An Amy Story Amy has been having doubts about her relationship with Gary, she doesn't think she'd giving him enough sex on her own, so she arranges for an invite to a sex party in a stately home. Amy, Gary and Pixie have a very good time, but does Amy need to go to this trouble?
An Amy Story Amy and Gary, freshly back from their holiday in Texas collect their friend Pixie and take her to a hotel for a day of pampering, the masseuse is a pretty girl called Tina. Amy sees a little of herself in Tina and sweetness follows...
An Emily Story Sometimes, the girl next door is the one, and parents can surprise you when they approve. Please note the codes. If parents watching children and vice versa bothers you, this is a good story to skip. Otherwise, enjoy.
My parents had been royal guards and died protecting the empress. She sent me to a place my parents had made plans for. It was isolated and the teachers were all former soldiers. When the men came seeking the empress's son they found me. Their mistake cost them but it gave me a place to start looking for my parents killers.
Mrs. Claus' Cookies were a holiday tradition, as was Mrs. Claus herself. Full of sugar, spice and everything nice. Both had a few more interesting surprises as well.
A front man for a realty group has to spend a few weeks setting up a new condo complex. He innocently lunches each day in a local strip mall and one day happens to look up and see the most appealing woman he ever laid eyes on. His fantasy for her plays out in his head, but she sees his hungry eyes and recalls a time when her husband looked at her that way. Can she resist the chance to feel the passion and appreciation for her efforts to keep herself so appealing that her husband neglects?
This is a true story of the summer I spent at my grandmother's house in Indianapolis, Indiana. I was 16 at the time. During my walks around the area, I had noticed an adult book store on Washington Street (aka US Highway 40). I finally worked up the nerve to enter the store, figuring the worst that could happen was that I'd be promptly kicked out. I wasn't!