Star Kava Author

JEN Leave it to Storm Jasper to unintentionally get us invited to a cover model runway show.   The eye candy in this room is enough to get even the sandiest of vagina’s juices flowing again. Our seats are to the right of the   long runway, second row, towards the end. The shape of the stage is what catches my eye. The far end is rounded instead of squared, an odd detail, likely lost on anyone but me.   I follow the lines upstage and find two large spherical decorations, large enough to block the view of the entering models on either side of the runway. A small smile creeps across my lips when I realize what I am looking at. The runway is in the shape of a giant dick. This has to be some sort of design mistake, doesn’t it? The lights drop and the white stage and spheres begin to glow with a Carmel color. Laser lights begin to paint thick red lines down the catwalk. The people around me start to recognize what I already noticed, gaping at the scene before them...

It's my birthday, so you all get a bonus :) Enjoy the weekend *** “STORM! STORM JASPER!” A high pitched voice rips through the crowd outside the cubicle. “Shit.” I whisper to myself, Jax giving me a raised eyebrow. “It’s my editor.” I qualify, and he nods in understanding. “Do you mind?” “No, go get her before they drag her out.” He smiles and shakes his head as I wiggle my way through the cramped enclosure. I am not even through the curtain before she spots me. “There you are bitch. I was beginning to think you made it all up so I wouldn’t think you were sitting alone in your room.” I giggle at her and shyly shake my head. She knows me too well. I grab her elbow and steer her inside the   prep area. Jen looks around the small space, mouth gaping. Leaning to me she whispers; “Fuck girl, glad I didn’t wear panties.” A laugh bursts from my chest as I drag her along. This is why I love her so much. Jax is seated right where I left him, fumbling with a decorati...

I feel like this story just needs to continue, so as long as you read it, I post it. This part made me giggle...Don't judge me. *** Walking up to the backstage guard I flash my staff pass and am directed to a closed door with a privacy curtain positioned in front of it. Jax had told me to meet him here at four thirty, and I had sent a furious text to Jen detailing the happenings of the past twenty four hours before arriving to the conference area a few minutes ago. She had assured me that she would be back to the Rio by six PM tonight giving me an hour and a half back stage with the models. Giddily I push open the door and stop dead in my tracks. My brain can’t even wrap itself around what is happening right in front of me. At least forty hunky cover models are traipsing around in various stages of undress.   I see several faces I recognize, as I stand there, mouth agape, completely forgetting my purpose for being here. “Who’s team are you with?” An impatient looking f...

More of the story of Storm and Jax.. ** “Good to see you survived your evening.”   He jests, and those perfect little bow shaped lips twitch at the corners into the most adorable grin I have ever seen. “By the time I ran into you last night, I had been up for almost 24 hours.” My cheeks start to flame as I continue. “If it wasn’t for my publisher, I likely would still be in bed. “ Jax rights himself and crosses to the side of the table . I can no longer feel him standing next to me, and the lack of his warmth draws a shiver from me. Pulling the chair directly to my left out, he asks, “Mind if I join you.” “Please do.” Shit did that sound too eager? It was too eager. I am such a douche . Jax sits and I take him in. He is wearing a ripped concert tee and leather jacket that has become his signature look over the   months I have cyber stalked him . Yea I admit it, I am obsessed.   He turns toward me, parting his legs and I watch as his tight black jeans b...