Casey Casinger is a young genius, he loves to dabble in his Dad's lab and concoct potions to make the young girls have growth spurts, as well as energy and sexual ambitions. He calls his newest concoction: Clitorade. He has one for boys too; Top-Jock. He also has a concoction that makes him invisible; he has FUN with this.
This is a different genre for Harry Lime. It is an attempt at Erotic Historical Romance. Wrote it a few months ago but wanted to put it on this site to get some perspective on reader reaction. Please vote if you have time so I can judge if I should continue writing in this genre.
16 year old Greg finds hidden computer pictures of his fantasy woman, naked and having sex with another woman. This happens to be his best friends mother Christie and he plots to blackmail her into having sex with him, but she turns the tables on him. See how Greg gets fucked.
Transgender teen Alexandra Plessy moves to Masons Peak to complete her senior year and escape her sex addicted uncle. She keeps her transgender identity secret and has to navigate the challenges of being 'the new kid'. She piques the interest of 'The Karens', three middleclass, self-centered, overly entitled bullies who are determined to put her in her place. She has to satisfy her uncle's sexual appetite whilst trying to have a stable relationship with her boyfriend.
Kelly's mischievous behaviour finally catches up with her. It was up to me to show her the error of her ways. (Please note this is a little rougher than my usual fare - be warned.)
In this world, cultivators and mages fought for thousands of years to prove who was stronger. Cultivators could live very long and kept getting more powerful over time, while mages died much sooner even with special potions. Because of this, cultivators slowly became much stronger and mages lost their old power. Then a poor young boy from a small village got a special system that lets him become stronger by doing perverted things, and it all started when he accidentally saw his mother fingering
What starts as a risky late-night indulgence on the twenty-seventh floor quickly spirals into a sophisticated game of voyeurism and shared secrets. But some secrets are too hot to keep—and even better when they’re shared.