The green liquid offered to him seemed like a scam. But Jim was surprised at the results. Proceed with caution: this story contains a very juvenile stroke fantasy.
I spied on Mom many times. I watched her undress, and fuck Dad--many times. I masturbated, thinking about her. I didn't care about the rules--that it was taboo, perverted. I had to have her. But would she have me?
Hannah thought she was resigned to a passionless marriage until she caught her son shifting into a massive, virile wolf in the backyard. Instead of running in fear, she unlocks the door to indulge a secret bestiality fetish, trading her husband’s mediocrity for the primal, knot-swelling ecstasy of being bred by the beast.