The Salacious Entanglements of Alastor Bentley
Alastor Bentley...
A proper gentleman who conveys himself in such a way that gives him such prestige in the public world outside the four walls he's currently residing in.
There he sits staring at the dimly lit screen of a laptop sitting perfectly squared on a desk next to a cup of freshly brewed coffee made from some the finest beans he bought at the local coffee bar down the street. Alastor can be very particular about his coffee but he's made sure that he gets them from a specific coffee shop due to a certain person that works there. Sure he can order high quality coffee beans online like any coffee snob would but then he wouldn't have the excuse to stroll in through those lightly tinted doors just to see the faint smile of his favorite barista.
Sipping at his coffee as he ponders to himself at a title for his new story. Thinking about his life at this moment and pondering the many experiences he's had as an adult.
At only 43 years old and barely getting that slow start of gray in his hair and standing at a decent 5'11" and 210 pounds, he still feels very young and capable. With a successful career and decent sized apartment you'd think he'd be very happy in his life... but sadly there's been an ever growing emptiness that he just couldn't quite seem to fill.
He leaned back in his chair and turned away as the dim light of his laptop cast a shadow against the ceiling... staring at it with inquisitive eyes as memories slowly filled his head. The outline of his manly figure hard edged on his ceiling made him think about the projects he had done while attending art school in Dallas. That's when he slowly smirked and leaned back even further letting the memories fill his head. Smirking because the memories were of a decadent scene long ago...a scene of his first time with a woman. Of course there were times before college, as a typical high school boy with no morals, that would constitute as sexual activity... but this scene in particular was one that got him started on a road of sexual discovery that had missed all the exits and lead into a place of such depravity that there was no turning back.
Quickly he sat up in his chair and swung back around to face his laptop as his long thick fingers probed away at the buttons of his keyboard while the echoes bounced off the walls...
On the screen a combination of letters formed into what appeared to be a title of sorts. Something that made a statement for what was about to be a story of many that would tantalize the fingertips of any reader who would dare flip the pages on a book of a loosely moral nature that kept making you want more.
It read:
"The Salacious Entanglements of Alastor Bentley
♧ Chapter One ♧
The beginning..."