An
erotic collection of shorts stories by best-selling authors with a central
theme of voyeurism in Las Vegas.
What
happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas? Not anymore…
High
above the Las Vegas strip, at the top of Skylane Tower, the rooms come with one
special amenity; a high powered telescope. When a group of erotica writers
descend on Sin City for their annual conference, the voyeurs witness first hand,
that some authors live by the adage, ‘write what you know’.
A
woman’s curiosity is piqued as she observes a beautiful stranger being bound in
silky red rope. A man scouting for new sex slaves, watches as an elegant woman
gets more than her hands dirty. A prostitute pulls a switch - sending her lover
out on a call. A simple slip of the hand, causes a case of mistaken room
identity and a linen closet at a nearby hotel, sees more action than all of
them combined. And that is just the beginning…
They
say perception is reality. Is what the Voyeur sees through their spyglass just
a fantasy; on which side of the lens would you like to be?
Except:
I boarded the plane home from the
annual erotic writers conference positively buzzing with excitement. Anxious to
see my sweetie and begin working on some stories, I was cueing up music on my
iPod when my seatmate appeared, a tallish man, in his mid 30’s I guessed,
looking rather conservative in khaki pants, a golf shirt, and expensive
loafers. Nice watch, no wedding ring, and well-toned arms, I noticed. He stowed
his carry-on, folded himself in the aisle seat next to me, and promptly began
sending texts on his phone, barely acknowledging my presence.
I wasn’t insulted by his actions. I
travel alone fairly well and making small talk with strangers isn’t necessarily
my forte. Once the plane was taking off and he had to turn off his cell phone,
my seatmate turned towards me.
Hi
he said.
Hi
I answered. Did you have a nice time in
Las Vegas?
Yeah
was his reply. Did you?
I told him it was my first time there
and that I found it rather interesting.
OK.
He turned to face forward. Figuring that would be the end of the conversation,
I pulled a magazine from the seat pocket in front of me and began flipping
through it. Suddenly he turned towards me again. What were you there for? he asked. I looked up from my magazine. A conference, I answered and went back
to reading.
What
kind of conference?
A
writing conference, I replied, still thumbing through the
magazine.
Really?
You’re a writer? After his one word answers, it seemed
that now he wanted to chat. What do you
write?
And this, my friends, is always the choice
point. Do I make up some kind of safe, generic response or do I risk telling a
total stranger what I really write about? I took a deep breath, looked him
straight in the face and replied.
I
write erotica, I said, suddenly feeling rather bold,
being that I was fresh from the
gathering of erotic authors.
His eyes grew wide and he smirked
slightly. Really? What magazine do you write for?
I
don’t write for magazines. I am published on the ‘net and in ebook anthologies.
He looked at me again. What kind of stories do you write?
I
write mostly write about lesbian relationships, with the occasional hetero
story thrown in, I answered.
Really?
he asked, looking me up and down.
Yes,
really. I could see the wheels turning in his head and decided
attempting to redirect the conversation might be a good idea at this point.
And
what brought you to Las Vegas? I countered.
Oh,
I was there on business, he replied. The work I do requires me to pretty much travel non-stop. I’m home
every now and again, but it seems like hotels are where I really live. I’ve
been doing it for years now. It seems to suit me.
We chatted a bit more about the
pleasures and perils of being on the road and a few other items of worthy of
small talk. Eventually the conversation became stilted, as small talk often
does. He excused himself and got up out of his seat to go to the bathroom.
I was untangling the cord to the
headset of my iPod when my seatmate returned and settled back down. He looked
at me once more.
Erotic
lesbian short stories? You know, I have an ex who would love to meet you,
he said, before closing his eyes and falling asleep.
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