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BILLIONAIRE MANIA
This is an older post, but it bears repeating. Let me know if you'd like me to re-post other older blogs.
Yes the new big thing seems to be reading or writing about meeting a billionaire or two and falling in love. I haven't taken a survey, but I'm sure you've noticed the dramatic upsurge of romance books with the word Billionaire in the title. Why not? Go for the gusto! Why settle for a millionaire or even a multimillionaire when there are Billionaires. After all according to a recent Forbes magazine article there are a whopping 1426 Billionaires in the world. That's a whopping one two millionth of us.
In other words out of every two million people one of them is a Billionaire. Pretty exciting isn't it. It's like there's a billionaire around every corner. Hmm. (scratching my head) But what do they look like? And where do you go to meet one of these 1426 millionaires?
Well, before we go any farther, I better tell you that of the 1426 Billionaires, only 72 are single."
I know, I know, you're crushed, probably easier to hit a mega, blockbuster, billion dollar power ball jackpot, but nobody said it would be easy, except in fiction. Nevertheless, 72 world wide Billionaires is still a Billionaire for every hundred million people. Just think, next time you go to one of those fifty thousand dollar a plate charity dinners or you're invited to the grand ball at the most exclusive country club in your area someone might point out one of those elusive Billionaires. The only trouble is unless you like women or unless you're gay it may not do you any good, because a good portion, up to a third, of the single Billionaires like men.
But don't fret. That still leaves 48 eligible bachelors, and a few of them are decent looking and under seventy, like New York city Mayor Bloomberg, who's only 67. Of course there are forty-seven other eligible bachelors spread around the world.
What did you expect? I said in the world. A couple of them aren't bad looking either, like the one in Moscow or Rio de Janeiro and right in New York City.
I know what you're thinking, you don't like the odds so the first Billionaire you meet, man or woman, gay or not, married or not, you are going to beguile them and make them fall in love with you, even if you have to be…a home-wrecker.
Easier said than done. They are already in love. Not with their wives or partners, though they may be that too. They are in love with their money. Money is what frames them. Money is what drives them and good luck getting them to part with it to get rid of trophy wife number two so they can marry you, trophy wife number three.
So the next time you pick up one of these Billionaire books think about it. It may be easier to get hit by lightning in two different places at the same time or to meet a Polar Bear in the Amazon Jungle than meeting a hunky, available Billionaire this side of Alpha Centauri.
Now for a little PROMO WORK on one my latest releases:
AMAZON Buy Link: A Dangerous Game. http://amzn.to/19DCegK
Blurb
A Dangerous Game is a complex story covering thirty years in the life of a woman, who at seventeen hit a low point when her father discovers she's pregnant and throws her out of the house. Gritty and spirited, Loretta Bishop, after a stint in an Elko brothel, ends up as a Vegas cocktail waitress, making the best of her situation in life.
Over the years, many men and lovers pass through her life, but three stand out: Vinnie, a slick Four Queens pit boss, Gary, a young, impressionable co-worker, and last, Bobby, a handsome, college student.
Seventeen years Bobby’s senior, Loretta is tasked, one night, with taking the unassuming, modest, pretty boy under her wing and turning him into a ladies' man. At first Bobby seems like a fun boy toy, but when Loretta falls in love with him and he asks her to marry him, Loretta flees in panic.
Now on his own it’s up to Bobby to put the methods Loretta has taught him to practical use. Will he succeed and parlay his new talents into love, wealth and power?
A Dangerous Game
SEXY STORY EXCERPT
The driver spoke. “Need a ride? Hop in. Jill, why don’t you get in back with Amy?”
Jill opened the door stepped out, smiled coyly and hopped in back. I got in and before I knew it I was being taken for a ride by… “Hi, I’m Babbet but everyone calls me Baby.” Her broad smile revealed perfect white teeth. “I’ll drop my sister and her friend off at the pajama party first, then I’ll take you wherever you want.”
I chuckled. “You’re very kind.” And hot. “Excuse me for laughing but my name is Bobby. Bobby and Baby sound a little strange together.”
Baby peeled off the shoulder like Loretta had minutes before, and the tires screeched from the traction of pavement. Looking me up and down, Baby said, “I dunno, sounds kind of promising to me.”
