Consensual Sex Stories

Keralite Father is seduced by his daughter

WENDY WILDE wrote deliciously wicked novels of the sexual kind. Novels so hot, so prurient, they made her legions of fans. And haters. No subject matter was beyond her writer's fertile but kinky imagination. Her books made her rich and infamous and loved and hated. And now, dead and gone. Tag Bonewell, house dick at the Wellington Hotel, had never heard of her. Until the Wilde woman was found in suite 912 with three very neat, and accurately grouped, holes in her chest . . .

To help with Earth's over-population and while exploring a new world for settling, Chad crashes on the world and he is taken back to the days of knight's-of-old. There is damsels in distress to rescue and have sex with for rescuing, weird six-legged horses to ride, virgins to have for the taking, wenches that are trained to service their masters, that need to be sexed, and feuds that need to be settled to old-fashioned way

The love of peeping leads the whole family into each other's arms where love is best shared.