A young woman is sent to an old wizard to learn the ways of magic from him, and he spins her tales of trading sex and love for learning in his youth. Chapter 1 is MM, but later episodes are MF and FF, and sometimes involve centaurs and dragons.
Uncle Bob was her favorite man, so when he invited her to go to his beach house for the weekend she jumped at the chance. He had always bought her bikinis to wear at the beach and she knew it was because he wanted to see her body. That was okay, because she loved the look in his eyes when they raked over her. This time the bikini was so small she said she might as well be naked. He said his beach was private and they could skinny dip if they wanted to. That wasn’t the last thing he suggested.
If you appreciate and are attracted to mature women'"then you're going to just love Vivian. Besides having a beautiful figure, she will captivate you with her intelligence and quiet gracious demeanor. But make no mistake'"along with her niceness,she is all woman; a fully sensuous female, who knows what she likes, and goes about getting it with that ever so rare elusive touch of class. This Rose is still in full bloom!
Mary is a very troubled young woman with very unhealthy ideas about sex and suicide, especially ones involving both at the same time. Will the love and care of a relative stranger be enough to save her? Note the Caution flag! This is an odd sort of romance story that might not be to everyone's taste, and might have something to offend nearly everyone. Note the story codes carefully! (Newly revised and re-edited)
A man having marital troubles finds himself vacationing alone in Hawaii as part of a workplace tourgroup. While there, he and a coworker visit the famous landmark. The rest is history.
After twenty-three years of marriage it was a bit of a shock to suddenly find myself on my own, I was a widow at forty, my husband had only been forty-five when he had just keeled over and died, heart attack they had said. Whatever the reason I was alone for the first time in twenty-three years... A lonely woman rediscovers lust from a source she would least have expected.
My husband Bob is a fountain pen collector. Yeah, really! Well, pens don't turn me on much, but our friend John, who was there with his wife, another collector, was another matter altogether.