Baby was medium height and slight of build. She had warm brown eyes behind long lashes. Her light brown hair was tied at the top of her head, giving a fountain effect, enhanced by loose ringlets framing her pretty face.
She’s coming on to me. Do something. After Jill and Amy leave.
“So how old are you, Baby?”
“I’m nineteen. I’m an education major at UNLV.”
“We have something in common. I go to UNLV also—Hotel Administration.”
After dropping the party goers off, Baby headed back in the general direction I'd been hiking. “Where to?”
“My Apartment. Drive toward Sandhill. I’ll give you directions from there.”
Baby was thinking. I heard her sigh as she took a deep breath. “You don’t have to go straight home. We could go somewhere?”
I knew it, she is coming on. I couldn’t help but smile. “Like where?”
“We could get a drink,” she said, her voice quivering slightly.
“I thought you were nineteen?”
“I have ID.” She asked hopefully? “Do you want to?”
Using her term, I said, “Sounds promising, but I better get home.”
The smile on her face morphed to consternation. “So you have a girlfriend? Is that why you do don’t want to do something?”
“My girlfriend and I have an open relationship.”
“Wow! Really? What was your fight about?”
“I called her a whore?”
Baby’s lips pursed and her eyebrows dipped. “Why, is she one?”
Studying Baby, I watched for her reaction. “Not that I know of. For some reason, I was pissed because she fucked my best friend.” Baby blanched. “Sorry about the language. I have no reason to be mad, because it happened way before I met her, yet it ticked me off.”
At my direction, she turned south on Sandhill Rd. I could tell she was thinking. “So how come you didn’t want to do something with me?”
“Turn here. That’s it. Pull over.”
She pulled in and shut the engine off. Baby half-turned toward me in her seat and lifted her right leg up, resting her foot on the console. She’d made her move; now it was my turn. Obviously the girl liked me. Should I give her a go? Why not?
Baby wore a red bikini, a matching floral cover up and flip-flop sandals. Not much to take off. “I want to do something with you, all right. Just not get a drink.”
She turned as red as her swimsuit. Desire and apprehension fought a battle for her facial features. Taking a deep breath, obviously nervous, she squeaked, “What then?”
She knew well. She just wanted me to say it. I leaned over the console in her direction, and my hand journeyed the two feet separating us. My forefinger flittered through one of her ringlets. She closed her eyes as the back of my hand stroked her smooth cheek.
She looked down but didn’t say anything as my fingers unbuttoned the lone fastener of her cover-up. As I pulled one flap of the garment to the side, I said, “Oh, I think you know what I want to do with you.”
She closed her eyes once more. I moved the other flap of the garment. “And you want me to do it. Don’t you?”
She must have been picturing what she wanted me to do to her, because with her eyes still closed, her lips began to quiver. I quietly unzipped my fly and freed my now erect penis. I bent closer to her ear and purred. “I didn’t want to waste time getting drinks.” My fingers traveled back and forth over her quivering red lips. She closed her pretty eyes and sighed, invitingly parting her lips as she did, jutting her bottom lip out slightly. My fore and middle fingers pulled the pouty lip downward, then slid across her perfect white teeth. At the same time, I took her hand and placed it on my shaft.
She jerked. She opened her eyes and yearningly gazed at it. When she parted her teeth, my fingers darted in. Her lips closed around them as they moved in and out. Breathing deeply she started moving her hand up and down my erection. I smiled when I noticed the growing wet spot on her bikini bottoms. Removing my fingers from her mouth, I pulled her top up above one of her modest-sized breasts. Her perky stand-out nipple drew my mouth like a magnet. Baby groaned when my lips alighted on her nipple and began sucking.
Now slouching leaning fully against her car door, she’d draped her nice legs across the inconvenient console and my left leg. Fingers replaced my mouth on her tit so I could concentrate on her wet pussy.
She stiffened as my fingers slipped under her wet suit bottom and teased her swollen clit. I whispered, “I want to take you to my apartment and remove all of your clothing so I can ravish you. I want to stick my hardness inside you. I want you. I want to fuck you. Are you ready?”
