F*cking Books [Late-night reading advised]
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				Title: <strong>F*cking Books [Late-night reading advised]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>10-06-2017, 06:10:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/90/4a/21/904a21c068bd45efddfcbe05a853419c.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>His touch was toxic, hogtying her better senses and his words were like little drops of ecstasy. <br><br>She felt trapped. Her lungs demanded air, but she found herself unable to supply any. Her feet begged for relief, knees set to buckle and yet she couldn't let them, He had asked - whispered, really - her not to. <br><br>Breathless, against the bathroom door, staring into eyes that gleamed with predatory intent, she heard her husband knocking on the other side. "Honey, is everything okay?"<br><br>"I'll j-just be.. ah.. ah.. Jesus..." she stammered feeling herself being filled by another man. "Ohh God, gimme a few more minutes, please!"</em><br></span><br></span>Cal Rayner put down the manuscript with a smile no less torrid than the man he was reading about must have wielded.to make the President's wife break from her vows. The narrative was, clearly, powerful. It will linger in the reader's mind, cropping up when their mind wandered at work and trigger their appetite for more. Some will vilify the graphic nature of the content and, of course, unwittingly contribute to its record-breaking sales. The majority, he hoped, would be left gasping for the sequel.<br><br>He took out his phone and dialled the author. "Diana, It's Cal. I've just started reading the new chapters and I have to say you've outdone yourself. Yes, oh yes, Please feel free to highlight all things taboo, yeah? Let him seduce the damn nuclear codes off of her if he needs to.<br><br>"Anyway, I'll have a focus group take a gander and let you know how things go. I'm glad you've let go of your inhibitions, love. Have fun writing more. By now, and oh, welcome to Fucking Books." <div class="floatright">(https://2b68af77a0-custmedia.vresp.com/842e9051e8/Google%20HQ%204%202.jpg)</div><br><br>He clicked the phone off and set it aside on his desk, which was the only piece of furniture in the room. It will become a corner office in a building that will look quite imposing but for now it was filled with less than the bare essentials. Cal could imagine the bustle, the non-stop chatter, the yelps of triumph and curses of agony. He felt proud to be heading something he believed in even if it was to do battle against convention itself. After all, smut, and the broadcast of it, has no place in this world, except in the minds of every living being every second of the day. If porn could turn a profit, so could he. <br><br>But several things needed to go right and to make sure they did, he needed to visit his team again and check in on their progress. Last he heard, they had found a new young writer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: F*cking Books [Late-night reading advised]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>hernameisbanks</strong> on <strong>11-06-2017, 23:23:52</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://s16.pixxxels.org/3qpmw8rtt/IMG_1428.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">It had started with an out of the blue phone call that had resulted in a very long, often times argumentative conversation. It was almost habitual at this point to argue, because when you were good at your career it seeped into your life. Not to mention, her points were valid. Between "It's been a while." and " I can't just pack up and leave. ", there was a rebuttal for everything she even attempted to suggest before with a fierce eye roll and a breathy sigh, she gave him an " I'll think about it. " Usually, that meant no.<br><br>But she debated it with herself. And with Cal again, because he was stubborn and seemed to absolutely hate anything close to the word no. <em>You're not even spoiled anymore, just rotten. </em> Until finally, he got the answer he was looking for, and she hated that she could just hear him smiling from behind the phone. The day for her to fly out had come and went however, because upon stopping by to see one of her dear friends, Morrigan Reid had struck pure gold. Pure, thigh clenching gold. Her friend had left her laptop just sitting here, the cursor in Microsoft Word just blinking at her like a downed traffic light, signaling her to proceed with caution. And by the time her friend had gotten out of the shower, Morrigan was grinning that familiar grin when she had already built the foundation of a good argument.<br><br>From what Cal had said, Fucking Books needed. . Well, people. What a great idea it was to bring one in particular, and after a day or two of convincing, the two women had plane tickets. <strong>" Cal, I'm bringing a friend. "</strong> In no time they had packed their bags and after a lot of convincing, Morrigan was holding her friend's hand and pulling her along through the airport for a new. . <em>Adventure</em>. Law school had come natural for the fiery redhead, a natural at proving people wrong had turned into making a career out of it. Naturally built with a thick skin, it was her outspoken nature that even gained her s friendship with Bunni, grinning softly as she looked over at her still apprehensive friend. <strong>" It'll be fine. You know I'm not into lying just to make someone happy. Your writing is great and let's face it, you're the one in control here Bunni. "</strong> If she didn't like it, they could leave.<br><br>Directing the cab to the address given, the pair chatted along the way, Morrigan let her eyes move over the husk of a building with an immediately raised brow. This had Cal written all over it. At least there were windows, but from the wide open receptionist space, she could see it was bare bones in there, black heels clicking softly as she stood and smoothed the dark green material of her dress over her thighs. The length settling just above her knees and hugging those naturally tanned curves, Morrigan moved with a glance back at Bunni into the building. