James Woods, in the woods
If you want to find out more about the steamy, salacious sex in 'Too Old to be a Hooker…Too Young to be a Madam' for your beach read, you'll have to buy my novel. These are just snippets to entice you! Elissa Eaton
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
JAMES WOODS, IN THE WOODS
BLAME IT ON MY BREASTS
Some women my age, or younger, ‘ve got breasts that look like a couple of mules hangin’ their heads over the top rail of a fence.
Tennessee Williams
It was a hot, muggy morning. The last day of summer. Soon autumn would paint her pallet with earthen hues of burnt amber and scarlet star-shaped leaves. Patrick and I had taken a drive to the end of the world, a barren wilderness called Saugus. Although I'd studied the Stanislavski method, I was a free-spirited, reckless, big city girl who loved to escape from conformity and with each job in the movies ended up wearing less and less.
After all I was a player in Hollywood, the heart of corruption, vulgarity and ridiculousness. Being a sexual radical, I loved bearing my robust breasts and terrorizing my conservative elitist family and future conquests along the way, but this was an exception. I was cast in an X-rated film as James Woods' floozy, boozy girlfriend Honey whom he pimps out to a truckload of wetbacks at a flophouse. The set was designed with harsh lighting, and my bare body scorched the screen.
Woods had a dark hidden raw sexuality and enough animal magnetism to match his star power. It was tasteful nudity and raunchy dialogue. My pimp was running the joint. One scene was shot in the woods. The actor was laughing while hosing me down.
‘Too Old to be a Hooker...Too Young to be a Madam’ is available at the following
Los Angeles Bookstores: Barnes & Noble The Grove, Barnes & Noble Third Street Promenade, Barnes & Noble Bookstar Studio City, Book Soup, Skylight Books, Vroman’s, The Canyon Country Store, amazon.com, Kindle and other online bookstores all over the globe.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
JAMES WOODS, IN THE WOODS
BLAME IT ON MY BREASTS
Some women my age, or younger, ‘ve got breasts that look like a couple of mules hangin’ their heads over the top rail of a fence.
Tennessee Williams
It was a hot, muggy morning. The last day of summer. Soon autumn would paint her pallet with earthen hues of burnt amber and scarlet star-shaped leaves. Patrick and I had taken a drive to the end of the world, a barren wilderness called Saugus. Although I'd studied the Stanislavski method, I was a free-spirited, reckless, big city girl who loved to escape from conformity and with each job in the movies ended up wearing less and less.
After all I was a player in Hollywood, the heart of corruption, vulgarity and ridiculousness. Being a sexual radical, I loved bearing my robust breasts and terrorizing my conservative elitist family and future conquests along the way, but this was an exception. I was cast in an X-rated film as James Woods' floozy, boozy girlfriend Honey whom he pimps out to a truckload of wetbacks at a flophouse. The set was designed with harsh lighting, and my bare body scorched the screen.
Woods had a dark hidden raw sexuality and enough animal magnetism to match his star power. It was tasteful nudity and raunchy dialogue. My pimp was running the joint. One scene was shot in the woods. The actor was laughing while hosing me down.
‘Too Old to be a Hooker...Too Young to be a Madam’ is available at the following
Los Angeles Bookstores: Barnes & Noble The Grove, Barnes & Noble Third Street Promenade, Barnes & Noble Bookstar Studio City, Book Soup, Skylight Books, Vroman’s, The Canyon Country Store, amazon.com, Kindle and other online bookstores all over the globe.
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