This story is part of "A More Perfect Union" (2) This is really the epilogue to the story "Quiet Desperation", to which I recently had trouble figuring which direction to take. In this single chapter story, Paul and Michelle recruit Stacy to become the third person in their marriage, with some delicious and surprising results.
The Farm (6) Trophy wife Shirley's sexual frustration attracts the attention of a primal male who picks up on her scent, forcefully mounting and breeding her rear.
The exciting conclusion! Before: The plane crash, the fight for survival. Now: The girls are frantic for more of Jeremy. A pirate ship with more girls as prisoners. Choose plane or ship for rescue? A doctor? Lots of sex. Pregnancies. Jeremy near death! Arguments. In-fighting. Deaths. Lots more sex. Missing spark plugs threaten the rescue. A hurricane! Who will survive?
Divorcee Jade flies into a rage over a canceled date, only to find out her date's Mum was dying. Lucky for her, the chap is the forgiving type and they arrange another date, a weekend tryst. Will Jade find true love, or, just another desperate soul seeking a once-and-done sexual summit? These and other questions are answered inside!
Having been artificially incubated for most of his life, Dominus Fields emerges from the tank to find the world a bewildering place. Men rule over women with violence and cruelty, while the poor serve the wealthy with their labor.
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A The Chronicles of Dan Hayward Story (132) On this day, Jenny McKinnon visits with Megan Williams, a student in her class to study for upcoming math exams.
If you’ve ever watched an 80s beach movie and thought, “This could use more existential horror, heavier satire, and a lot more bouncing,” then congratulations—this book was made for you. Bikini Beach isn’t just a parody. It’s a celebration of the vapid, sun-drenched, neon-drenched excess of a forgotten era, when movies didn’t need a plot as long as they had slow-motion jiggling and a beach party finale. But buried beneath the suntan oil and the barely-there bikinis, there’s something deeper—a w