of AIDS charities - if you want to help the cause without undergoing any groping, pick up a copy of the latest Coming Together Presents collection, edited by me and featuring the hot, literate erotica of Canadian author and poet Amanda Earl. The book is available at All Romance Ebooks, Amazon, CreateSpace and Smashwords (hopefully Barnes and Noble will get it up soon, too), in both ebook and print forms. All proceeds from its sale go to GMHC.org, dedicated to care and ultimate cure for this devastating disease. (Neither the author nor the editor receive any compensation from sales - other than the same satisfaction the porn queens can enjoy!)
You want an excerpt? Of course you do. Here's a bit from one of my favorite stories "Real Irish", about rollicking threesome:
I
stood outside Serene's door for a full minute, trying to catch my
breath, my jugs jiggling as my heart battered hard inside my low-cut
dress. I was crazy nervous. My hands quivered as I lifted the brass
knocker and clacked it against the door one…two…and three. Serene
answered the door wrapped in a black silk peignoir with matching
feather boa around her neck.
“C'min
darling.
Join
the
party.”
She
handed me a tumbler of Scotch and I took a deep draught before doing
anything else. The heat of the booze burned right through me,
fortifying me with liquid courage. I removed my coat.
“Hubba
hubba,”
said
a
voice,
in
lovely
Irish
brogue.
Patrick
was there already, a towel around his waist.
He
looked over my curvy red body with a delighted leer.
“I
feel
like
the
big
bad
wolf
and
you're
my
little
Red,”
he
said.
Serene
laughed.
A
frisson of jealousy ran through me.
“So
have
you
two
started
without
me?
Should
I
leave
you
alone?”
“Not
on
your
life,
honey
pie,”
Serene
said,
her
voice
throaty
with
desire
as
she
reached
for
me
and
gave
me
a
deep
kiss,
her
tongue
thrusting
into
my
mouth.
Patrick
started
caressing
my
back,
kissing
along
my
shoulders.
In
the
background
I
could
hear
Dinah
singing
“Smoke
Gets
in
Your
Eyes.”
“Time
we
got
you
out
of
that
dress.”
His
fingers
found
the
zipper
at
the
top
of
my
spine
and
slowly
lowered
it.
He
kneeled
and
kissed
the
dimples
above
my
ass
while
Serene
pulled
down
the
bodice.
“Give
us
a
hand,
Patrick.
Undo
Daphne's
bra.
I
want
to
lick
those
fine
tits.
Wait
until
you
get
a
gander
– they're
beauties.”
“Mmm,”
Patrick
murmured
as
he
reached
up
and
expertly
undid
the
clasp
at
my
bra.
I
blushed
as
the
cool
air
hit
my
nipples
and
made
them
even
harder.
Serene
leaned down and took a nipple in her mouth. Patrick came round the
front and caressed my other breast. He'd removed the towel. His cock
was cut and hard. I reached for it, letting go of my inhibitions and
yielding to the hunger coursing through me.
******
Now - admit it. Aren't you tempted?
Especially when it's for such a good cause?
1 comment:
thanks, Lisabet. you're a darling.
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