This is a story I wrote a couple of years ago. It is the tale of a writer f erotic stories who believes he is cursed when his stories start coming true.
"Independence Day", "War of the Worlds", "Alien", "The Thing". Why do aliens have to be so damn horrible? What if they were benevolent? What if they wanted to help the Human race? Well they might still abduct some of us. What would that be like?
Wouldn't it be wonderful if all the old superstitious beliefs, rules and laws regarding sexual relations were finally relegated to the dust bin of history where they belong? Should the government have the power to tell us when, where and with whom we may enjoy the ultimate expression of love and attraction? The year 2058 is a time when societal mores have finally matured to reflect what most humans have desired for centuries.
There aren't many things worse after a breakup than going to a party alone. While Cameron wasn't feeling great about attending his friend Derrick's New Year's Eve Party, but would Derrick's girlfriend Samantha find a way to cheer him up?
Thanks to a strange birthday gift from his, apparently, half-beautician/half-mad scientist mother, all the girls that share Lucas's hot tub are acting more and more affectionate.
After years of sexually exploring other men's wives, a young man finds he enjoys learning about his partner, and how she enjoys other men and pushing her boundaries.