Heterosexual Stories

A complicated story of a woman who is marked with stigmata and of a man who was cheated of his savings, He finds love, wealth and gained many friends during the next two decades. The story turns suddenly to dreams of the far past and is historical in nature and tells how Mary and Pete, with their friends in the present, deal with these dreams. Miriam lived during the time, as we know it, when Christianity began.

After Mamoru is swayed under Queen Beryl's control and made into a vassal of the Dark Kingdom, all the Sailor Scouts are forced to process it differently. Makoto is no exception, and as much as she is heartbroken from the ordeal, at the same time she is plagued by a strange longing for him. And she is about to have her dream come true in so many ways.

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.

Two young women go to college in search of excellence in life and sex. They form a study group with four men. It's a long, slow story about how people learn to live together and share their special genius. They have problems, but they solve them.
Fair Warning!: There's lots of sex, but it's mostly off stage, so you need to use your imagination. / (Reviews)

A Traffic Girl Story
John and his girls are back again. After a focus on new business endeavors, they are plunged back into the world of raucous partying and sexual experimentation. See which temptations they succumb to this time. This is a long, interconnected story that is full of sex, heavy partying, polyamory, and the occasional wife stealing.

A Middletown story
A long and bumpy road to love.

A Middletown story
A car accident left her in a wheelchair. But could anyone look past the chair—and truly see her?