Cherry is a single Filipina mother supporting her 23 year old daughter Jane while she finishes her studies. However, sparks fly when Jane discovers what exactly Cherry does to earn enough to allow them to live comfortably. But anger turns to curiosity and the lives of the two women change forever.
We are often time prisoners of our own kinky thoughts and fantasies. This is a story of a teacher who had to work real hard to reach his status and uphold his image only to be really tested when faced with a real opportunity to live and experience his dirtiest kinky pleasure. Will he risk it all? Is it worth it? Well read on and find out after all its all about choices and Tim made his, what about you?:)
Amy, a wife and mother of two little boys, finds herself almost totally neglected by her hubby after the birth of her second child. Eventually, Amy becomes very needy of a man's attentions and her boss, Ted, is the first to pick up on her needs. And he's followed by several more before Amy finds what she really wants.
I suppose I'm a complicated and contradictory sort of person, most people are to some extent or the psychiatrist couches would be empty. I love my wife to bits and I'm very jealous about her, yet I allow myself the bitter sweet pain of exposing her to other men's eyes and even going as far as letting them use her sweet body.
Where's the line between a sexy woman performing and enjoying dancing in front of a crowd naked and getting off from knowing that she's turning them on and she's turning herself on by giving them an extremely erotic performance? Where's the line between a sexy exotic dancer doing that and then moving into the world of actually performing sexually in front of the camera? There's a thin line and many exotic dancers and strippers have made that trip across it.
I hopped into the boat to pack away my rods and tackle, swinging my legs over the side so I sat facing the yard, feet dangling a couple of feet off the ground. My neighbor's daughter, Mandy, the slim 18-year-old geek with glasses and an awkward vibe, as if she spent more time with books than boys, wandered over. She stopped right in front of me, maybe three feet away, her eyes level with my crotch thanks to the boat's height. I saw her glance drop to my groin...