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Subject: {ASSM} Memoires Of A One Movie Stand M/f Part1
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I'm new to this, so I'm eager to hear any constructive criticism.

  Thirley Semple: Memories of a One Movie Stand
written by Laika Jade



	Part 1: A Flirt

 I first met Thirley at a cast party. I'd never met Thirley before; I'd
only ever seen her in movies. I wasn't prepared for how beautiful she
was in person. She was amazing. The smooth youthful contours of her
face stirred something inside of me. Her hair was pulled back into a
ponytail high up on the back of her head. I followed the line of her
head to the nape of her neck. A vision of kissing it suddenly entered
my mind. I quickly dispelled it from my mind. "I shouldn't be thinking
like this."
 Thirley looked up at me and said, "You're much more handsome in
person!" My heart leapt at the notion that she found me handsome.
 "Maybe this will be the foot in the door I need to get into her
pants," I said to myself before I had the chance to realize what I was
saying. "What was I saying? Where did this come from? This isn't the
usual thirty-something been around the block more than a few times
co-star. This was a prepubescent child starlet. The idea was
immediately and simultaneously appalling, but intangibly exhilarating.
What would the tabloids have said? My career would have ended if anyone
had known even what I was thinking, let alone the deeds. I'd be black
balled, but my balls ached at the sight of the smooth contours of
Thirley's luscious legs. I followed them, with my eyes, from the ball
of the ankle to the bow of the calf. I imagined running my lips up her
soft velvety thighs to the bottom of her frilly dress, which ended with
an explosion of ruffles and lace just low enough to cover her bottom.
 I replied to Thirley's compliment, stumbling to find the right- or
rather the appropriate words, "Thank you Ms. Semple. And may I say, you
look very lovely this evening." What was I saying, it was one in the
afternoon. It was the most polite piece of trite I could think of to
cover what I was really thinking.
 "I am very much looking forward to working on you- I mean in you- ah
oh no er ah with you." I quickly looked around, darting my head back
and forth, panicked that someone had heard my Freudian slip.
 Thirley replied, catching me off guard so that I had to think for a
moment of who was speaking. I looked down just in time to see her
change her stare from my dick to my face, "And I'm looking froward to
working on you, too!" she said, using her most bubbly voice she could
muster and then walked away.
 Did I hear her right? Did she say what I thought she did or was I
hearing things?

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