A witty, insightful, and delightfully snarky blend of pop culture meets memoir meets real-life Devil Wears Prada as readers learn the stories behind twenty-five years at Vanity Fair from the magazine’s former deputy editor“Dilettante offers the best seat in the house into the workings of one of the great cultural institutions of our time.”—Buzz Bissinger, New York Times bestselling author of Friday Night Lights

"You look lonely, babe!" Heather yelled over the music to Sarah. Sarah just smiled and shook her head.Paul started to dance with her then, and Sarah immediately took notice of the guy. He was really hot. Super tall, stubbly face, muscular without being an ugly beefcake. Paul was a running back on the school's football team and Heather always went on about how well he fucked. Sarah moved closer to him, brushing her nipples up against his arm and danced.Heather joined in, the...

The music kept throbbing and she smiled and lost herself in the notes. Sarah looked down at her clothes, smiling when she saw herself glow under the black light. She wanted to dress up for her first rave so she wore a skimpy white tank top and booty shorts that were far too high to be worn in public. Good thing this wasn't public. Her petite, perfect-handful breasts pushed against the tight top she was wearing. Her hair was pulled back into a long, blonde ponytail that flipped and flared a...

"Sarah!" Her Dad shouted. "Shut up, we're trying to watch the game. And what are you wearing? Go upstairs and change for God's sake." She was getting to him. Perfect!"But Daddy, I want to stay here and watch the game with you." She pouted. "I want to stay and have fun with your friends." She looked up at John and Rick, licking her lips and they both smiled."Go upstairs you fucking whore!" He shouted again, clearly drunk. Ever since Mom left, he had been getting drunk more a...

It was hot that day, a midsummer heat and Toni wore her halter and a tight pair of shorts that showed off her ass and legs. Derek, as always, was sitting on the porch drinking a beer and relaxing in his chair when she got to the house. She sauntered towards him, cool as ice, expecting him to look up at her. He didn't. She walked up to him anyway, daring him not to notice her as she bent over to tie her shoe a few feet away. When Toni looked at him to say hello, she caught him peeking at he...

A witty, insightful, and delightfully snarky blend of pop culture meets memoir meets real-life Devil Wears Prada as readers learn the stories behind twenty-five years at Vanity Fair from the magazine’s former deputy editor“Dilettante offers the best seat in the house into the workings of one of the great cultural institutions of our time.”—Buzz Bissinger, New York Times bestselling author of Friday Night Lights

The truck was huge, with tires half as big as her. It was jet black, yet polished to a mirror-sheen. The flatbed was easily big enough for a couch or two. Toni smiled broadly. She hadn't seen a truck like this in ages.She decided to stand up and see what kind of person owned such a beast of a machine. She stretched out her arms and arched her back, jutting her chest out in the direction of the goliath truck, and then wiped the sand off of every inch of her body. She wanted to look ...

After the chilly air of the pool, the flood of warm water over her made her purr. The shower heads here were large and they sprayed a heavy, pressured stream of water like a massage from a strong pair of hands. Sandra was in heaven here, every second night of the week. She let the beat of the water spray her chest, dribbling down her body and between her legs. She noticed her nipples were cold from the air when she gently rubbed her breasts, spreading the clean, hot water over her body. He...

Pleasing DonnaAlone and neglected, Donna Lewis is looking for more spice in her life. Her husband, Richard, is rich and powerful, but not very loving and not interested in sex with Donna anymore. One day Richard hires a worker to clean around the house. Matt is a college freshman and built like a supermodel. It's only a matter of time before Donna gives in to her lust and seduces the boy of her dreams…Caught by the Gardener!Donna Lewis is left all alone again by her...

Donna had everything: a beautiful house, a powerful husband, enough money to live happily on, but what she didn't have was passion. Her and her husband Richard used to be a hot couple. Back in their twenties all they could do with each other was fuck — behind the bleachers at the university, in the back of his car in front of his parents' house, down by the lake. She was a cheerleader and he was the quarterback. A match made in heaven. They were happy and their lives were great.Rec...

And then, finally, one day the secretary for the law department took a break. A long break.I was already in his office, sitting in a chair in front of that huge desk of his. We were talking about ourselves again — after a certain point, we stopped talking about Law entirely. Why even pretend, right? — and I had finally asked him about his love life. He mentioned being married, but he said something that made me think he wasn't anymore."You aren't married?" I asked."...

After receiving upsetting news on her sixteenth birthday, Sarah Rawlings heart shuts everybody out. Her mom, dad, sister, and especially God.Now Sarah thinks she has it all. But being next in line for the editors job, having guys at her beck and call, and all her material possessions do little to fill the void in her heart. After a car wreck leaves Sarah physically injured, God uses Dr. Samuel to help her. What she doesnt realize at the time, however, is that more than a broken leg...