A nun who lost her belief too late to live a different life. An asteroid about to impact. A bottle of vodka on the roof, and the inexplicable hand of fate. People usually part our world filled with regret that they could have been better. Not so our nun. The vodka may have had a hand. This time she doesn't get estranged from her family. This time they get really close, you could say. Let's see if she finds other things to regret this time around.
In my first year of university schooling, I boarded with a young family. The landlady introduced me to anal delights. She helped me seduce other women. In the summer holidays, neighbors and family had their share of hot fun as I practiced what I spent the whole year learning.
Andy Wilson, an adventurous 18-year-old, is about to experience a transformative summer that will change his life forever. Living in a sexually open-minded world, Andy navigates the complex feelings of desire and attraction towards family and friends. starts slow.
Matt discovers his loving fiancée has a compulsion to be with other men. After several hiccups in their fiery romance, he must decide whether to break-up with his soul mate and the love of his life, or adjust to her flagrant behavior. He analyzes, talks to others, interacts with other women, and experiments, as his thinking evolves in a thought-provoking paradigm shift on their relationship. Much graphic sex toward end of story. Heavy rewrite of old story.
After twenty-three years of marriage it was a bit of a shock to suddenly find myself on my own, I was a widow at forty, my husband had only been forty-five when he had just keeled over and died, heart attack they had said. Whatever the reason I was alone for the first time in twenty-three years... A lonely woman rediscovers lust from a source she would least have expected.
In classic tennis white -- white shorts, matching tank top, and sneakers -- she was eye catching. Her black shiny hair fell softly around her face. It was thick and I had to resist the urge to run my fingers through the luscious strands. And her glasses were gone. Her dark brown eyes seemed to draw me in like mirrors in reverse; and I decided I wanted to spend hours looking into them.