Travel within the city limits and mingle with the rich and famous. With parties and delicious restaurants to tempt your palate, see what “real life” in Beverly Hills is like. Movie stars, flashing cameras. . . sneak behind the façade and discover what really hides behind the great iron gates.

Let the games begin . . .

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Sample One

It’s amazing, I had always known it was here, just a few blocks from Neiman Marcus. In the olden days, my father used to come here every Saturday. As a child, I played outside by the antique barber pole, while my father pampered himself with a shave, haircut, and a manicure. The shop was not very different from what I remembered, essentially unchanged throughout the years. Varnished oak walls and mirrored stations, still polished to a bright shine, lined the room. In the waiting room, the big quilted leather chairs still make me feel like a little girl whenever I sat in them. A collection of vintage razors and shaving brushes in a glass case brings patrons back to the lost Tonsorial art of Barbering. Pictures of old movie stars and other famous personality are displayed on the walls. The aromas of cigars and bay rum still lingers in the air, I remember the masculine scent from childhood. In its time, this was the place to be seen. Former presidents, movie moguls, and gangsters like Bugsy Siegel frequented this place in its heyday. You can feel a part of history here. It makes you wonder what Hollywood stars or celebrities have walked through these doors. This Beverly Hills barbershop was the play room for the rich and powerful of movie land. It was in a time long ago when men were called “Dappers” and mistresses were called “Ladies.”

        Sample Two

Sounds of my lover’s zipper rang through my ears. I curiously released the pressure of his swollen member. My warm hand slid down his tight, coarse jeans, exposing his hot, fire black underwear.  I moved my finger tips farther down and felt his manhood beating in my hungry palm. He made wonderful moaning sounds when I stroked his sensitive organ. Waves splashed through his body as I felt him tremble.  He closed his eyes as a slight blush passed through his splendid face. I wrapped my long fingers around his growing flower. Seeking his sweet membrane, I wanted to taste his sureness with my lips and tongue as I moved myself down to the tip of his stem, he held me ever so tightly around my waist. I could not move. Looking into his boyish eyes, I saw a glimmer of playfulness.