To say that I had mixed emotions when Heather's slacker brother moved in to our basement suite would be too kind. I hated the idea. But Heather has this way of making me see things her way, and I don't think things will every be quite the same.
Lovers slip away from their spouses for an evening together, and begin a night of adventure with a sexy cab ride to a sumptuous meal at a rooftop restaurant.
A mature couple escapes to the seaside and needs some breakfast. Given that they are naturists at heart and quite hungry, this breakfast on the beach may seem quite unusual. An early morning story with several casual encounters.
A dim, dirty, sleazy arcade, smelling of sex and piss and cum and disinfectant. Finest kind. Jeff: older, big, black tee, tight faded jeans, boots and black leather jacket. Craig: younger, handsome, arrogant, the type who tops and nothing else, and never with old faggots. Craig wants a quick suck in his booth, or a willing ass for his cock. He gets more than he bargained for, more than he ever thought possible.
Young Byron has a strange sort of problem. Every night his foster parents have to lock him up in the basement of the big old house in which they live. The secrets here run deep.