On an exploratory road trip to the east coast I found the perfect home in New Hampshire. Now, if I could buy it I'd be happy...If I could find someone to sell it...If I could find out who owns it...and what about the fine red lines surrounding the house when it's foggy? Why do most of the old men look alike and why are the women young, buxom, blond and beautiful. But, most of all, what casts the shadows on the windows?
James is a Vet, crippled in the recent war. Cynthia was his superior officer then, and his wife later. She cheated. No question about it. But... It's not what you think. What is it then? Well, read the story!
A man takes a woman, her granddaughter and her daughter hostage in their secluded home and uses all three, but the granddaughter was the real target. A grandmother's secret comes out, angering her daughter, but a daughter's secret comes out as well. After conquering all three, he leaves them to their own devices, will they summon the police?
A rewrite of the very first erotica story I had made many, many years ago. I hope you all enjoy. It's about a 19 year old college girl who agrees to basically be an anal plaything for a very old college professor.
When Clay's life partner since he was fourteen, Mustafa, who owned a Turkish restaurant in Berlin, dies, Clay brings his remains back to the Anglican church in Izmir, Turkey, where the priest, Father Thomas, initiated Mustafa when he was fourteen. Thomas introduces Clay to fourteen-year-old American-Turkish altar boy Rifatt, who needs attention and someone to take care of him.]
Samira thought that sex with her long-term partner, Amelia, on that Saturday morning was probably going to be the highlight of her day. The weekly food shop and a walk afterward seemed unlikely to top it. Boy was she wrong!