The Pornstar in the Mirror

By Felisha Moon

Sadie wants to be a pornstar. On the evening of her first amateur shoot, something utterly unexpected happens—a ghost from 1855 possesses her, body and mind! The ghost has some very sexy unfinished business to deal with, and Sadie is going to help her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Felisha Moon
• Release date: Mar 22, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310975905

Felisha Moon

Location, location, location. Sometimes, it's not just who you're doing it with, it's where. From a tender young age, Felisha Moon dreamed of sex against a castle wall, on the soaring heights of mountains, in glittering crystal caves. Along with a penchant for kink, Felisha Moon aims to create a fantastical atmosphere you'll not experience in any other erotica!Felisha Moon lives in Canada. When not fantasizing, she loves to doodle and take long walks on rough and rocky beaches.

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The Pornstar in the Mirror

Felisha Moon

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The Pornstar in the Mirror

Sadie arranged the pillows so that they would not obscure the lamp. She'd picked out a lamp with a lacy shade, to gentle the light, to match the lace of her stockings, the borders of the pillows.

Yes, Zach said, voice Skype-distorted. Poor sound quality, but at least that wouldn't be a problem. All the recording was happening on her computer, with her camera, which he controlled remotely. That's perfect. Did you get another pillow? Actually, two more. Build 'em up. I want a big mountain of pillows, for verticality, composition, you know?

Fine, she said. She tossed two more giant, square pillows—almost half her size, and she wasn't short—onto the bed. The lace on her stockings itched. It was a cold spring day and though she'd turned the heat up, the air still felt chilly. She was always cold. Anyway there was a fresh sprinkle of snow outside, sparkling under the streetlamps. Not that she could see that, with the curtains drawn so the neighbours couldn't see inside, but she'd left footprints over her lawn coming home from university. Her parents were on vacation for the week, which was why Zach had suggested the plan in the first place. He'd been itching to do this since that party in January. She looked sidelong at the Skype window; Zach's blurry face grinned at her. Clicks and clacks of his typing crackled out from her speakers. His longish brown hair fell around his face, messy and rumpled. He wasn't wearing a shirt. Of course not. Sadie doubted he was even wearing pants; he'd be masturbating to her soon enough. The thought made her shiver. The shivery feeling was why she agreed to him, to all of this.

It does look very old-fashioned, she said, surveying her bed. The immense pillows, the lacy lamp, the spread of additional curtains behind the headboard—it all seemed terribly Victorian. The magic of thrift shop finds. Are you sure this is the look you're going for?

Period pieces are fun, Zach said. "Besides, it was a special request. That's the beauty of amateur, you can do sensual shoots."

Right, she