A Take Me Out to the Ballgame Story Marty Coggins was just an oversized small-town boy from New Mexico who wanted to play in the big leagues. Trouble was, Marty was a terrible defensive player. And he'd been drafted by a National League club. No future for lousy fielders in the NL. But Marty could flat-out hit. Nothing to do but keep on keeping on.
A lonely man moves to Eastern Oregon to get away from everyone at an isolated ranch. By accident he picks up two teeenage girls and everything changes. Will he find romance and happiness? Not much sex in this one, guys and not until the later chapters.
Sharon was surprised when her "straight, square" sister announced that she planned to wear handcuffs for the whole weekend of their visit to an amusement park. Soon she was wondering who the "straight, square" sister really was... and she was pretty sure it wasn't her sister! NOT A STROKE STORY, but there are some sensual scenes.
Jessie is fourteen and very confused by her unfamiliar feelings around her best friend's mother. By happenstance, she gets a lot more opportunities than expected to experience these confusing feelings when summer holidays start. Expect a teasing build up and a lot of pining while our cute heroine figures out her desires and the temptation becomes overwhelming for both of them. Or is it three of them? What part does Mrs. K's husband get to play in all of this?
A Belt Buckle Mind Control Story A teacher is given a belt that mind-controls his students. When one is bad, she begs to be spanked bare bottom for her punishment. The next belt buckle mind-control series begins!
A Story in the Damsels In Distress Universe
Laird Nathanial was once a Hero of Chaos and Crossroads but tonight is under attack in his family’s Keep by his brother and a small army of mercenaries. No longer welcome on Crossroads after breaking the rules of chivalrous combat, he hatches a plan to both defend his lands and travel back to Crossroads. Can he survive in either world? / (Reviews)
She should get up, wash the slick evidence from between her thighs, but her body still hums with the heat he left behind. The scent of sex clings to the air, the sheets, her skin. In the quiet that follows, need lingers. With His Name on My Lips is a story of aftermath, intimacy, and the aching pull between what was and what still burns.