Doreen was in a state of depression because her pretty bottom was marred by exposed white skin next to her perfect new bikini. The new bathing suit was so wonderful that she simply had to find a way to fix her 2 toned skin. Poor Doreen could not picture facing the sniggers and derision from the slutty back stabbing females that lurked on the sand. She figured her best friend Cynthia would solve her problem. That was her first mistake.
In a Kansas City apartment reeking of stale cum, sweat, and Monster energy, Derek’s router finally cooperates for the filthiest long-distance session of his life. Marisol, spread wide in Seattle, demands total degradation: spit-lubed fists, ass-to-mouth fantasies, self-facial swallowing, and gulping his own thick load while she squirts across the room. Seven brutal rounds of narrated depravity leave them both wrecked, sticky, and planning an in-person sequel that will condemn the couch forever.
Allie only had one ambition in life. She wanted to be a dancer. Somehow her thoughts of ballet led to a career as a pole dancer with a sideline of entertainment a bit on the shady side.
A story of love, romance, and lust. A strange love triangle involving a growing experiment into the Taboo of brotherly/sisterly love. It all started with his sister's panties with the little pictures of playing pandas on the mountain peak.
A story in the S.M.O.M.S. Universe
A near 'stream of consciousness' expression of motherly love, hate, insanity, inanity, and occasional sex. It's a randy, bucolic tale when nothing is sacred in the SMOMS universe. See my first, S.M.O.M.S. tale for more context.