Friday, September 27, 2013

Horny Devil Friday Presents Katie Greyson







Sleep/Bath Interrupted by Katie Greyson
Duncan Towers, a high class condo community where the glass exterior of the building gives the residents an uninhibited view of the city and the opportunity for some of the city to have a nice risqué view of them too.
The cool, clean façade of Duncan Towers is about to get steamed up with two stories revolving around a few of the inhabitants.
 Tired of the stresses of her career and the badgering of her mother, Joyce hides away in her bath tub with a glass of wine. Certain that her life can be just as fulfilling as a single woman rather than one in a relationship, she takes things into her own hands – literally. Or at least that was the plan until she looked up and found her ex fling, John Chase, standing in her bathroom doorway. Just how steamy will the bathroom become now?
 Michael Winters, is completely and utterly in love with his roommate Anthony Stone. But Michael believes that he will never be good enough to be loved as passionately as he feels for the other man.
Until one late night lying in bed after a torturous dinner with Anthony, Michael dreams of being with the only man he’s ever loved... but is it really a dream?
Come along as you become a voyeur and discover that being wealthy may be great but hot, steamy sex is so much, much better!



Diary of a Lesbian Nymphomaniac by Katie Graysen
The clichés of a diary are all true.  You write in it, lie in it, and then you get bored of it after a while.  Not mine.
My diary is the air you breathe, a necessity of life.  It’s a place where I can take off my mask and escape judgment, so I can get my Lesbian Nymphomaniac freak on....
Want a glimpse?
Buy Link: http://hornydevilpublishing.com/Diary_of_a_Lesbian..html
 




The First Time
January 1, 2011
Dear Diary,
My mother gave me this diary as a way to organize my thoughts and let things go. Something I can pour my feelings into, as I’ve been informed that I’m crappy with telling people how I feel or what I think. Small steps. So here I sit, in my bedroom alone, and I don’t know what it is I’m supposed to say. Do I tell you about my crappy day at work, where my boss hit on me? Do I tell you about the fight I had with my dad once again regarding smoking? Do I tell you about the girl I had sex with three nights ago?
Maybe sex is as good a place to start as any other is. My first ever kiss with a girl was from Kathleen Shankman seven years ago. Our fathers work at the same bank and we had stumbled into each other at a large company family picnic. We were the oldest ‘children’ at the shindig, and referred to as such despite the fact that we were both twenty-one. Instantly we banded together. It was the two of us against… well, everyone at Reid Park.
We sat behind some low bushes near the man-made pond, laughing and talking about boys as we drank sodas. It’d been a hot summer day, both of us sweating, wearing barely anything at all, just our tank tops and booty shorts. I’ll still never understand what had possessed me to buy shorts that had ‘Juicy’ written across the ass.
Even now, years later, I’m not sure what happened. I only remember thinking I liked her perfume, and the way her long blonde hair shifted in the breeze to fall over her shoulder. The curly golden tendrils swayed around her perky breasts, her laughter tinkling through the air. One moment I was just staring, the next my lips were fused to hers. She jumped a little, but then she instantly relaxed, her mouth opening for me.
It felt like hours as we sat there, our tongues dueling and lips brushing lightly against each other’s mouths. There were soft moans and light sighs, hands slowly moving over soft, warm skin. My thumb skimmed across the top of her exposed breast that peeked from the top of her tank, her breath catching, and my heart beating faster.
Pulling out of the kiss, little did I know that one moment was to become THE defining moment in my life. She whispered my name, Bethany, and I knew with every fiber in my being, that girls were just it for me. Never in my young life had I been moved as much, as I was with that one single kiss. Sexual exploration in our youth is expected, but this was epiphany level shit that I just couldn’t, and wouldn’t ignore.
Kathleen jumped up from the grass and briskly walked away a moment later. I cried about her abrupt departure once I was home and alone in my room, but later I came to see it as a pattern in my life. 


The women I share the most intimate things with, the ones that hold a tiny part of my soul, always walk away.


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