Welcome home Garrison Ozymandias Dhorne. Alabama missed its favorite soldier of fortune. Starting over after years of remorse, losing his one true love and abandoning his son, he decided to get his shit together. Nothing came easy except for charisma. OZ was ready to find his new ONE. Master over slave who would die for her deity or live to serve her purpose. Masseuse Jordy Bauer might have dug her nails into her own coffin. Love at first stranglehold! If only her husband agreed.
Jenna takes her 17-year-old daughter to St. Lucia in the Caribbean. It is a weekend of new experiences. They accept an offer for a couples massage, laying side- by-side on adjoining tables. What they didn't expect was the "complete" body massage they each received and reaching orgasm together holding hands. I previously published this story on a now defunct site and it was always a fan favorite.
This is a love triangle story that takes place in the 70s & 80s. Two Army buddies get the boot from the service with tens of thousands of others when Jimmy Carter enters the White House. They end up sharing an apartment. A cute little blonde arrives unannounced. Soon the three become a love triangle. The blonde confuses and confounds both men. Both want her, but only one can have her. Other affairs happen, one of them with a big boobed Avon Lady, an homage to those hard-working Avon ladies.
Mike Hall just graduated high school with no plans and no prospects. When his neighbor Mrs. Turner offers him cash to help with yard work, he figures it's easy money. What he doesn't expect is for the older, married woman to take an interest in him that goes way beyond maintaining her garden. Claire Turner is alone for the week while her husband travels for business. When the shy teenager shows up at her door, she sees an opportunity for some fun.
A lovely virgin, assaulted and raped in a parking lot, learns that her grandma never told her that having sex feels really good. (this isn't a run of the mill rape story)
You don’t know how this book came into your possession. One day, it just appeared with its red leather cover and no title. As you open it, the pages spring to life, moving on their own with incredible speed until they finally settle on one chapter. The book may speak of many worlds and many ages both past and future, but for now, this is the story the Red Book offered you. On a cold, spring night a carriage makes its way hastily down the old dirt road. In it, a young noble lady.
The divorce was final. I had full custody of our daughter, Laney. She had just turned fourteen. This is my memory of our first night together at my place. She wanted to take a bath. She wanted me to be in the bathroom next to the tub. She wanted me to wash her. I did.
The year is now 2186 and sex work is a common occupation. Nearly every young person knows at least one friend, sibling, or cousin who works in the industry, and no one would bat an eye when they saw a sixteen-year-old working behind the counter. It was a normal part of society, no different from any other profession. And the industry continues to thrive, despite its low wages. No one questioned how things had gotten this way. It was just life. And for Lila, this was just another night on the job