Saga and her husband get off on the dangerous thrill of her public teasing, but their game changes when they target Magnus, their older, burly neighbor. What begins as a dare at a pool party, to leave marks from her wet pussy on his lounge chair—ignites a dark hunger in Magnus that shatters their dynamic. He seizes control, turning Saga’s provocation into his own game of submission. This story is assisted by AI.
Set in the seaside town of Baga, Goa, in 2003, the story follows Zubeidha, a devout and modest Muslim woman who travels to the beach town with her eighteen-year-old son, Jamal and his friends
Her son comes to stay for a few days, and she watches him through her security camera as he changes. In the middle of the night she slips into his room and sees him lying asleep, naked; she can't resist reaching down and holding him.
A mother and son discover they share the same insatiable appetite. What starts as a shared frustration over failed relationships quickly turns into a taboo exploration of their undeniable chemistry.
Incest Lust This is my true story. My mother passed away, and I couldn’t help but fondly remember my taboo relationship with her. It is a very descriptive interpretation of interactions and events during a 30-year incestuous relationship with my mother. Quotes in this story are what was said at the time.
Western adventure mixed with raunchiness marks Mr. Linden’s debut work. It’s 1872, and young Caleb Warner, hoping to become a miner, instead finds himself navigating criminal goings-on while uncovering the needs of the women in the high prairie town of Judgment. Soon enough, he finds himself in a big ol’ heap of trouble.
This is a fanfic comic I created featuring Batman and Jessica Rabbit. Synopsis: Batman came to interrogate her about a murder. He stayed for something else. A studio owner is dead, his will is missing, and Jessica Rabbit is the last person who saw him alive. Batman comes to her penthouse for answers and finds a woman who isn't afraid of him, isn't lying to him, and can see straight through the cowl. Neither of them leaves the night with what they came for.