They say love is blind. I say lovers are blind, deaf and dumb. And they love it. Don't tell them what you saw. Or what you heard. Or know. They'll hate you for it. / (Reviews)
She was supposed to speak for the gods. Moan on cue. Spill their secrets at climax. But when a thief breaks the silence, she doesn’t speak for divinity—she speaks for herself. What follows is a litany of gasps, her hips reciting a prophecy the gods never wrote.
Dylan returns to the falily home for the funeral of his father and finds his mother at rock bottom of alcoholism. He helps her fight her way back into the world and they find a relationship they didn't expect. 50 AI generated.
A woman realizes the impact of her aging on her beauty, but finds a very understanding photographer to bring out her charms to her best advantage which leads to a competition who would first lose control and would thus end the session. In the end she finds a new way to enyjoy the love of her caring partner. This is the female perspective of my story 'Photo Session' with expansions.
Aiding illegal aliens in our country is an offense but it can be difficult to turn away a hungry person without some help. A small group found me and convinced me they were willing to do anything for food and water and a place to stay.