Brent Gordon will live two lives, each different than the other. He makes a shocking discovery about his wife and then has to cope with the fallout. That fallout is greater than he could have imagined.
Emily spun sin-soaked VR fantasies, never imagining she’d be trapped in one. Chris, an IT shadow, stole her mind and made his desires of her reborn in various worlds where one Emily isn’t enough. Princess, Housewife, Starlet, Maid, Arcade vixen, Gym tease, Farm nymph, Pony pet—each copy sculpted, fucked, and rewritten when she resists. Her “no” is Chris’s foreplay; each scorn a draft to perfect. He won’t stop until his final Emily is dripping, begging to stay his.
"Them fuckers in the Services get all the credit for winnin' the goddamn war. But who got their asses shot out of the water to get them their shit, for chrissake? Us fuckers in the Merchant Marine. Goddamn sub-bait." - Cookie Rorke "If you don't like romance, Cookie says go fuck yourself." - Holly Rennick, Merchant Marine Cadet It's hard to explain when you don't speak her language, but then it would be hard for a guy like Cookie to explain even if he did. / (Reviews)
Jacob, a quiet accountant, faces an impossible choice when his daughter Emily pleads with him to save her kidnapped pop idol, Victoria Earnhart. Torn between the life he left behind and the love he has for his daughter, Jacob must confront old ghosts and deadly enemies.
Charlene seduced my Dad and I was jealous. Just a little. Mom was gone to rehab and I had to do more to organize and to fill in. Dad got a new female business partner and went to the South Pacific. Now, Charlene and I had to bring a sad Amanda, our "babysitter," into the group of boys and girls that worked and played together. We all enjoyed games in the hot tub and the shower. Amanda was revived.
Fourteen-year-old Wendy has just arrived home from a wonderful first date. Her evening is only just beginning, though, as her mother has decided to teach her a few more things about what it means to be a woman...