Letters to Penthouse XIII

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After a few months, I started casting about for anyone else I could dump this nasty hot potato of an assignment on. With more than two million copies in print, the Letters to Penthouse series is a bestselling staple of the Grand Central backlist. We’ll give the letters to my secretary,” a woman who was gasping for her own promotion to editorial assistant.

In their letters to Penthouse magazine America's hottest forum for contemporary sexual issues, people reveal stories that will make you squirm in delight. While the lesbian story didn’t do much for me, I was enraptured by these forbidden words describing sex. The next day, when I was again home alone, I snuck into my dad’s bedside table and took a magazine out to see if it had stories too. Marvel as they beat cheating spouses at their own game - where the planning is almost as much delicious fun as the payoff.

Jim was rabidly anti-government, which, considering he owed thousands of dollars to the IRS, was not surprising. An extremely profitable spin-off, the Reader’s Digest-size Penthouse Forum was nothing more than letters too filthy to run in the magazine, accompanied by cheaply reproduced black and white photos of past Pets who had signed away all their rights in perpetuity. I was no longer a Viva editor, but being fired for cursing out my boss taught me to keep my mouth shut in the face of stupidity, a skill which kept me employed for forty years. Penthouse readers know that when it comes to forbidden sex, married women can be very hot, experienced, and insatiable. Everybody loved her, and it went really well, but during dinner, she kept reaching under the table and grabbing my crotch.

By using LibraryThing you acknowledge that you have read and understand our Terms of Service and Privacy Policy. I’m a good-looking, 19-year-old guy, and my girlfriend is an 18-year-old nude model and cheerleader for an SEC powerhouse. Jim spent lunch lecturing me on the evils of Guccione, Hefner, and the entire Penthouse advertising staff, and almost convinced me that if it were left up to him, Penthouse would have the editorial integrity of The New Republic. I regarded these lunches as on-the-job editorial training, prepping me for whatever my real job at Penthouse would be. My first task at Penthouse was to introduce Jim Goode to his newest, and probably unwanted, staff member.What I realized after that was that the little book, Penthouse Letters, had the same name as my dad’s magazines — Penthouse. After opening one letter and having what appeared to be pubic hair drift onto my desk and lap, I started squeezing each envelope before I opened it; if it felt like it contained anything besides paper, it went right in the garbage. Editing the letters section was the scut work of Penthouse, a task that had plagued almost every editor (even the gay ones, who must have looked on these letters as missives from Mars), and which was dumped as rapidly as possible on someone else. Kathy dragged me to opening night, where I sat goggled-eyed and opened-mouth with the rest of the non-paying audience, gobsmacked that such a piece of shit could actually be staged on Broadway. When my friend turned to hand me the soap, she touched my breast, which she’d done before by accident, but instead of pulling her hand back like she usually did, she squeezed me and pinched my nipple, and put her other hand on my hip.

As we sat there, David proceeded to read what would be the first of many sex stories I’d come to read. Get a free pdf copy of my ebook — How to Cheat: Field Notes from an Adulteress — by joining my list! No one had clued me into what my responsibilities at Penthouse would be, but I quickly found out that the most important part of my job was taking Jim Goode to lunch, a chore I shared with the rest of the editorial staff. I was a little geeky, so put up with David, who puberty wasn’t being kind to, so I could play his games sometimes. With over 6 million of the world’s best eBooks to choose from, Kobo offers you a whole world of reading.I was pretty sure any talent I had at being charming would fall on stony ground but I had to try; I knew Jim had been fired at least once from both Penthouse and Playboy, so I was hoping for a sympathetic ear. Celebrating 50 years of Penthouse Magazine, this edition of Letters to Penthouse focuses on a very popular magazine topic. Well, one thing led to another and we found ourselves back in her hotel room, going at it pretty hot and heavy.

Kathy was a blonde Texan, lanky and wide-eyed with a slow drawl that disguised how whip smart she really was, and Larry was Larry L. Actually, we never really could find a spot, as I was six inches taller than her, and I kept hitting my head, and if she got on top I had to bend my knee all weird. Letter after letter, usually scribbled in pencil on stained paper torn out of a loose leaf notebook, lovingly described encounters with randy next-door neighbors, lonely widows, incestuous sisters and aunts, vacuum cleaners and fish tanks; of adventures that occurred outdoors, in stuck elevators, bus station bathrooms, and office supply closets. Whether cruising the supermarket or scoring with a stripper, pleasuring the boss or going wild on vacation, getting carnal in the carpool or making a cyber-sex fantasy come true, these cheating hearts are only asking: Are they betraying a trust, or just breaking loose and having a little fun?The serendipitous sex stories were ones where people just happened upon a sexy situation that ended in lusty, hot, stranger sex.