A story of love, romance, and lust. A strange love triangle involving a growing experiment into the Taboo of brotherly/sisterly love. It all started with his sister's panties with the little pictures of playing pandas on the mountain peak.
A woman's wedding day is supposed to be the most wonderful day of her life, a day that she'll always remember. In this story, the bride's wedding day was anything but the most wonderful day of her life, but certainly one that she would never forget
I hate stories of cuckolds, cheating wives, slut wives etc. They make me sick. They give me sleepless nights. I want to puke. But the web is full of them. So Why did this plot come into my head? Maybe if I write the story I'll be able to sleep quietly again...