Kenny Walsh has finally met the love of his life, cute, bright Emma Conroy. She loves him, too, and has agreed to marry him. But Emma has been raised by strict parents, and will do nothing remotely sexual until they're married. His friends call her "Little Miss Prim". Kenny's friends warn him that women like that seldom become sexually adventurous after the "I do's". But Kenny's sure that everything will work out fine, sex-wise. You should be careful what you wish for.
My erotic days and nights living with a wonderful, high priced call girl. Tammy was a delighfully goofy and lovable sprite. I think that you will find her to be memorable ... she certainly is for me! (For those that are willing to write after reading this I will tell you where to find a few pictures on the internet that though antique could very well be her in the nude!)
A Silver Surfer Story (3) Raquel Welch, a stunningly well-preserved sex symbol, is booked with her husband for a long weekend getaway in northern California. When her husband quickly tires of peace and quiet, he leaves. Raquel and the innkeeper soon find that two's company.
After a failed marriage, a sensitive man focuses on self-improvement and the search for Ms. Right. A good deed leads him to find his soul mate. A passionate rendezvous seals their love.
A boy is asked to play the piano while his teacher practices her dance. Soon he's getting a lesson in another art. (Celeste's score: 10, 10, 10. "This is an exceptionally well-written story. The description and integration with the musical theme was so well done that I practically came just reading about the dance scenario ... The actual sex was even more vivid. I strongly recommend this story!")
When she was young, Elaina would often share the outdoor shower with her dad after a day on the beach. It was all very innocent, but seeing her father's 'penis', as she later found out it was called, left a lasting impression on her. As she got older, she wanted very much to see it again, and not just to see it...
That probably wouldn't have been how Maria would have described it as she lay on the floor, nursing her injured hands. But when she got back from the hospital and realized that she couldn't take off her own panties, possibilities did start to occur to her.
You write books that will never see publication. Until you get noticed by your lesbian neighbor who works for a small press. You have a wife and she has a partner, and then the fun begins. Any real lesbian will declare the premise of this story total bunk. Well, duh, that's the very definition of fiction slash fantasy. To my loyal readers: I have to go on a small hiatus--read the endnote.