Biography for Bethany SwickThe first thing is my name is not Bethany Swick. I am a public person in real life and like to keep my smutty online presence separate f...view moreBiography for Bethany SwickThe first thing is my name is not Bethany Swick. I am a public person in real life and like to keep my smutty online presence separate from my real life. Not that my real life is not smutty enough on its own.I was born in the central valley of California (please don’t hold it against me) to a German father and a Mexican mother. I have a twin brother who is so handsome. When he walks into the room, the ladies’ panties flutter to the floor. At least the ones who wear panties flutter to the floor. We inherited our father’s handsome good looks and our mother’s wonderful brown skin.From an early age, I thought about sex. Before I knew what sex was, I would think about it the last thing every night and the first thing every morning. Then I found out what it was all about. The poor boys in junior high and high school did not know what hit them. Let’s just say they considered themselves very lucky.I lived through high school with no discernable skills, got a job at Walmart, and learned to party hard. I soon learned that photographers would pay me well to take nude photos of me. I shot what are called tasteful nudes in the industry. Not a bad way to make a living. One of the older men I dated paid to have my breasts augmented, and my career took off. I went from my track star little b’s to full-size C’s. Awesome.Then I learned to party with the big boys in Las Vegas and elsewhere. Men come to Vegas to gamble, drink and fuck. I would help them enjoy two out of three of those. Then I started traveling internationally as both a model and a party girl. It seems like men who own 150-million-dollar boats like to have a little eye candy to serve them drinks. St. Barts and Monte Carlo became regular stops for me.Then I got an offer to pose for a gentleman’s magazine that starts with a P and ends with a boy. It was not in the US version of said magazine, but still, it counts. Sadly, I signed an agreement to never pose nude again for anyone but them. Strange how they like to lock down their talent.Then I became a bikini model, which worked well since I got my Mom’s curves as I got older. Bikini models can have a lot of curves before anyone complains. My specialty became the monokini which covers as little as possible and still is considered a garment. I still do this kind of modeling today. It gets me some travel opportunities, and I enjoy the work.And the stories still run through my head. As I advanced in life, I became aware that they were porn stories. Being raised as a good Catholic, it was drummed into me that they were bad. Knowing they were bad did not make them stop playing in my head. Later in life, I came to embrace them. Then I started writing them down.At first, I wrote them out as they played in my head. That meant it went from nakey to the in-and-out on page one. I learned that readers like a buildup to sex. I have never understood that in books or in life, but I get that everyone is not like me. I realized that I had to appeal to the masses to be a successful writer.One of my earliest books is: ‘Bonnie’s Story’ which is available on Smashwords in a three-part series. It is not my best work, but it sells well as it chronicles a young lady’s escape from an abusive home to a life as a stripper. I know Bonnie to this day, and yes, I did use some poetic license in writing her story. She doesn’t mind and loves me.view less