15 years on from the end of 'Brat Pack'. Rob is released from his jail sentence for tax evasion to find all his children now in their teens. Devon is caught by the school Head in a compromising position with one of his students. He's innocent, but it takes the efforts of the family working together to prove it. It's been years since Rob got to fuck any of the women: he has a lot of ground to make up.
A Swarm Cycle Story
In this, part 10 of the Outpost Series, Frances continues her journey of self-discovery. Along the way she manages to help other people and learn to live a fuller life.
Bad, strungout, fearless romance: In Chicago, 1968, a hippie dreaming of revolution and a reporter sent to cover conventional politics find each other - or do they?
A quiet self-effacing college history professor encounters the woman of his dreams during a plane flight from Hell. The girl he secretly loved throughout High School that never noticed that he existed! Does their belated relationship stand a chance twenty years later?
Halloween-2012
A witch orders a living, custom built homunculus sex toy to satisfy her needs during the wild mating month of October and discovers she got more than what she paid for. Note: Contains double penetration/stuffing, vaginal and anal.
Chained together as they flee their captors, an American doctor and the exotic beauty he's bound to run for their lives along with a curious old woman who needs their protection. Even though there's no common language between them, they finally reach safety in the depths of the rainforest and discover they are not merely bound by chains, but connected by desire.
An Uncle Bob Story During a bath, when she's young, Daphne's Uncle warns her that one of these days he's going to fuck her little pussy. This story is about that day.
I called out "Hello?" and walked slowly forward. I felt like I was intruding. But I was dumbstruck by the vivid green walls of foliage that hemmed in the garden making it the most private feeling space in the whole of London. "Can I help you?" a girls voice behind me made me jump. I turned around. She was holding a garden fork firmly with both hands, the tines pointing nonchalantly towards me like she could strike out effortlessly if she needed to.