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: F*cking Books [Late-night reading advised]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lulu</strong> on <strong>17-06-2017, 07:41:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/1aad7630e23ef32a4f3301c57d6d588b/tumblr_od8cay2kyG1vx79cko1_1280.jpg)</div><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">You would think that you could trust people not to snoop in your stuff right? That's what Bunni Gray thought about her friend, Morrigan. So when she left her laptop open with the evidence plain on the screen, she really hadn't expected to be found out. It was something so simple really. She was only just like 10 minutes. As long as it took for her to shower. That was all that it took. One stupid rushed shower later and she was shamefully exposed. And the shame was real. <br><br>As Bunni thought about it, she really had to wonder if she hadn't allowed it to happen. Mebbi she had been stupid to leave her latest work open, just waiting to be read. And mebbi there was a small portion of her that had <em>wanted</em> her friend to totally invade her privacy and expose her darkest secret. Bunni had a very dark secret. A big one. One that consumed her entire life. Her entire soul even. It was something that she lived to work on. Her life's greatest work. <br><br>Bunni was a writer.<br><br>Not just any writer though. She lived to create (and read) romance novels! Not just your typical bodice-ripping fair either. True, there were plenty bodices to be ripped in her stories. However, that wasn't the only thing she liked to write. There were stories as innocent as beginning lovers and debased as some of the kinkiest fantasies you could ever dream of reading. Bunni wrote it all. No fantasy, for the most part, was left untouched by her dirty dirty mind. It was something she tried really hard to keep her chest. Even as she sat in the cab with her friend, clutching her laptop to her chest. The entire trip was nerve-wracking! Somehow, Morrigan had used her lawyer mojo to convince Bunni that the trip was worth it. This was the opportunity of a lifetime! Bunni was still getting used to the fact that someone knew her secret.<br><br><strong>" It'll be fine. You know I'm not into lying just to make someone happy. Your writing is great and lets' face it, you're the one in control here Bunni. "</strong><br><br>Bunni stuck her tongue out at her friend, sitting beside her. So mature. <strong>"I don't feel in control!"</strong> She whined. <strong>"In fact I feel incredibly like I was coerced into this whole thing!"</strong> The dark haired girl pulled her laptop closer to her chest. It held her most recent work, though she did prefer to write everything down in composite notebooks. She had several packed in her bag. Her favorite stories. One was a story about a girl who was discovering herself sexually for the first time. Another <em>was</em> a bodice-ripping affair between a servant girl and the master of the house. There were several others as well with varying degrees of kink. All of them struck a specific button within the girl who had written them. She had included them in hopes of showing her range of...flexibility. <br><br>Bunni's knees bounced as they sat in the cab, evidence of her anxiety. <strong>"Do you really think they're any good?"</strong> She asked for what had to be the millionth time. Million and a half, easy. <strong>"Do you think that they'll mind that they're um...unfinished?"</strong> Bunni sucked on her bottom lip. It was one of the biggest thoughts on her mind. Would they like her stories? Were they really any good? Would they mind that they lacked specific key points to the story? She hummed in nervousness. This was going to be an adventure for sure. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: F*cking Books [Late-night reading advised]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merry Gentry</strong> on <strong>29-06-2017, 02:44:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/DtbW8aA.jpg)</div><br>Piper Bradley shielded her eyes from the bright sun and glanced at her phone.&nbsp; Scrolling through the text messages to be sure she had the right address. “this is it” she murmured to herself, looking around to confirm that she was indeed in the right place.&nbsp; &nbsp;The message was just typical of Cal, <em>1257 Maple St.&nbsp; Get your ass over here</em>&nbsp; an address with a demand to come visit the new place this week.&nbsp; She had tried to call him, but he hadn't answered.&nbsp; She did have some measure of trust in his demands.&nbsp; They usually lead to interesting escapades of all sorts. This however, was not what she was expecting at all.&nbsp; <br><br>The building itself was nondescript, brick and two story.&nbsp; On the edge of downtown in a affluent section.&nbsp; Having some knowledge of his business idea, she wasn't quite sure this location was going to work out at all.&nbsp; Not to mention, the building currently looked uninhabited.&nbsp; Since this was apparently the correct address, she shrugged, tossed her phone back into her bag and grabbed the door to step inside out of the sunshine.<br>&nbsp;<br>The lobby of the office building was empty, confirming her initial assessment. Just a simple desk and a phone off to one side, waiting for someone, anyone to take up residence. Even a potted plant of some sort would be a welcome addition to this stark space.&nbsp; There was a metal sign behind the desk proudly displaying a logo that looked to be an abstract starburst of some sort.&nbsp; All shiny with the words F*cking Books barely discernible, but embedded in the grey design, if one knew what to look for. <br>&nbsp;<br>“Hello?” she called out softly, then realizing that it would have been nearly impossible for anyone to hear her, she called out again louder this time. “Hello!? ......Cal are you here?” she stepped into the building a bit more, her heels sounding exceptionally loud on the tile floor of the empty lobby area.&nbsp; He had said he would be here, and this was obviously the right place, given the sign.&nbsp; So where the hell was he?
