Jake inherits a block of flats from his mother. They're in a poor state, however, and require renovation. While he worked to upgrade the place, he recieves an urgent request from the local women's refuge. Is this the point at which Jake's reclusive life changes? Or is this innocent request merely setting the stage for another of life's disappointments?
A PARODY of Babysitter Stories that read like wet dreams. It's Hetero and it's got some good'n'nasty sex as it goes along but it's not really 'stroke', although I originally intended it to be.
But the characters wouldn't cooperate. And, like most dreams, it's full of wacky, impossible sh*t!
It's not always about why. Sometimes it's just about what. "Your first orgasm hits you hard, and the man behind you holds you up as the kneeling man slides his tongue deep inside your hot slippery wetness."
Mabel was a savvy broad. She knew which end was up all right. Her frebbie trip to the hotel room with the French guy was a one way journey. Her DNA and the French guy's DNA made it to heaven all mixed together as they were just on the cusp of orgasmic release when the bomb went off. A very vindictive Angel sends poor Mabel back to Earth as the French talking male to find a female who will love him truly and without reservation. Problem it is in 833AD and life is tricky at best. More to come.
Dave has found the ideal apartment with a lovely view in San Francisco. Even the price tag was so low that he was certain it was a mistake. So when he finds a pretty ghost in his bed in the middle of the night, giving up the apartment never crossed his mind. He finds out that inside the apartment, this tasty female ghost is able to satisfy every one of his kinky demands far beyond his expectations. She even likes to play with his new female co-workers in depraved group sex.
A story in the Fantasy Ravishment Universe
Under six escalating red moons, a highborn woman is captured, claimed, and transformed by a brutal orc war-band. From ravishment to willing surrender, from iron rings to molten brands carved through her very heart, she becomes their pierced, squirting, eternally orgasming queen. By the final moon she is no longer human; she is the living red moon itself, a pierced and branded goddess of unending climax who births a new crimson sky from her own endless release.