Chameleon

By Annetta Pittmoore

This is a brief account of a tryst prompted by an online meeting. Celeste has enjoyed each of her liaisons thus far, and finds the occasion to reminisce as she describes her latest fling.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Annetta Pittmoore
• Release date: Jun 29, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310339479

Annetta Pittmoore

My life is as complicated as the lives of everyone else. Each of us has our wounds as well as our triumphs, and our own worlds to conquer.I absolutely love to write. Writing thoughts, daydreams, whimsical supposition - whatever comes to mind - serves to take me away from reality and into a world where I am in control. That is an amazing feeling. Day to day life imposes limitations and society enacts boundaries of behavior. Writing opens the world to anything and everything. It does not matter whether it is possible to get from one point to another in a particular way. Writing fiction, everything is possible. I hope that you enjoy my writing, and that you will take the time to leave a review.

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CHAMELEON

By

Annetta Pittmoore

Copyright 2014 Annetta Pittmoore

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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

Adult reading material includes explicit sexual content.

Dedication:

For Dru – my favorite mistake: inspiration is everything.

Prologue

It’s a ridiculous thing to do. Still, I can no more stop myself than I can stop breathing. I tried that once: tried to stop breathing. It was a dark day in my life, when I am most normally much too optimistic to realize the dangers in being so. That day, I didn’t want to go on living. He was lost to me, and I was in a fog of disbelief and sorrow.

But I digress. I check again to make certain that none of my favorite exhibitionists are performing. There are times when they email to alert me and times when they don’t. We don’t know each other, really. We don’t show our faces, only our bodies, and so far I have been the voyeur only. I watch. I conjur salacious thoughts. I soar.

Sexual orientation of those men doesn’t matter. Most are bodies I will never feel next to mine. They do, however, electrify my imagination. There are dozens of them, those sculpted Lotharios who trigger