Philanthropy Part One: The Carvers

By Lana Ocean

Philanthropy: /fəˈlanTHrəpē/ noun: the desire to promote the welfare of others, expressed especially by the generous donation of money to good causes. Example "He acquired a considerable fortune and was noted for his philanthropy"

Peter Chase is a self-made billionaire, and a selfish prick most of the time. Then he mouths off to the wrong people and gets pulled into legal jeopardy. Just how far can he push buttons until he suffers the consequences?

This is the first part of the five-part five star highly rated erotic Philanthropy series.

These Explicit Stories Are For Adults (18+) Only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lana Ocean
• Release date: Aug 30, 2021
• ISBN: 9781777618124

Lana Ocean

LANA OCEAN is an award-winning author of fiction in another genre. Erotic fiction started as a lark, and then suddenly she had written thousands and thousands of words.She has compiled many erotic stories over the years and published them using Literotica.com under the name Estcher. She is using a pseudonym because she wants to protect her true identity. Erotic fiction is not something you can brag about at cocktail parties.Lana proudly lives in Canada.Connect with Lana Ocean:EMAIL: [e-mail]

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Philanthropy

Part One: The Carvers

Titles by Lana Ocean

Collected Works

Volume One

Volume Two

Spell Casters Series

The Coming of the Spell Caster

The Schooling of the Spell Caster (coming 2021)

The Rise of the Spell Caster (coming 2021)

Philanthropy

Part One: The Carvers

Part Two: Building the Case

Part Three: Reaction and Action

Part Four: The Offensive

Part Five: End Game

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Philanthropy

Part One: The Carvers

Philanthropy Part One: The Carvers

by lana ocean

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Philanthropy

Part One: The Carvers

Philanthropy

Part One: The Carvers

I live in an upscale condominium complex overlooking the downtown core and the river that runs through my major city. I’m young looking for a forty-year-old and I keep in great shape by running daily along the river and doing core strength exercises. I pride myself on my health, eating and cooking skills, and my taste for fine food, music, and drink. I’m fairly intelligent, a great leader, and focused on only producing the best.

I work at a fairly large technology company that produces mostly business analytics software and have a team of ten working in my section. I am the lead programmer for the company and the algorithms the software uses are mine. It’s the secret sauce for all our software and I own the intellectual property rights. Not the company: me. The company went IPO three years back and I am now comfortably wealthy. Well, that’s a lie. I’m filthy rich actually and I want for nothing. I am satisfied with what I have managed during my life. My life is pretty good, all things said and done.

I never married because I never found the right woman. I would find someone easily enough and be happy for a time and then get bored. I would find faults in the women and allow them to fester. I am not a nice man. My many exes all agree with that in the end. But they come back to me again and again. I’m an experienced lover and my exes all love to tell me that over and over during make out sessions. They split with me because I can never give them the relationship they want. But they come back for the sex. And my money. It’s the only true aphrodisiac; except maybe the lure of power.

It’s amazing what a woman will do with you if you are rich. Truly amazing. I’ve had some wild ass sex during my life. Crazy sex. I love it. Money makes the world go around.

Normally, I search out partners who will fill whatever void I have in my life at the time. I find someone, get close, get intimate, have sex, get bored, and they leave angry. They tell me I am wasting their time. They want a life partner—someone to share their life with. To have children. Luxuriate in my financial security. And all I want is my solitude. I also am incapable of producing children. It’s always oil and water relationships. It never works out for them, the poor women. Not that I care.

But listen: I always tell the women in my life the truth. I never hide it from them. They persist in the relationship, imagining changing the way I am. Being that one woman I can’t do without. They hope to mould me for their imagined pristine life. In the end, they realise the futility and storm off in frustrated anger. Then comes the late-night buzzing at the building entrance, followed by a soft knock at my door, and then I have crazy sex, and they leave in the morning usually upset with themselves for being so weak.

I’ve never wanted for sex in my life. I’ve always found willing partners. But they could never last with me. I love my solitude too much. I crave my privacy, and my solitary life in the big city. I’m not exactly an introvert. I’m something between an introvert and an extrovert: a fucking normal person. I never get lonely. It’s the way I’m wired, and I have no complaints. I will die alone, rich, and with a satisfied smile on my face.

Last year something strange happened to me. This