A chance meeting between a twice divorced woman with a penchant for sexual dominance, and a single male who yearns to submit to the authority of womanhood, comes to blissful fruition. Unable to resist each other, their passions flow naturally, but with erotic significance, the gentle control of one and the surrender of the other, ensuring the beginnings of a life of mutual pleasure.
In a Kansas City apartment reeking of stale cum, sweat, and Monster energy, Derek’s router finally cooperates for the filthiest long-distance session of his life. Marisol, spread wide in Seattle, demands total degradation: spit-lubed fists, ass-to-mouth fantasies, self-facial swallowing, and gulping his own thick load while she squirts across the room. Seven brutal rounds of narrated depravity leave them both wrecked, sticky, and planning an in-person sequel that will condemn the couch forever.
Allie only had one ambition in life. She wanted to be a dancer. Somehow her thoughts of ballet led to a career as a pole dancer with a sideline of entertainment a bit on the shady side.