Hi Guys and Gals
My good friend Abigail Andrews has a new book and audiobook now available. Just wanted you to know.
Here is the opener:
This is my diary entry for: Sunday 20th February
Nothing happened today.
My name is Carrie White and I've had a strange career up to now. I was a bit of a wild child and moved to the smoke when I hit 18. Living in a remote country village in Cornwall was not really my style. I'd been living with my grandparents since coming to the UK from Africa where I'd been born. My parents were still there but they didn't think it was a suitable environment for me as I approached school age.
I left Cornwall and travelled to London. No friends and nowhere to live but enough money to see me through for a month. I'm quite an extrovert so I was happy on my own and approaching people to get what I wanted. I'd never been a wilting violet and was loud and showy. I guess you'd call me an extrovert. But what you need to know that I might have been the Belle of the Ball, the center of attention, but I was still a virgin at 18.
Today was a quiet relaxing Sunday so I’m writing about how my sexual adventures began, six years ago.
I’m now 24 but I’ve been like this since my 18th birthday when I was seduced by Richard who was much older and loved younger women. Well women who are between 18 and 22, any size, any shape and anywhere – so he said. We had a wild 3 days together. I learned more than any 18 year old should know about the art of sex and how to please a man.
I was 18 years old, well 18 years and 4 months to be exact. But I’d stopped saying years and months when I was about four. Now I’m 24 and so much has happened in those six years that I feel it’s been more like 16!!
My name is Carrie White and I’ve had a strange career up to now. I was a bit of a wild child and moved to the smoke when I hit 18. Living in a remote country village in Cornwall was not really my style. I’d been living with my grandparents since coming to the UK from Africa where I’d been born. My parents were still there but they didn’t think it was a suitable environment for me as I approached school age.
I left Cornwall and travelled to London. No friends and nowhere to live but enough money to see me through for a month. I’m quite an extrovert so I was happy on my own and approaching people to get what I wanted. I’d never been a wilting violet and was loud and showy. I guess you’d call me an extrovert. But what you need to know that I might have been the Belle of the Ball, the centre of attention, but I was still a virgin at 18.
I stayed in a cheap hotel on the Bayswater Road for 2 nights. It was a doss-house. Well actually it was like a knocking-shop except the guests were couples who might stay for a couple of hours or overnight. I was busy looking for a job and spent time in the “lounge” as it was called; it was the ground floor rooms just opened up into a dining room and lounge area with small bar. Couples came in and it was usually older guys with young girls, about my age, all with too much make-up and cheap clothes, looking tarted up. Some had a drink then went to their room.
I think the owners had wanted something different and it was decorated like the Arabian Nights, there were old leather suitcases covered in travel stickers from the past, there were Arabian style artifacts, probably cheap repros and rugs on the walls. It must have once had a certain charm but time had jaded and faded the place.
My room was quite small, and followed the Arabian theme. There was a cheap corner shower and a wash-basin. The wardrobe and dressing table looked like it had come straight out of a junk shop, chipped, wooden, varnished with cup rings on the dressing table. I checked and double checked the sheets, wondering if the room had been used earlier that day by a copulating couple. I was happy to see there were no stains, the sheets smelt fresh, if in need of an extra ironing, and the pillows were ok too. There was a spicy incense smell throughout the hotel and I found on the first morning that joss sticks were burning, probably part of the theme.
I’d signed in with a young girl at reception but me the owner later in the day. He was an Arab called Ali, wearing a shabby suit, shirt and tie. I imagined he thought himself a real magnet but he was oily in the way he talked to me. I wouldn’t have trusted him out of
sight. But I was here now; I carried the important things like my driving license and passport and debit card, so I wasn’t too worried. And it was cheap. I found out the young girl worked there did everything from cooking breakfast, cleaning through and working as receptionist. Ali, the owner talked to her quite harshly and that worried me. But I soon found out that’s the way Arabs talk to all women.
Ali would be in for a shock if he tried anything with me. . . now listen to the audio-book and enjoy as this turns into a hot and steamy three days with Carrie at 18 years old and Richard in his mid forties, and how he found her and trained her in all things sexual.
also available on Kindle
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Jim
The advert stood out like a streaker on Lord’s Cricket ground on a swelteringly hot summer day and a match day with packed terraces. “Are you ready to serve and be served as a gourmet feast for 3 insatiable gentlemen . . .?”
