Julie, a teenager in 1956, is besieged by puberty hormones. The innocent and clueless girl doesn't understand the sexual urges and thoughts triggered by them. She's frightened, frustrated, yet experiences unexpected pleasure. Her journey takes her from discovery and confusion, to exploration and experimentation, and finally enlightenment. Throughout it all, she deals with emotional highs and lows, a rollercoaster of heart-wrenching torment and heart-warming thrills.
Robin has a conference with her daughter's teacher to discuss her future. Neither of them could know her future involves getting knocked up by her teacher.This author's attempt at telling a story primarily from a female point of view.
A Tale of Misspent Youth A brand-new townhouse, a brand-new neighborhood, and two brand-new neighbors, female, young, well-formed and extremely naked, sunning themselves in their back yard. "Oh, my," Greg thought. "I think I'm going to like it here!"
Father struggles with his desires as his sexy daughters wedding approaches. Will he seek solace with her two best friends, the blond and married Babs, and the red haired vixen Naomi, or will he will he be unable to resist his soon to be married little girl?
Johnny Whitaker, a 16 year-old orphaned Settler in 1860 Fort Laramie frees Winona, a 15 year-old Lakota Indian girl from white slavers. Follow their story as they trek 620 miles of Nebraska Territory wilderness, fall in love and return her to her people.
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Karl Erickson was an old widower, quietly living out his days. Then, something amazing, something wonderful, happened to him. But coping with change -- even amazing, wonderful change -- is never a simple matter.
It's magic, but not as we know it. A fantasy in six parts.
I've written it all, so you won't be left in the lurch.
>Lucilla watched the celebrities for a few more minutes, and then turned to go. It wasn't until then that she noticed the key. The hotel room key, hooked impossibly over the waistband of her white panties. Lasco's key, obviously. This was worse than she thought. Or better, she realised, grinning.