Emma and Jackie were roommates in college. Now several years later, they reunite on the internet and find that both are thinking they have bi-sexual tendencies. Husband Dan is headed for realization of one of his longest held fantasies. As the weekend arrives, he wonders if he really wants what he has asked for for so many years
The members of the Girls’ Wednesday Luncheon Group change multiple marriages, becoming the basis for many sex parties, create a sexually-based business, and then do award-winning adult videos. The main protagonist is Kit, a hot, young female, married to Dax, and willing to try just about anything that’s adventurous. This erotic novel is presented here weekly over the next half-year.
A girl in her final year at uni takes a train home for the Xmas holidays and spends the long journey daydreaming about erotic incidents with other girls from her past that had led to her having a full blown lesbian affair with a fellow student at university which had ended unexpectedly. Do vote at the end to let me know what you thought of it.
A Tales from Riley High Story It's the first dance of the year, and everyone is there. Zane must navigate all the drama between girlfriends, ex-girlfriends, and all the others who are chasing him for one reason or another. All while being a good date for Morgan who has resurfaced from his past.
Aphrodite sends out a team of specialists to set up supermodel Anya Petrova with the love of her life. Our half-sized heroes don't get it quite right, with amorous dogs, horny hookers, and hungry neighbors getting in the way. But somehow, in the end, the hit is made and things turn out for the best '" if not as planned.
When I started "Master PC - Child of the Program" I was attempting to do something similar as with "Master PC - The Protector". That is start with a lot of sex and then taper off. Then I changed my mind, but I kept the chapters that were originally going to open the story. Starting with Chapter 2, this was how I originally planned "Child of the Program"...
The neon sign buzzed against the darkening sky, casting a pink glow across the parking lot. My wife, Gayle, adjusted her tube-top in the passenger mirror, the thin fabric stretching across her chest, her large nipples pressing visibly against the near-transparent material. Her terrycloth shorts rode high on her thighs, the soft fabric clinging to the curve of her ass. It was the eighties, and we were young and free and oh so horny.