“Oh yes, please. Take me, fuck me.”
Yes the new big thing seems to be reading or writing about meeting a billionaire or two and falling in love. I haven't taken a survey, but I'm sure you've noticed the dramatic upsurge of romance books with the word Billionaire in the title. Why not? Go for the gusto! Why settle for a millionaire or even a multimillionaire when there are Billionaires. After all according to a recent Forbes magazine article there are a whopping 1426 Billionaires in the world. That's a whopping one two millionth of us.
In other words out of every two million people one of them is a Billionaire. Pretty exciting isn't it. It's like there's a billionaire around every corner. Hmm. (scratching my head) But what do they look like? And where do you go to meet one of these 1426 millionaires?
Well, before we go any farther, I better tell you that of the 1426 Billionaires, only 72 are single."
I know, I know, you're crushed, probably easier to hit a mega, blockbuster, billion dollar power ball jackpot, but nobody said it would be easy, except in fiction. Nevertheless, 72 world wide Billionaires is still a Billionaire for every hundred million people. Just think, next time you go to one of those fifty thousand dollar a plate charity dinners or you're invited to the grand ball at the most exclusive country club in your area someone might point out one of those elusive Billionaires. The only trouble is unless you like women or unless you're gay it may not do you any good, because a good portion, up to a third, of the single Billionaires like men.
But don't fret. That still leaves 48 eligible bachelors, and a few of them are decent looking and under seventy, like New York city Mayor Bloomberg, who's only 67. Of course there are forty-seven other eligible bachelors spread around the world.
What did you expect? I said in the world. A couple of them aren't bad looking either, like the one in Moscow or Rio de Janeiro and right in New York City.
I know what you're thinking, you don't like the odds so the first Billionaire you meet, man or woman, gay or not, married or not, you are going to beguile them and make them fall in love with you, even if you have to be…a home-wrecker.
Easier said than done. They are already in love. Not with their wives or partners, though they may be that too. They are in love with their money. Money is what frames them. Money is what drives them and good luck getting them to part with it to get rid of trophy wife number two so they can marry you, trophy wife number three.
So the next time you pick up one of these Billionaire books think about it. It may be easier to get hit by lightning in two different places at the same time or to meet a Polar Bear in the Amazon Jungle than meeting a hunky, available Billionaire this side of Alpha Centauri.
Now for a little PROMO WORK on one my latest releases:
AMAZON Buy Link: A Dangerous Game. http://amzn.to/19DCegK
Blurb
A Dangerous Game is a complex story covering thirty years in the life of a woman, who at seventeen hit a low point when her father discovers she's pregnant and throws her out of the house. Gritty and spirited, Loretta Bishop, after a stint in an Elko brothel, ends up as a Vegas cocktail waitress, making the best of her situation in life.
Over the years, many men and lovers pass through her life, but three stand out: Vinnie, a slick Four Queens pit boss, Gary, a young, impressionable co-worker, and last, Bobby, a handsome, college student.
Seventeen years Bobby’s senior, Loretta is tasked, one night, with taking the unassuming, modest, pretty boy under her wing and turning him into a ladies' man. At first Bobby seems like a fun boy toy, but when Loretta falls in love with him and he asks her to marry him, Loretta flees in panic.
Now on his own it’s up to Bobby to put the methods Loretta has taught him to practical use. Will he succeed and parlay his new talents into love, wealth and power?
A Dangerous Game
SEXY STORY EXCERPT
The driver spoke. “Need a ride? Hop in. Jill, why don’t you get in back with Amy?”
Jill opened the door stepped out, smiled coyly and hopped in back. I got in and before I knew it I was being taken for a ride by… “Hi, I’m Babbet but everyone calls me Baby.” Her broad smile revealed perfect white teeth. “I’ll drop my sister and her friend off at the pajama party first, then I’ll take you wherever you want.”
I chuckled. “You’re very kind.” And hot. “Excuse me for laughing but my name is Bobby. Bobby and Baby sound a little strange together.”
Baby peeled off the shoulder like Loretta had minutes before, and the tires screeched from the traction of pavement. Looking me up and down, Baby said, “I dunno, sounds kind of promising to me.”
