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?
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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