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JENNY GOES HOLLYWOOD
    By
    MADISON LANGSTON
     
     
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    Jenny Goes Hollywood
    Copyright © 2 012 by Madison
Langston
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    This book is a work of
fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places,
events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters and
situations are products of the author’s imagination and used
fictitiously.
     
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    An explicit excerpt from
Jenny Goes Hollywood:
     
    Pushing my knees apart,
she kissed her way from my right knee up to my crotch, tongue
licking, teeth nipping. The scent of my arousal had reached me, so
I knew Lecia breathed my essence as well. The blue of her eyes were
half hidden by eyelids as she looked over my smooth mound,
searching for my response to her bold moves. My lust-filled eyes
must have encouraged her, because she leaned in and gave my pussy a
few tentative licks. Nudging my nether lips apart with her nose,
she inhaled deeply, moaned and began lapping me in
earnest
    Paul had removed trousers
and underwear. His only garment a white shirt open down the front,
he reclined in the armchair, holding my damp panties under his
nose, inhaling their scent. With his other hand he stroked his
rigid erection with slow gentle caresses and watched his wife going
down on me.
    The firm muscles of his
tight abs and arms rippled as his arm moved. As I watched Paul’s
palm pick up his leaking precum and smear it over the head and
shaft, my nipples tightened. His penis must have measured nine
inches; it was thick too; even in Paul’s large paw, it was a
handful. I yearned, to take its glistening head into my mouth and
taste it, feel its satin smoothness on my tongue and breathe his
masculine scent.
     
     
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    JENNY GOES
HOLLYWOOD
    By Madison Langston
     
    Living in Hollywood in the
21 st Century is chaotic and sometimes a little dangerous,
especially for a young woman just out of college. But my college
advisors recommended Hollywood as the best place to break into
script writing, so here I am, waiting to be discovered as the next
great mover and shaker in the world of film-making. (Uh huh! Sure!
What I’ve discovered about that possibility is: Don’t hold you
breath!) Fortunately I’m not destitute; I come from one of those
moneyed families back east, so immediate success is not a
requirement.
    I have to admit, though, that my
college advisors weren’t the only reason for my choosing to live in
Hollywood. Since I can remember, I’ve always felt trapped by the
culture in which I was born and raised, sexual mores being the
hardest part to deal with. While at Yale I found the lack of family
restrictions exciting and ventured into areas strongly disapproved
of by my parents. I tasted most of what college life had to offer
and along the way discovered the highs and lows of drugs were
definitely not for me. When it came to sex, though, it was another
story; I learned that I love sex. Except for those few life
altering experiences in college, I’d be stuck in the same cultural
quagmire that dictated my mother’s life.
    Though my experiences were limited, I
did discover that I’m bisexual with a little more of a leaning
toward the homosexual end of the continuum. This knowledge would
have doomed me to a living hell, had I chosen to live around my
conservative religious family. With that idea in mind, I resolved
to move my life into a different circle. Hollywood, being a Mecca
for alternative lifestyles, seemed an ideal place for me. Now don’t
misunderstand, I’m not promiscuous. Aside from my few sexual
escapades in college, I’ve led a relatively sheltered and
controlled life. Actually most of my wild sexcapades have been in
the realm of fantasy. I moved to Hollywood looking forward to some
of those fantasies becoming real.
    I wanted to get the feel of the “Old
Hollywood” as it was in the mid-20th Century, and luckily I