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.
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.
A photographer falls in love with a high-school senior whose yearbook picture he takes. Under his tutelage, she becomes a model, a photographer, and an enthusiastic lover. (Note: some codes apply to later chapters.)
The Hive of the Killer B's. Ok, this one is a little preachy but it is my story and I can be preachy if I want to be. I am not sure of the proper category for this or even the proper subcategories. It deals with the evils or child abuse, so you get to decide if you want to read it; but there is no sex with children.
The Headmaster's Office It's hard to predict how your day will play out. For example, "No Panties Tuesday" started as a harmless school prank; I could never have predicted that by lunchtime I would be kneeling splay-legged on the headmaster's desk, his hand (innocently?) between my thighs just moments away from discovering my nakedness and arousal. And the day was only half over... / (Reviews)