Tales of the Dryden DNA Disaster
Waking up late with a case of Morning Wood, Libby Edwards doesn’t have time to waste taming the beast. Thinking fast, she uses a mini-portal to leave her erection home so she can wear her new dress without an unsightly tent. Before long she realizes she made a fundamental mistake. Her daughter Molly was home alone, with her erect penis!
Boys, you can be a mean big brother, or you can be nice to your little sister, even to the point of wearing a goofy costume. The choice is yours--it's called trick or treat! Once again putting the "story" back in sex stories. If that's not what you like, please don't read or rate. ALWAYS READ THE FINE PRINT: see endnote for the genesis of this story.
52-year-old Agatha Wilcox takes a week's vacation at the shore and finds herself in a simmering affair with a young lifeguard that lasts the duration. Finding a new appetite for sex she has an affair with her daughter's piano teacher and then her own son. She shares her sexual adventures with her three best friends--all pastor's wives--who are feeling neglected at home. They found a nationwide organization called The Red Panties Society.
Pregnancy changes a woman. That's no gem of wisdom, in and of itself, but pregnancy also changes the way a man perceives a woman. When a man sees a pregnant woman, he can't help but reflect on the proof that she is, or at least has been, sexually active. And really KNOWING a woman has been sexually active can impact the way a man looks at a woman. Sometimes that goes for the woman's father too. / (Reviews)
What does a woman do when she doesn't like to be shamed and humiliated but develops a compelling desire for other women who humiliate her? Does the humiliation become compelling also?
Teen boy gets lucky with older lady. However sporadic, the bloom remains throughout the years. And, oh yea, did I mention that Mrs. Harris was the one to steer me to my little sister? As for that, ditto. I was writing a really sexy story and was finishing up, when this one began growing like a seed dropped in the nest of my dirty hair. I just kept writing, describing the bursting kernel. It's a long lit-smut piece, something I compare to the canon of Classic Losgud. As always, enjoy!