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				Title: <strong>Re: F*cking Books [Late-night reading advised]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>30-06-2017, 00:16:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/90/4a/21/904a21c068bd45efddfcbe05a853419c.jpg)</div> Cal was usually a better host. Attentive, but never preening. Jovial, but rarely silly. He had the knack to make each of his audience feel like they were the only ones in the room with him. It had been a fine tool, giving him reprieve from a 9 to 5 existence and access to a world far grander. He had been popular at school, but few suspected he was also responsible for the weekly graffiti that vilified every form of authority in that building. He was worshiped in college, with few even aware that he was the leader of an underground ring that facilitated everything from cheating on a paper to smuggling in drugs. <br><br>Straddling the ridge of propriety had been amusing to Cal. But slowly, he began to realise the times that he wanted to be good were simply so that when his mood changed, the contrast was all the more compelling. The first girl he ever fucked nearly lost her voice screaming her surprise into the night. His guidance counselor was willing to leave her husband for him (and of course his stash). But to savour such experiences to the fullest, he also had to present the picture of a man who would never indulge in such extracurricular activities. No one, save his closest friends, knew who he really was. A devil, through and through. <br><br>The theme of a double life continued to his early days as an employee of the city. He was, officially, a liaison between the courts and the police force but, for a price, he could make the right people look the wrong way. It was there that he met most of the people with whom he has shared great kinship with. Luckily, they were also among the most influential cats in town. Most helpful for a new entrepreneur. This building, for example, was the gift of a leading real estate magnet. Nearly complete. Located at the posh side of the block. And acquired at a poker table. <br><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/4b02d9bda1a1e3a2d4be51b301b518bf/tumblr_mkmp1tFNdc1rq4c0mo1_500.gif)</div> Cal had learnt rather early in life that he could work people. And now he was going to use that skill to change the world. <br><br>Publishing, however, does seem a bit of an odd investment for a man like him, doesn't it? But even there he had his niche worked out. You see, he wasn't really keen to venture into the mainstream, at least not yet. There was a far more lucrative foothold into the empire. Erotic writing. <br><br>It has immense potential - simply because too many people curb their natural instincts and are therefore desperate for an outlet of any kind - but it's been neglected, cast aside like porn's ugly cousin. Well, not anymore. A smirk bloomed across his face as he lifted himself from out of his thoughts, and finally heard that he had a visitor. <br><br>"Piper. Hi. Come on up, I'm over here, at the lovely little corner office I always knew I'd get for myself." He stepped out into the incomplete hallway looking ever so pleased with himself. "We do have more company coming, by the way. Morrigan's texted that she has found us a star," he slid in close, eschewing all professional boundaries, tilting his head so his lips would find her exposed neck. "Mmm... and as such you can imagine my... excitement..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: F*cking Books [Late-night reading advised]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merry Gentry</strong> on <strong>09-08-2017, 04:47:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/DtbW8aA.jpg)</div><br>She wasn't sure what to expect when she had agreed to meet him at his new place, but she was pretty sure it wasn't this.&nbsp; Coffee maybe? A little lunch perhaps.&nbsp; Certainly a tour of the new place, check out the offices see what she could contribute to the decor.&nbsp; She thought she had an eye for it, if he wanted her help of course.&nbsp; &nbsp; Not that she didn't mind being pinned against the wall, given the right circumstances.&nbsp; &nbsp;His lips on her neck were persistent and sending the most enjoyable shivers of excitement along her frame.&nbsp; <br><br>"Cal" she replied, his name coming out in a soft sigh and without the force she wanted.&nbsp; She attempted to try again, this time her voice almost sounded normal even to her own ears.&nbsp; "Cal..." she said, placing her hands on his shoulders in a feeble attempt to make him stop.&nbsp; Did she really want him to stop? she wasn't sure, yet. <br><br>"If you're having new office staff arriving shortly, should we be doing this? here?" she exhaled softly once more, her eyes closing in pleasure as his lips continued their kisses, his teeth grazing the skin of her neck.&nbsp; He completely ignored her and continue with his continuous kissing, the only change where his hands.&nbsp; He slowly reached up to pull hers from his shoulders only to pin them against the wall above her head.&nbsp; Effectively keeping her captive and right where he wanted her.&nbsp; <br><br>"you are... " more kisses along her neckline "quite incorrigible"&nbsp; more kisses along her ear, his breath warm and sensual against her.&nbsp; &nbsp;"how am I ... " pausing mid sentence to gasp out loud in response to him biting her neck&nbsp; &nbsp;"going to meet co-workers like this?" stifling a soft moan as he did it once more.&nbsp; 
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