When a suitcase full of cocaine goes missing, a Mafia hitwoman gets more than her hands dirty as she unravels the mystery and settles old scores. The hard part will be turning her innocent fiancé into the perfect house-husband. -- NOTE: There really are some mildly unsavory activities in this story, so please exercise caution. Use the codes.
I thought I was finished with this taboo fantasy idea of me fucking my son. But it wouldn't leave me alone. Here's where my naughty mind went next. After I dreamed of doing it with my son on the sofa, I went back to bed expecting to find my husband sleeping as usual. But much to my surprise, he actually woke up and had a surprising reaction when he found out what I had been up to.
Madison is back. Now 15, three months postpartum, and desperate to fix what pregnancy destroyed. When her father offers another "specialized protocol"—this time for post-baby body sculpting—she researches it first. Googles "lactational amenorrhea." Reads multiple sources. The science is real. She's safe this time. Week 4: Instagram-perfect results. Week 6: two pink lines. A dark comedy about learning nothing from past mistakes.
Carmen is tricked into switching bodies with a 6-inch-tall shapeshifting sorceress named Areola who then proceeds to have sex with Carmen's brother and mom.
Julie is a frequent flyer. Every week she makes the round trip shuttle between New York City and Washington D.C. Lately she has been making new friends at both ends. In fact, she is burning her own sexual candle at both ends in more ways than one. Her attraction to tall, dark and handsome strangers is almost as strong as her passionate yearning for female companionship. Follow her adventures to the final orgy of lust in the midst of a degenerate family party.