Masturbating drunk can create a mess. I was in such a mess one night, but woke up to find no mess. How could that be? Did somebody clean me up? Why would they do such a thing?
This is an erotic love story. It's loosely based on real events that happened to me in the seventies. It is a story covers the first few days of our relationship. It's a short, sharp vignette about meeting a magical woman. It's a one-off, and I'm not going to drag it out with a sequel.
This is a stand alone story with characters and story line from Guys with Trucks. While reading Guys with trucks is not necessary it has background of characters. Carri brings a friend out to the woods for a extended visit.
A night at an exclusive private BDSM club brings together a young Master and submissive woman. He didn't know who she was until that night; and she couldn't know who had control over her at all. Was it fate that brought them together? Just dumb luck? Or does love work in more mysterious ways than imagined?
Bobby forgot his sister's birthday, which was bad enough, but he's also broke, which made things worse. But there WAS something she needed that he could provide, and which would make her birthday a special event. / (Reviews)
Leigh Rockton meets his new neighbors under difficult circumstances; however, his carnal desire overcomes his hostility. The premise is basically my usual; man meets girl/woman and the rest you know, with a few twists to keep your interest. This is the introduction of possible a new character in my stable of mature men, depending on reader response. One of my proofreaders is excited, however he doesn't count!