Slade. Former stripper, uncommitted relationship guy.


Book Excerpt-

Slade is a non-deceitful honest player.  The player in him began as a teenager.  He knew he could get his fair share of whatever he wanted.  His friend’s mothers and even some of their fathers would see this kid and say, ‘Fuck this guy’s hot and if we fucked just once, my universe would be rocked for eternity.’

When Slade got a little older he became a male stripper, and he certainly didn’t do it for the money.  He was born into money and doesn’t have to work a day in his life if he doesn’t want to.  He stripped strictly for the fun of it.  He got a rush.  It was an adventure and he loves being worshipped and adored.  Sometimes after the show he and some of the guys and girls too would all get wild and have rowdy orgy sessions late into the night.

He did have a relationship at one point, but he had to end it.  He suffocated and got strangled within it.  He knew quickly this wasn’t for him and had no interest in ever going back into it again.  He moved on up in the stripper world and did a little private party dancing on call.  You could book him through an agency for the right price.  He loved being able to explore this naughty and thrill-seeking side of himself.

Are you a steamy hot boy or sexy play thing out for good times?  Then you could be his playmate, but don’t ever look for a ring to be put on your finger.  He became a hot world-class playboy, not a good boy, and he’s been having fun ever since.

Slade isn’t dishonest about who he is.  He’s up front and unapologetic about it.  He doesn’t mislead a guy emotionally.  He’s direct from the get go.  He wants fun and tons of sex and zero connections.  His view is quite different from Jagger’s, but they do agree on one thing and that is that the open relationship terminology is a cop out.  “What’s the point?”  Those who are in true and genuine sex jobs feel the same way.  You call it what it really is, ‘friends with benefits’.  Open relationships are more prevalent and force fed by homosexuals.  If you call it what it really is, ‘friends with benefits’, then you’ll be left alone.  When you call it an open relationship you diminish the validity, strength, love and commitment of relationships. If you’re incapable of being in an adult relationship without caving into pure animal instincts and adopting an adolescent attitude where anything is fair game, then don’t be in a relationship.  Psychologists and studies have shown that monogamous relationships are more stable than ones with either non-consensual adultery or consensual adultery.  Once more there is no such thing as an open relationship.  It’s called friends with benefits.

He and Jagger have been best buds for five years.  They met when Jagger was interviewing an owner of a sex club for a column he was writing.  Slade was outside with an entourage around him when he did a double take as Jagger walked past him.  He bolted and jogged up to Jagger.  “You’re here for research?  Yeah I’ll bet.”  His smile was huge.

“I’m sure you’ve got the market cornered on the subject.”  Jagger said.

The air of confidence that surrounded him floored Slade.  “Hey man.  Don’t be like that.  I’ll be your research.”  He sped up and jumped in front of him stopping Jagger from walking further.  He stood there facing his opponent.  He leaned in fast his lips barely surfacing Jagger’s when he got slammed against the wall of the building next to them.  His smile formed again.  He grabbed the sides of Jagger’s body, “Nice.”

Jagger didn’t move and instead a devious smile came upon his face.  He hadn’t met a guy so much like him and found himself becoming intrigued, “What the fuck do you think you are doing?”

Slade looked him up and down his breath sped up suddenly nervous.  He shook off the idea that someone could intoxicate him, “Nothing.”  He let go of the body pin he had him in only because Jagger let him.  He had a sudden stream of consciousness, “Sorry.”  He took a step back and stood there not knowing what to say.  “You’re the infamous Jagger?”

“Is that what they’re calling me?  I’ll take a compliment when I can get one.  Who the hell are you?”

“I’m Slade beautiful.”

They clasped hands strong and assertive.  They became simpatico and instant brothers.  Despite their differences, he’s been one of closest mates Jagger has ever had.  Slade hears the heartbreak in Jagger’s voice after being fucked over by another cold fish that vanished without a trace after two dates.  Slade drops the fine stud he’s in the middle of fucking to go to him.  He is sudden and present and it would ring in Jagger’s ears, “I’m on my way.  You can do better.  He’s not worth the trash in a garbage can.”  He’d hold the generally strong rock that is faltering from existence.  You sensed the inner compassion stirring up underneath the insensitive outer core.  Slade’s loyal friendship seeps out of him, and that’s why Jagger keeps him around.

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Jagger’s Revolution is a highly erotic love story about an aristocratic beach thug who rules by his scrupulous idea of how life should be. Jagger is a cool beauty who loses it when his ego isn’t fed by the dudes he claims to disdain. He equates dating with going to battle while on his hunt for the real thing in a city that is plagued of any honest human connection. He’s a hardening menace, with an uncompromising disapproval for weakness and bad etiquette. His engaging and flirtatious friends compliment his aggressive nature by tempering his inflexible fight on mankind to gain insight into their intolerable behavior. The book takes you on a journey with Jagger through his dalliances and crushing love frustrations that appeal to young adults. He finds exhaustion with going on yet another dating excursion when he knows the guy for him is the one he can’t say more than two words to. If there is any light to all his darkness, it’s the pleasing love story, the central theme that runs throughout his disappointments in matters of the heart. He experiences the kind of crush and love one has as a teenager over Garth, the dreamboat lifeguard from Australia, with the boyish distinction and the killer smile, who he keeps running into in passing. He wrestles with his immediate unexplainable silent connection with him and longs to get close.  Explicit Material.


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