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.
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 new mother, Maya, is grabbed in an alley by a black man who, upon discovering her heavily lactating tits, decides he might just have a taste himself...
Now that Amber has an apartment, she sets about trying to find a job. But she's having no luck. So her ever-helpful landlord, Carl, suggests a friend, Rick, who is looking for a new PA. So, Amber goes to interview for the job...
In a rundown Kansas City apartment, unemployed Mia pays rent with her body. What begins as voyeuristic window shows for neighbor Caleb escalates when landlord Harlan blackmails her with hidden videos. Coerced submission turns into craving—first private, then courtyard, alley, street, bar. Double-teamed under strangers’ phones and headlights, Mia’s addiction deepens: vulnerability becomes power, shame becomes ecstasy. She begs for more exposure, more claims, until surrender is her only identity.
Iris decided that what I needed to control Ben’s crush on me, was to witness one of her obedience sessions she did occasionally with her adopted son Ralph. She’d summon him to a session when he was getting to ‘cocky’ and they helped curb his sexual flamboyancy, thereby keeping his manner and attitude on the right path. And I was fascinated at learning that Ralph reports for these in a modified school uniform consisting simply of blazer, with no shirt, underpants and socks! Oh, not forgettin