Those long-running TV afternoon time fillers. They consist of implausible plots, caricatures of perfect people wearing designer clothes, are filled with ever-changing feuds, backstabbing, shifting relationships, and characters who appear briefly when needed but then disappear without reason, and poor acting. But even though we know all this, we become hooked and go along for the ride. Here is a Soapie of my year living dangerously with sexfighting Asian females.
In 1821 Dorchester, gullible but well-endowed Barnaby marries the seductive older widow Delilah. What starts as eager nightly passion turns into cuckold delight when he spies her "fortune-telling" sessions — riding naked gentlemen for coin. Instead of fury, Barnaby grows rock-hard watching. But when his rival Colm claims her too, jealous lust leads to one ball-shattering, scandalous climax. A filthy Regency tale of naive passion, slut wife betrayal, and sticky revenge.
Marcus Hale had every chance in the world and wasted all of them. He drank, he gambled, he lied—and when his pregnant wife Claire Jensen was driven to the edge, he arrived too late to stop her. For twenty years afterward, even as he clawed his way to wealth and power, regret followed him like a shadow he could never outrun. Then, at the height of his success, a gunshot ended everything—and sent him back. Marcus wakes on the day it all began again: Claire alive, furious, and done with his empty
This is a variant of Agena's "A Joke". It spins off from somewhere at the end of the beginning (if that's not too confusing). If you haven't read "A Joke," you should -- and some of the alternate endings thereto, also. But you don't really need to read it to follow what happens in my story. --- A quick note about the codes: 'rough' does not apply to the sex. This is not a happy ending story.
A holiday office party proves to be the beginning of a brand new life for Victor Mancini, an ambitious young editor whose women and boss all have designs on him.