| Author: | Nick Foxx | ISBN: | 9781476144146 |
| Publisher: | Nick Foxx | Publication: | August 10, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Nick Foxx |
| ISBN: | 9781476144146 |
| Publisher: | Nick Foxx |
| Publication: | August 10, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
An eco-friendly photo journalist meets a house full of environmentally sensitive women while on assignment. As he studies their life, he wins the hearts and bodies of one woman after another.
This book was the Earth Day Contest winner on literotica.com in 2009.
This title contains material not suitable for minors.
EXCERPT:
Four hours and fifteen minutes. That was how much sleep I’d had. It was going to be a long, hard day and I felt like crap. My head was pounding and my arms were like lead. When I finally quit hitting the snooze button, I only had forty-two minutes to get dressed and drive across town. I barely had time to get cleaned up before I got in the car. My boss, J. W. had an assignment for me but I couldn’t remember their name. So I didn’t know whose home I was walking into.
I was supposed to photograph this house for an article about living ‘green’. That probably meant some rich lady had bought a reusable shopping bag or started recycling her wine bottles. She’d want all her friends to know about it. J. W. sent a text with directions and told me where to be this morning. At least I made it on time.
J. W. Miller was a good boss. She gave me work I liked. It wasn’t too demanding or time consuming and most of it was a breeze. My schedule was flexible (as long as I made deadline) and that worked for me. Shooting ‘human interest’ stories like this paid my bills so I could focus on what I really wanted. The only problem was, I didn’t know what I wanted. If I knew that, doing this would be cool. The way things were…. Well, let’s just say it was going to be a long hard day.
The sun was sneaking over the peak of the roof of the house as I got out of my car. My mood lifted when I saw a Red Bull in the trunk but it was empty. I needed caffeine bad. My camera was handy so I shot off a few frames of the exterior to get a head start on the job. The sun backlit the house and brought out details that would be lost in the harsh midday sun. I added a flash as a fill light and got some good stuff. With my attention on the light I didn’t see the faces looking down at me from the upstairs windows. If I’d been awake already, I might have noticed.
I took my gear and headed around back. My boss had given me specific instructions on what to do. I was to show up on time, go around back and meet the housekeeper. But J. W. didn’t tell me this housekeeper was a babe. She was a curvaceous little cutie from somewhere south of the Equator. Her smile was bright and her eyes sparkled even at this ungodly hour.
An eco-friendly photo journalist meets a house full of environmentally sensitive women while on assignment. As he studies their life, he wins the hearts and bodies of one woman after another.
This book was the Earth Day Contest winner on literotica.com in 2009.
This title contains material not suitable for minors.
EXCERPT:
Four hours and fifteen minutes. That was how much sleep I’d had. It was going to be a long, hard day and I felt like crap. My head was pounding and my arms were like lead. When I finally quit hitting the snooze button, I only had forty-two minutes to get dressed and drive across town. I barely had time to get cleaned up before I got in the car. My boss, J. W. had an assignment for me but I couldn’t remember their name. So I didn’t know whose home I was walking into.
I was supposed to photograph this house for an article about living ‘green’. That probably meant some rich lady had bought a reusable shopping bag or started recycling her wine bottles. She’d want all her friends to know about it. J. W. sent a text with directions and told me where to be this morning. At least I made it on time.
J. W. Miller was a good boss. She gave me work I liked. It wasn’t too demanding or time consuming and most of it was a breeze. My schedule was flexible (as long as I made deadline) and that worked for me. Shooting ‘human interest’ stories like this paid my bills so I could focus on what I really wanted. The only problem was, I didn’t know what I wanted. If I knew that, doing this would be cool. The way things were…. Well, let’s just say it was going to be a long hard day.
The sun was sneaking over the peak of the roof of the house as I got out of my car. My mood lifted when I saw a Red Bull in the trunk but it was empty. I needed caffeine bad. My camera was handy so I shot off a few frames of the exterior to get a head start on the job. The sun backlit the house and brought out details that would be lost in the harsh midday sun. I added a flash as a fill light and got some good stuff. With my attention on the light I didn’t see the faces looking down at me from the upstairs windows. If I’d been awake already, I might have noticed.
I took my gear and headed around back. My boss had given me specific instructions on what to do. I was to show up on time, go around back and meet the housekeeper. But J. W. didn’t tell me this housekeeper was a babe. She was a curvaceous little cutie from somewhere south of the Equator. Her smile was bright and her eyes sparkled even at this ungodly hour.
