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.
NYC cop takes 2 bullets and wakes in the ER screaming... Not my cock, please god, not my cock... Can a red haired Irish surgeon married to a midget save it? And what will she think when she finds the cop's pretty sister fondling it? Whose baby is little Ricardo? And what about Rosie...
Diane installed a nanny cam to protect her children, but the forbidden intimacy she witnesses between them and their bold new babysitter awakens a dormant hunger she can’t deny. Instead of stopping the corruption, she steps out from the shadows to join it, trading her maternal authority for a starring role in the family’s darkest, incestuous secrets.
A couple decides to make the husband's fantasy come true. Little by little, they both become hooked on the experience. I usually like to set my stories in a generic country with more universal habits or foods so that everyone can identify with them better. In this case, due to a request, the story is set in Barcelona, mentioning places and habits specific to Catalonia.
A Circuit Girls Story Adults are always telling Izzy to act like a girl, to be friends with other girls. She'd rather hang out with the boys. She'll figure out who she is and what it means to be a girl her own way.
It is 1948 and London is recovering from almost a decade of war and only three years of recovery and rebuilding both the physical destruction and restoring society with new-found optimism for a bright new future. Gertie is 17 , nearly 18 and a bright and pretty hat check girl looking after theatregoers’ hats and coats in a lively West End Theatre. One evening, while everyone is watching the third act, a drunken patron attacks her and a dashing captain rescues her … changing her life forever.
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.
It was a chance encounter that brought widower Frank Walker and young Emily together in an unlikely friendship - a carelessly thrown Frisbee that landed in his koi pond. Her innocence and budding sexuality were both a joy and an almost irresistible temptation.