You write books that will never see publication. Until you get noticed by your lesbian neighbor who works for a small press. You have a wife and she has a partner, and then the fun begins. Any real lesbian will declare the premise of this story total bunk. Well, duh, that's the very definition of fiction slash fantasy. To my loyal readers: I have to go on a small hiatus--read the endnote.
It's a Tupperware Party, but without the Tupperware. The women who gathered for these parties seemed to have a ball, and Hayley's new business venture of selling adult novelties had begun to take off. The parties are never routine, but when a new hostess suddenly departs, she finds herself alone with the invited guests: Seven men, each very interested in her wares. What's a married woman to do?
A boy is asked to play the piano while his teacher practices her dance. Soon he's getting a lesson in another art. (Celeste's score: 10, 10, 10. "This is an exceptionally well-written story. The description and integration with the musical theme was so well done that I practically came just reading about the dance scenario ... The actual sex was even more vivid. I strongly recommend this story!")
I'm horny, hungover and wearing a pair of white speedos at the beach. The older gay couple just down the beach wave me over and our oral threesome gets a hurry along as we nearly get caught.