Spinning Around

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DESCRIPTION:

48-year-old Deryk Wolf’s not-so-little girl shows her appreciation for his support of her passion for fashion.

Spinning Around features in the short story collection, Incestiable.

GENRE: Erotic Fiction / Contemporary Fiction

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REVIEW :

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-- Traction_Bob / B&N Review

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-- E-mail from a female reader/customer / Jess's reply here

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EXCERPT:

[ Sunday, 10:56 a.m. ]

The room was slowly spinning around, when Deryk Wolf opened his eyes. A couple of moments, before he remembered where he was—a couple of moments, before he felt a slight sting on the surface across his knuckles.

Hollywood Slots Hotel & Casino.

Meeting Aimee later in the day.

Surface cuts, back of the hands, from the asphalt last night, 12am cold and in the public carpark. The cuts would make nice scars.

The 48-year-old didn’t feel like he was approaching fifty. It was supposed to make one feel older, wearier, with doctors’ warnings about the risks of developing heart disease coming at full speed.

Deryk had ridden into NYC on his red-and-black midsize Monster Ducati bike, checked into Hollywood Slots, where one of the cocktail waitresses had had her eye on him all night long, as he went around the different slot machines on the casino floor.

“Amy,” said her nametag. She sure looked like Aimee, with the chocolate brown hair and caramel highlights, about the same age and height as Deryk’s 21-year-old only daughter. He had to look twice, to make sure it wasn’t Aimee at her second job. The cocktail waitress had killer tits that were busting out of her tight, white top. If she could, she’d be showing off her perky ass and matching tight pussy too.

Deryk was in New York to show his support for Aimee--she’d made it through the auditions for Fashion Icon, where would-be designers would compete for the chance to showcase their collection at NY Fashion Week, with the first place winner walking away with $100,000 to use as seed money to start their own fashion line.

Aimee Wolf, she always said she’d call it. Just like Deryk Wolf Photography.

He walked into the casino to gamble away the images in his mind. Everything seemed to happen in that past week. It seemed like he hadn’t been living all this while, only existing in a bubble he didn’t even know he was trapped in.