Thomas Reiley meets an 18-year-old high school girl in an online adult sex game. She agrees to meet up with him in real life, and he turns her into a facial-obsessed slut.
He's a nerd who barely registers on the social spectrum, and she's a prep on the school dance team. A chance meeting in an unlikely place changes both their lives.
I never meant for it to happen. One teasing lap dance at the bachelor party turned into secret texts, desperate hookups, and raw, guilt-soaked nights with my best friend’s wife. Emily swears she still loves Mark… but she keeps coming back for more — in my bed, in the basement while he games upstairs, even on a luxury hotel weekend. Risky creampies, near-misses, and crushing guilt. How long until everything explodes?
A young husband offers to put his wife up for bid at a charity auction, without his wife's prior consent. The auction is just among a select group of close friends. To teach him a lesson she goes along, reluctantly. She doesn't regret it. / (Reviews)
In the hotel room by the North Saskatchewan River, Isabelle stood in crimson lace, flushed with anticipation. Alex circled, fingertips teasing her ribs and curves until she trembled. He knelt, mouth hot on her belly then lower—tongue slow and deliberate, fingers curling inside until her orgasm crashed in waves. He stripped, entered her deeply. They moved hard and urgent—nails raking skin, breaths mingling—until they shattered together in sweat-slick release.
Jimmy, Angie, and Jean are celebrating their graduation from high school by taking a day trip on Jimmy's father's boat to the Bermuda Triangle. They get caught in a mysterious storm and are transported back in time 65-75 million years. Join them as they try to cope with being marooned in time with danger on every side. Can they survive? By the way, there are no aliens in this story, but it is an alternate reality.
Mason expected a quiet summer and internship at his Aunt Valerie's beach house—a break from college, some sun, maybe some boredom. What he got was an education. And not the kind that you get in classroom.