Heterosexual Stories

Denial by the Dominant Female. A teenaged boy finds employment..., but the wages are difficult to collect.

Son is home from College and finds his family is very close!

WENDY WILDE wrote deliciously wicked novels of the sexual kind. Novels so hot, so prurient, they made her legions of fans. And haters. No subject matter was beyond her writer's fertile but kinky imagination. Her books made her rich and infamous and loved and hated. And now, dead and gone. Tag Bonewell, house dick at the Wellington Hotel, had never heard of her. Until the Wilde woman was found in suite 912 with three very neat, and accurately grouped, holes in her chest . . .

My tribute to Lewis Carol, or what I imagine he might have written. One summer's day, Alice is lying in the long grass by the river masturbating, when suddenly a white rabbit pops up.