So, 2001 was coming to a close, and I was just about finished with the work I was doing on the house. The final touches on the wine cellar were still being worked on, but I thought it would be deliciously anti-subversive to celebrate my first Winter with a more traditional event, so I invited Aiyana over for a holiday feast. She just lived on the other side of the creek, and neither of us had any family around, so it seemed like a great opportunity.

 

We exchanged gifts.

 

 

And decorated the tree.

 

 

And cooked a festive meal together.

 

 

And then got a little cozy.

 

 

Actually, a lot cozy.

 

 

All in all, a spectacular Winterfest if you ask me.

 

Then, after the new year, I was asked to do a follow-up with Erin Emerald. We'd hit it off before (no hanky-panky, strictly professional, remember), but now she was about to have her first feature film released, so I went to check it out. It was a period piece. I honestly found it quite boring, but I had to admit that, objectively, she was very good.

 

 

Although I was starting to wonder why she was involved in so many sword-fighting scenes. I guess she was being typecast as a fencer? Anyway, rumors were still floating around about a torrid romance between her and a certain famous musician. I'm not sure if I'm allowed to name him in this book, but you all know who he is.

 

 

You also know that he had a reputation as quite a man-whore.

 

 

I was curious if he had corrupted our young, rising starlet. I wasn't the writer on this one, remember. Just doing background. But I was supposed to soften her up, get the story just enough to see if she'd spill the beans on the record.

 

But she didn't want to talk about him at all. She just picked up where we left off, and we talked about literature, and my new ranch. I let her be the first person to sample my wine I was working on, which wasn't great, but it was still acceptable.

 

 

After sampling the wine, she asked to see the cellar, even though it was unfinished, and she noticed I had included an underground pool. I don't know how it happened, but in a flash, we were naked and in the water, and she was on me.

 

 

The girl was a freak, no doubt about it. I couldn't imagine the dirty things she was doing with that pianist.

 

 

After we finished, we shared a shower, and she was on her way.

 

 

And I looked down at my notebook, and realized I hadn't taken a single note. The boss would be upset, but I wouldn't say the night was a total waste.

 

So, halfway through this chapter, I've scored twice with two different beautiful women, one of whom is, to put it mildly, famous. And yet, I know that's not why you're reading this section. You want to know about her. And that day. Which became a story that took both my fame and infamy to new levels. And the reason you can go on the internet and see pictures of my dick. Yes, that's really my dick, I'm happy to report. No stunt cocks or prosthetics for me. That was all my flesh.

 

So, what happened was this. Grace and Chad (aka BustyGrace and her partner/photographer) invited me over for that photoshoot I agreed to. They explained to me what they had in mind.

 

 

Which was a threesome. Grace wanted to take both me and Chad on camera at the same time. I wasn't entirely enthused. I'd never been involved in that kind of threesome before. But they were pros and knew how to keep it safe and slow at the beginning. At first I just sat there and watched her going down on Chad.

 

 

But once I got horny, I was open for just about anything, and soon, she was sucking us both off.

 

 

And then we were double-teaming her, one in the mouth, one in the pussy.

 

 

And switching back and forth.

 

 

And finally, we did something I can't imagine ever doing again: DP. We both fucked her at the same time.

 

 

I'm not going to lie. This was weird for me. We were both fucking a woman - a hot woman, mind you - but also, well, our dicks were touching. I'm still not sure how I feel about the whole thing. But I guess it was a hit on her website.

 

Eventually, we both positioned ourselves over her for the big finale, and, well, by now you've probably already gone online and looked it up, so you know how it went. Let's just say she took an impressive amount of man nectar.

 

 

And that was my foray into porn. I knew immediately I wouldn't be doing it on the regular, but it was an interesting experience, and it certainly was going to make for a killer story.

 

That same day, almost within minutes of walking back into my home, I got a call from Daria.

 

 

Her platoon was shipping out to Simlanistan or whatever as part of the Great War on Foreigners. Her bunkmates were busy at the whorehouse getting one last nut in.

 

 

But she was just working out her anxiety in the gym.

 

 

She promised to call me when she could get time on the sat phones, and I wished her luck.