A Blues Story Mark, a math geek, is assigned by his teacher to tutor little miss rich girl in Algebra. It's a formula for experimentation that adds up to something neither of them planned on. They find out one plus one might make three! Who says math is useless in everyday life? / (Reviews)
A story in the Toby Wakefield Stories Universe
While Toby Wakefield continues working for St. Bart's he takes on a side job as yard boy for Irina Strelnicov who seduces him into an affair. After high school he attends Johns Hopkins University in Baltimore where he meets Samantha Onassis, manager of Sig's Diner and goes to work for her. Toby and Sam have sex. Rina comes to Baltimore to visit and introduces a new variety of sexual play and Cissy reappears.
57 year old high school French teacher from Mauritius needs a place to stay during lockdown; her 17 year old ex-student has a spare room at his family's old farmhouse. She didn't know he trained gymnastics after class; he didn't know she used to moonlight as a yoga teacher. The muscular young athlete and the strong flexible yogi thought that sleeping together for a week or two would be harmless fun. But as the months pass, their powerful sexuality turns to passion, and emotions begin to stir.
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A Naked in Central High School Story Part of the Naked In School Stories universe
Part 2 of the Carl NIS series. Read Carl NIS first. A shy girl has a crush on Carl Walker. How does she deal with him being naked in school? It is, as they say, an eye opener, and has quite an effect, on her, and her family. And she hasn't a thing to wear to the Homecoming Dance!
Learning the truth about Vader and with Han imprisoned, Luke is ready to speed up his Jedi training. Hearing of a holocron on Nar Shaddaa in the hands of a female pirate crew, he charms all the ladies.
Once a year, the gate opens—for Aisha and Elior alone. The garden remembers them, and as vines part and figs split, they answer its call with sweat, laughter, and a hunger sharpened by absence. Among trembling leaves and blooming fire, their bodies meet in a ritual of rhythm and release. What begins with a pomegranate becomes worship and undoing. This is no paradise. It’s something wilder—sacred, erotic, and entirely theirs.