Anora, Queen of Ferelden, is widely know as the Ice Queen, and for a reason. Aedan, her new husband, isn't willing to put up with her reluctance any more. And there are two things working in his favour: one, he knew what Anora was like when he married her - he was friends with her late husband. And two, he is not, as everyone believes, a Nice Guy.
Valentine's Day is meant to bring lovers closer together. A strip club bouncer collides with a sexually deviant family, lives are changed, and he finds love in an unexpected way.
What's a gloryhole? It's a little hole drilled into the sides of a peep show booth or toilet stall to allow for anonymous cocksucking. I've been worshipping at gloryholes since I was a young buck, and here's a stunning expose on this American phenomenon.
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A North Shore Whore Story Dan discovers that his best friend's mother, who he always thought to be a cold-hearted bitch, has a sick predilection for young cock.
Willamina Pryce accepted a job 2000 miles from home as a first-time nanny to author Nick Benson and his wife Claire. Dollar signs in her eyes and a chance to start a new life in San Diego, California she jumped at the chance. With a writer that made 50 Shades of Grey look vanilla, her job was cut out for her. Her boss a nudist was tough by itself, but the more she learned the hotter it was. The nanny was more than caring for their child, she was caring for Nick. Serving more apt! Best job ever!
Lou is retired, so he takes a job at the local thrift store, where a lot of the young teens from the working class neighborhood come for clothes. Lou finds he can help the girls choose clothes at the same time he satisfies his sexual needs by fucking the slutty teens who shop at the store. / (Reviews)
In a shop thick with oil and silence, a clockmaker discovers a key that rewinds time in precise increments. His apprentice, Lira, turns it with him. Loops stretch. Desire deepens. But the clocks begin to falter—and so do they. Ticks blur. Scars remain. Moments once shared begin to slip. Each turn takes something: breath, memory, steadiness. What remains when time breaks around you, and you can’t remember who you were before?