An unusual farm girl discovers passion from an unexpected direction. This is a relatively old story, in fact the first I felt good enough about to show to others.
A The Chosen Ones Story Charles and Diana Richards sense trouble looming on their horizon as they return from their Las Vegas wedding and honeymoon. But neither of them were prepared for the pain that arises because of Diana's troubled past. They struggle to get through it with the help of her three girlfriends, who also get their chances at true love because of this tragedy and sheer happenstance. Just when things start to look up, the past returns to haunt them again...
Neil wasn’t really a rapist. Not like Vivian and her “art.” He was an opportunist who spread pleasure. She came from traumatizing her victims. Vivian was an intriguing woman that Neil had to have, even if it meant reshaping himself in her image – and forcing her to take his cock in her lesbian cunt. She fought him every step of the way to becoming his fucktoy… until she didn’t. Amidst their struggle, each faced a loneliness they’d been trying to ignore, and the solution staring them in the face.
The neon sign buzzed against the darkening sky, casting a pink glow across the parking lot. My wife, Gayle, adjusted her tube-top in the passenger mirror, the thin fabric stretching across her chest, her large nipples pressing visibly against the near-transparent material. Her terrycloth shorts rode high on her thighs, the soft fabric clinging to the curve of her ass. It was the eighties, and we were young and free and oh so horny.