A TXLT2 Story (3) Follow a sexually charged Anderson family on their combination tour and family camping trip where sex follows them to every stop not to mention a mystery stalker that has made the youngest daughter the target of terror.
My wife Chloe is my entire world—beautiful, pure, and the one good thing in our stressful city life. But when our disgusting, leering landlord begins to make our lives hell, a dark, twisted fantasy I've hidden for years starts to bleed into reality. It begins with an old journal, a shocking discovery, and a pair of yoga pants that will push our loving marriage to the absolute edge. She thinks she's doing it for me, but neither of us is prepared for the thrill of the first step.
Unexpectedly, but not for the first time, a videotape turns up in a guys office in-tray one morning. What kind of ramifications is it going to have on his life, this time? / (Reviews)
Jerry has a crush on his mother. After watching a movie and drinking a bottle of wine, Jerry's crush turns to lust and love. A vacation trip to Barbados consumates their love with unintended consequences.
People keep asking me what I'm doing these days and such. So much has changed in my life in the past few months it's hard to even know where to begin but hopefully this will help out. It was time for a change, that was for sure, and what better way than to spend an evening out with my cousin Kristen?
A week earlier I proved that I would do anything for my dad. In order to convince my horrible uncle to allow my dad have Tammy again, it meant I had to let him have his way with me. As much as my dad appreciated being able to have sex again with his cute niece, he felt guilty about what I had to do to make it happen. Well, if this is how he makes up to me, maybe I need to make him feel guilty more often!
Any relationship takes work on both sides, but those with alternative lifestyles seem to have the most difficult time finding a mate. Nature and nurture have conspired at times to thwart our best efforts, and those who succeed are fortunate. As you will see, even someone who is open about their sexuality has problems.
Once a year, the gate opens—for Aisha and Elior alone. The garden remembers them, and as vines part and figs split, they answer its call with sweat, laughter, and a hunger sharpened by absence. Among trembling leaves and blooming fire, their bodies meet in a ritual of rhythm and release. What begins with a pomegranate becomes worship and undoing. This is no paradise. It’s something wilder—sacred, erotic, and entirely theirs.