JamesSD
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"A man in a blue trench coat stopped walking. Rain poured off the rim of his hat. He glanced at the sign on the door of the building - Jones and Smith: Private Eyes. He turned the handle and entered. A blond woman of about 23 years sat behind a desk. The room was bare, except for a plant in the corner and four chairs.
"May I help you?" the receptionist cooed in a sultry voice.
"Yeah, I'm here to hire a detective!" the man snorted.
"You've come to the right place. Miss Jones and Miss Smith are two of L.A.'s top detectives!"
"Whoa! Miss Jones and Miss Smith? I didn't plan on dealin' with no dames. I made a policy long ago, broads ain't nothin' but trouble. I'm going to go find a real private dick!""
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So began my early "epic" work "Jade Statue", a convoluted tale fit for late night Cinemax I wrote sometime in my late teens, with a genuine pen and paper. You may be surprised to hear that Miss Jones and Smith are both slender yet busty, in their middle 20s, and pretty much sexually insatiable. Oddly, despite the 1920's film noir speech of the man in the above paragraph, he's actually a mid-90s FBI agent, who apparently knew Jones and Smith were the best PIs in LA yet didn't know they were women. That and his final line in the snippet sounds incredibly homosexual to my current eyes! He of course hires the PIs, who spend far more time frolicking in tiny bikinis on the beach and fucking everyone they encounter than actually working on the case.
What's impressive is just how many sex scenes I wrote, and how disappointingly short many of them are. Two short paragraphs from fully clothed to post-orgasmic!
Still, while I can certainly make fun of past me, it's an interesting window into the way I thought about sex and kinkiness back then.
"May I help you?" the receptionist cooed in a sultry voice.
"Yeah, I'm here to hire a detective!" the man snorted.
"You've come to the right place. Miss Jones and Miss Smith are two of L.A.'s top detectives!"
"Whoa! Miss Jones and Miss Smith? I didn't plan on dealin' with no dames. I made a policy long ago, broads ain't nothin' but trouble. I'm going to go find a real private dick!""
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So began my early "epic" work "Jade Statue", a convoluted tale fit for late night Cinemax I wrote sometime in my late teens, with a genuine pen and paper. You may be surprised to hear that Miss Jones and Smith are both slender yet busty, in their middle 20s, and pretty much sexually insatiable. Oddly, despite the 1920's film noir speech of the man in the above paragraph, he's actually a mid-90s FBI agent, who apparently knew Jones and Smith were the best PIs in LA yet didn't know they were women. That and his final line in the snippet sounds incredibly homosexual to my current eyes! He of course hires the PIs, who spend far more time frolicking in tiny bikinis on the beach and fucking everyone they encounter than actually working on the case.
What's impressive is just how many sex scenes I wrote, and how disappointingly short many of them are. Two short paragraphs from fully clothed to post-orgasmic!
Still, while I can certainly make fun of past me, it's an interesting window into the way I thought about sex and kinkiness back then.
