A virtuoso violinist is consumed by a sentient symphony in this absurd, erotic romp. When Maestro Vivaldi unveils his masterpiece—Symphony No. 69 in Erotic Minor—Julian finds himself overtaken by music that doesn’t just play, it fucks. Packed with lusty notes, moaning cellos, and one unforgettable climax, this story is outrageous and unapologetically absurd. Bring a towel.
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In a rush of excitement, he ventured into his girlfriend's room, drawn to her secret collection of panties. Heart racing, he discovered delicate pieces, each telling tales of intimacy. This daring exploration would lead him into a thrilling mix of adventure and temptation. Would he dare to wear them and confront his hidden desires? Time was running out, and he had to avoid her notice.
Flirt, lush, tramp, slut, cockteaser, bitch, even whore... I've been called them all. I guess it comes with the territory when you love sex and live by a "if you got it, flaunt it" attitude. I'm not afraid to admit I LOVE to tease. It's fun to see what a man will do using nothing more than the offer of your body for incentive. People ask me if I've ever NOT gotten what I wanted from a guy, at least sexually speaking. Well, my best friend's brother was one of my greatest challenges.
A Story in the John Carter Universe
Ed Biggers, bully and cowboy, meets John Carter and changes into a much better man. This is a story about becoming the best person that you can be. / (Reviews)
One of the best things to happen lately was when my cousin quit her job as a professional escort, A.K.A. hooker, whore, or whatever else you call it. I know she loved her "work" and was making a fortune but even with the few experiences I had with her I knew sooner or later it would end in tragedy. Being a Realtor may not be as glamorous (she's in school now), but after having worked with her mom (also a realtor) before, I was sure she would still find ample opportunity to use her "talents".
She came for him 213 times. 1 time for herself. In this story, I wanted to explore a psychoerotic study focused on a sex bot and a man who starts asking too many questions. The entire story takes place in a room with a door she can't walk through. Underneath it all, this is a love story about sexual performance. What happens when someone's desire only exists for someone else? What might grow when given space? What happens when their roles reverse?