High-powered executive Adrianne craves escape from control. When she meets a skilled dominant, she surrenders to intense rope suspension, rough anal and oral creampies, and deep emotional intimacy. What begins as a filthy weekend of bondage and submission quickly becomes an addictive connection filled with trust, aftercare, and profound belonging. A steamy erotic romance about letting go and being truly seen.
I am mature, part-time transvestite who has had many meetings with other transvestites, male admirers, transsexuals and women. I have decided to tell my readers about some of these encounters in a series of short vignettes, which I hope you will delight in. All of the stories are true, although I'm sure there will be some dissenters who claim they are fiction. Please enjoy my True Stories.
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.
Harley Duran, failed sharecropper, lost the farm he "cropped" on. He was blsack listed with the big owners and could find no work anywhere. He, his young wife and their baby wandered the state while he looked for work, any work. There was none to be had. Then, one day a railroad bull tried to kill him and his fortunes changed. Sorry, no twelve inch dicks here.
Two high school outcasts discover a magical chair that binds them together, literally. Stripped of clothes and secrets, Maeve and Lila-Beth must navigate a curse demanding total vulnerability. What starts as humiliation becomes an intimate journey toward an unexpected love that will change everything under the blood moon.
A ruthless CEO ensnares her young trainee in a relentless spiral of nylon-clad domination. Foot worship, smothering, rough fucks, and depraved insertions blur pain and ecstasy until vulnerability binds them in eternal, filthy surrender. Dark, visceral female-led erotica.
A nameless road unspools forever under Elias Moreau’s tyres. Naked, half-hard, he drives toward Isolde—pale, raven-haired, eternally waiting, sex glistening in headlights. Each encounter is slow, deep, wordless release on warm tar, yet she recedes again. No end, only endless want, her scent on the wind, the next curve calling him forward.