An Australian story about the life of someone who began unwanted and ended up a beloved icon. So don't believe me, neither did his son until he died. I threw in some science fiction critique and some sex to be different
Valerie is tired of painting landscapes, and asks her handsome son to pose for her... nude. When his constant erections drive his mother to discover the identity of the woman who seems to have so much control over his libido, she is shocked to find out it is... her.
In the hotel room by the North Saskatchewan River, Isabelle stood in crimson lace, flushed with anticipation. Alex circled, fingertips teasing her ribs and curves until she trembled. He knelt, mouth hot on her belly then lower—tongue slow and deliberate, fingers curling inside until her orgasm crashed in waves. He stripped, entered her deeply. They moved hard and urgent—nails raking skin, breaths mingling—until they shattered together in sweat-slick release.
David's co-worker Beth is a total bitch. Everyone in the office thinks so. His boss wants him to do something about it. Note: This is not a stroke story, but I hope you read it anyway. / (Reviews)