An At Some Point Story Domini has an advantage over his fellow nerd-like friends: his older, piping hot redheaded cousin Fiona is staying with his family for a few months...and she has this annoying habit of walking around naked...Domini finds himself entranced only by his cousin, his passion and lust for her increasing with her seductive teasing. Are the two teenagers just playing around, or will the cousins engage in a much deeper, forbidden relationship?
This one is a slow starter, with romantic overtones. Dumped as he waited for his g/f the cinema he noticed a mature woman nearby crying, distracted from his disappointment he comforted her and things developed from there.
Kathy is alone and in bed. Through the open window comes the aroma of freshly baked bread, freeing her fantasies about the man who lives next door - the man who bakes bread every Saturday morning.
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.