Saturday, August 13, 2011

Excerpt from NEW BOOK SHAME, Love, Lies & Lust

SARAH GREEN: The Socialite

My name is Sarah Green. I am a mother, wife and a friend of very few. I am married to a wealthy man whom I fell deeply in love with 10 years ago. Although I love my husband, I also hate what we have become. Our marriage has taken on a form of its own. He lives his life and I've created mine; financially we come together. Yes, he brought me a long way from the streets of San Francisco. A long way that I will never go back to. Sometimes it's a sad and lonely existence, but one that is remedied by small doses of cocaine and prescription marijuana.
I know my husband is having an affair. Any woman who claims she doesn't know when her man is seeking pleasures from another woman, is silly, uninvolved and should be cheated on. In this particular situation, I know he is having an affair because I set the whole thing up. He is having an affair with a man who is now a woman, and a beautiful woman at that. I know that my husband is weak. He only has power in the board room. Every where else he is a frail little boy waiting to be rescued by a blow job that's tainted with love. I guess I could yell, scream and be mad that he took the bait, but that would also mean that I would be surprised and right now I am not. She keeps him busy while I do what I want. With all this money, I do more than just shop. I make full use of my time and body.....

AMANDA RAE JONES: The Vixen


.....my step-father was a baptist preacher and my mother was a fool. He screwed everyone from the church secretary to the mother's of the church, all in the name of God. He also fathered two children with two different women. Women my mother brought into the church. Yes, she stayed and continued to praise God on the front left pew of the church every Sunday as if nothing was happening all around her. I guess if you do not acknowledge that something exist, then it probably really doesn't. She not only lived in denial she created it and rowed in it often in her little canoe. I guess it was a place of comfort for her. Her idea of being strong was not facing anything and going on with life like it was a perfect sunny day, even during a winter storm. I would have preferred her to be a drug addict that way at least she would be dealing with something. This denial thing is a silent killer and I believe at some point my mother began her silent death. It was a place that I never wanted to be . Religion and it's flaws, I had had enough. I grew up quick and empty. That's all you need to know, all that other shit in between is really none of your business.

KEVEN: The Gaysexual

I am a man who enjoys fucking men. I have a relationship with a woman who I adore sometimes, but there is something that a man gives me that she never will. There is an unfulfilled desire that is left lingering after I have been with a woman that is never there after I have been with a man. I am not sure if that makes me bi-sexual or just sexual. I have several children whom I have lost contact with and she has no idea that I have. Why bring up something you are not sure about. I have been in and out of jail so many times, that is seems like my second home. Every since I was 13 I have been trying to make it, just trying to hustle here and there.
.....When I meet Elizabeth she had a very nice smile. Her eyes were piercing and inviting. She was a nice curvy woman, although she seemed a little insecure about it, I loved that about her. Even in my least manly moments I needed a woman to hold on to. At first, we had good times and good sex. I liked being with her. She accepted me and all my misfortune, somewhere deep I loved her. But I knew that I needed him, I knew that whenever I would get out of jail we would be back at it. Something in me desired him more and her less.........

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