Trekking through a somewhat different jungle in search of somewhat different game. I had an idea and had to get it down, so here is the 'stroke story' version. Perhaps someday I'll come up with the 'finely crafted short story' version. You have been warned.
Mother’s Day brunch begins with croissants and compliments—but ends in unthinkable heat. When one teasing question turns the air electric, Rachel finds herself at the center of a family celebration that erupts into lust, surrender, and taboo. Mimosas blur the lines, desires ignite, and every boundary is crossed in this unapologetically depraved tale of generational hunger and maternal power.
Lexi comes home from college to visit her father for Valentine's Day. She brings her boyfriend Ray, who studies exercise physiology with her. Together Ray and Lexi give Daddy a very, very special Valentine's Day massage.
A horny fairy tale in the manner of the Brothers Grimm. It’s never been a popular story, but it’s a personal favorite of mine because it was so much fun to write. The plot is ripped off from Chandra’s fine incest story, “Daddy, Can I Talk to You?” By way of apology, I dedicate this piffle to her. / (Reviews)