It's the 1950s and Rachel is a Jewish housewife who doesn't quite know what to do about the little Shiksa spitfire in her bed, particularly if her husband finds out.
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.
Romantic spoof: His older sister encouraged him to go to her old college. Then she urged him to join a club. However, she "forgot" to tell him about Hell Day.
Coming of Age in 1960s New Zealand. My father's much younger brother guided and mentored me from early adolescence through my teenage years and a series of girlfriends. While each story can stand alone, readers will get most out of this series if they read chronologically starting with Andrea, and progressing through Bronwyn and Robyn to my adventures with Pauline
A recently divorced man receives a substantial inheritance, pushing him into undertaking a journey of sexual self-discovery. As he moves from the suburbs to the big city and finally to a villa on the French Riviera, he encounters a number of beautiful and alluring women, each of them offering him new discoveries.
Sometimes redemption comes through realisation; sometimes it comes from a selfless act. In an idyllic setting which may or may not exist, a selfish man meets a very selfless woman.