3 women friends from way back go to Namibia for another friends wedding to a tribesman out in the bush, the husbands are unable to go with them but let the wife's go anyway as the women are all good friends and will have a translator also. Michelle and husband Bastian try to keep in touch via text ,phone and video calls, but the adventure starts in the second week in the village as craving sex the couple masturbate on cam together and it kicks off from there.
A sex tape is made of Karen Adams. One that she doesn't want her husband's boss to see. To protect her husband, she is made to volunteer to have sex with boys to test Doctor Rodolfo Cabak's theory that regular sex with a mature woman will result in the boys achieving better grades, or that is what she is told. There is much more behind the scenes. Karen will be rewarded in a way that she never expected.
A story in the Karinaverse (Traveller) Universe
After losing her virginity in a surprising quickie with her best male friend (also a virgin, and boyfriend of her best female friend), young Karina takes the opportunity to arrange a month of afterschool sex lessons with said male friend to make him better prepared before he has his first time with their other friend. Set in a variant universe of the Traveller RPG, more than 3500 years in our future.
A night of watching "The Purge" leads to a question whose answer would change the brother/sister relationship that Julian had with his stepsister Marcy for good.
The man's world of the Jamaica sugar cane plantation of 1825. A plantation owner besot with a fourteen-year-old boy slave. His fourteen-year-old son guided by an indoctrinated sixteen-year-old. A homosexual sex cult of studly and randy slaves on the mountain and their full-moon initiation ritual. And the biggest black bull independent slave of them all in heat for deflowering fourteen-year-olds. How could that stew of elements play out?
I called out "Hello?" and walked slowly forward. I felt like I was intruding. But I was dumbstruck by the vivid green walls of foliage that hemmed in the garden making it the most private feeling space in the whole of London. "Can I help you?" a girls voice behind me made me jump. I turned around. She was holding a garden fork firmly with both hands, the tines pointing nonchalantly towards me like she could strike out effortlessly if she needed to.