Those long-running TV afternoon time fillers. They consist of implausible plots, caricatures of perfect people wearing designer clothes, are filled with ever-changing feuds, backstabbing, shifting relationships, and characters who appear briefly when needed but then disappear without reason, and poor acting. But even though we know all this, we become hooked and go along for the ride. Here is a Soapie of my year living dangerously with sexfighting Asian females.
A saintly yoga wife, her burned-out "nice guy" husband, and a creepy basement janitor slip into one messed-up loop of lust, guilt and voyeurism. This isn’t about cheating, it’s about something worse: when you suddenly realize it turns you on to see your perfect little world get dragged through the mud – and you don’t want it to stop.
Heather Walker and I became friends when we were juniors in high school. It wasn't until I started spending time at her place after school that I realized her brother was The Max Walker, probably the most famous, and certainly the most desirable guy at Harrison High. When he actually started noticing me and seemed to like me, I thought life couldn't get any better. I was wrong, it was about to get a lot better.
A guy offers to help a stranded motorist and she treats him as if he had asked for a blowjob. He decides to give the bitch what she deserves. He vows revenge and kidnaps her for the pleasure of himself and several of his friends.
Unsuspecting wives and daughters are given a powerful hypnotic drug allowing them to be put into an altered state. While in the altered state, they unknowingly will perform any sex act that a member of the private club requires. When returned to their normal state, they are totally without any knowledge of what went on or what they did while in their altered state.