Baby was medium height and slight of build. She had warm brown eyes behind long lashes. Her light brown hair was tied at the top of her head, giving a fountain effect, enhanced by loose ringlets framing her pretty face.
She’s coming on to me. Do something. After Jill and Amy leave.
“So how old are you, Baby?”
“I’m nineteen. I’m an education major at UNLV.”
“We have something in common. I go to UNLV also—Hotel Administration.”
After dropping the party goers off, Baby headed back in the general direction I'd been hiking. “Where to?”
“My Apartment. Drive toward Sandhill. I’ll give you directions from there.”
Baby was thinking. I heard her sigh as she took a deep breath. “You don’t have to go straight home. We could go somewhere?”
I knew it, she is coming on. I couldn’t help but smile. “Like where?”
“We could get a drink,” she said, her voice quivering slightly.
“I thought you were nineteen?”
“I have ID.” She asked hopefully? “Do you want to?”
Using her term, I said, “Sounds promising, but I better get home.”
The smile on her face morphed to consternation. “So you have a girlfriend? Is that why you do don’t want to do something?”
“My girlfriend and I have an open relationship.”
“Wow! Really? What was your fight about?”
“I called her a whore?”
Baby’s lips pursed and her eyebrows dipped. “Why, is she one?”
Studying Baby, I watched for her reaction. “Not that I know of. For some reason, I was pissed because she fucked my best friend.” Baby blanched. “Sorry about the language. I have no reason to be mad, because it happened way before I met her, yet it ticked me off.”
At my direction, she turned south on Sandhill Rd. I could tell she was thinking. “So how come you didn’t want to do something with me?”
“Turn here. That’s it. Pull over.”
She pulled in and shut the engine off. Baby half-turned toward me in her seat and lifted her right leg up, resting her foot on the console. She’d made her move; now it was my turn. Obviously the girl liked me. Should I give her a go? Why not?
Baby wore a red bikini, a matching floral cover up and flip-flop sandals. Not much to take off. “I want to do something with you, all right. Just not get a drink.”
She turned as red as her swimsuit. Desire and apprehension fought a battle for her facial features. Taking a deep breath, obviously nervous, she squeaked, “What then?”
She knew well. She just wanted me to say it. I leaned over the console in her direction, and my hand journeyed the two feet separating us. My forefinger flittered through one of her ringlets. She closed her eyes as the back of my hand stroked her smooth cheek.
She looked down but didn’t say anything as my fingers unbuttoned the lone fastener of her cover-up. As I pulled one flap of the garment to the side, I said, “Oh, I think you know what I want to do with you.”
She closed her eyes once more. I moved the other flap of the garment. “And you want me to do it. Don’t you?”
She must have been picturing what she wanted me to do to her, because with her eyes still closed, her lips began to quiver. I quietly unzipped my fly and freed my now erect penis. I bent closer to her ear and purred. “I didn’t want to waste time getting drinks.” My fingers traveled back and forth over her quivering red lips. She closed her pretty eyes and sighed, invitingly parting her lips as she did, jutting her bottom lip out slightly. My fore and middle fingers pulled the pouty lip downward, then slid across her perfect white teeth. At the same time, I took her hand and placed it on my shaft.
She jerked. She opened her eyes and yearningly gazed at it. When she parted her teeth, my fingers darted in. Her lips closed around them as they moved in and out. Breathing deeply she started moving her hand up and down my erection. I smiled when I noticed the growing wet spot on her bikini bottoms. Removing my fingers from her mouth, I pulled her top up above one of her modest-sized breasts. Her perky stand-out nipple drew my mouth like a magnet. Baby groaned when my lips alighted on her nipple and began sucking.
Now slouching leaning fully against her car door, she’d draped her nice legs across the inconvenient console and my left leg. Fingers replaced my mouth on her tit so I could concentrate on her wet pussy.
She stiffened as my fingers slipped under her wet suit bottom and teased her swollen clit. I whispered, “I want to take you to my apartment and remove all of your clothing so I can ravish you. I want to stick my hardness inside you. I want you. I want to fuck you. Are you ready?”
“Oh yes, please. Take me, fuck me.”
