This is part of the series about Dan, Vicki, and their family. Part of the Southern Sexual Liberation universe
Cassie von Greiner can't hide her love affair with her twin brother Hector any longer. Thankfully, in the von Greiner clan, it isn't really a secret and it has the full blessing of her folks. These twins are a bit different from the rest of the tribe, due to their jealousy and absolute fidelity to each other, but they still know how to get very steamy both in and out of bed.
She was late for her appointment with the Master and he was not pleased. She wondered what her punishment might be but she knew he wasn't going to be easy on her...
"Jack," a well-endowed student has fucked his way through the willing girls in his high school. On a bus headed to the regional track and field meet his well-endowed track coach hits on him. Jack quickly takes control and turns the tables on her.
Disclaimer: All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. All students portrayed in a school setting or otherwise are high school seniors that are about to graduate and are all 18 years of age.
Janet agrees with the other girls in the office, that they don't like Anika. She's Indian and, well, not the same as them. Anika finds herself invited to Janet's birthday party. Where plans have been laid to give her, her come-uppance. Our Indian girl is about to get a big surprise!
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Apologies for error in description; now rectified.
Married 34-year-old Sarah hasn’t been touched in eight months. Her late-night personal training with hot young trainer Mike starts innocent — just “form corrections” that leave her soaked and guilty. Slow-burn tension builds through sweat, mirrors, and lingering touches until the empty gym doors lock.
Freedom is heavy. Not the absence of walls. Not broken chains. Not an open road. It is the moment you stop running. The moment you surrender to something stronger than your fear. She was sure of herself, yet starving for freedom. He became her mirror showing her the parts she was ignoring. The collar is no cage. It is an anchor. The weight that finally stops her from drifting into the cold, meaningless void of not belonging.