Light Bond Stories

Nicole Miller has been picked up for prostitution. While in jail awaiting her first court appearance, she befriends the detective that arrested her. When a protest empties out the precinct and leaves the two of them alone, she makes her move...

A quick little tale about a man taking what he wants to from a woman in her own apartment, after the lights are out. This isn't a love story, and it's not the kind of writing you're used to seeing from me. If you want character or plot development, read something else!

To keep his mother, Tala, and himself going, fourteen-year-old Filipino-American boy Angelo takes up with American sailors near the 1973 Subic Bay, Philippines, naval complex when his B-girl mother is too ill to turn tricks. They have had a hardscrabble existence in the Olongapo City slums since Angelo's sailor father shipped out thirteen years earlier. Angelo is ready to service sailors, but being handed around proves to be a rough, loveless life.

Ellie adores her big brother, but it's not until she's evicted and moves in with him, that she discovers just how much. Now she has a plan.

Violet Rose's life goes through a rather turbulent week starting with the death of a loved one. She's sold, kidnapped, found love, kidnapped again, raped, tortured, and rescued.

A man turns the tables on his spoiled wife.

Husband finds out that payback can be a bitch... a wife discovers care should be used in revenge.

In the style of a 1950s Domestic Bliss/Domestic Discipline featurette, heavily illustrated, explore attitudes about girls and modesty, CMNF,spanked rosy butts were a small price to pay for obedient daughters and domestic harmony. Women were responsible for the appearance of the home inside and out, dressed up to clean house and cook dinner, peer pressured one another in an idealized suburban version of Stepford Wives that needed no mind control, Pure Embarrassed Nude Female stories

When Ethan refuses the body scanner at JFK, he expects a routine pat-down—not to be pulled behind a closed door by a commanding TSA agent with eyes like sharpened glass. In the hush beyond the terminal’s noise, she inspects him with clinical precision, blurring the line between authority and desire.