One night while walking his dog, Ron hears sounds that appear to be erotic moaning coming from his neighbors house. Drawn by the sounds and a light gleaming from an open bedroom window, he slips by their privacy fence and is visually treated to an erotic coupling he could only imagine. He is hooked, returning time after time. One day he finds that his illicit night time excursions haven't been so secret.
A stray email received out of thin air unleash a storm of sex as a wife reveals her wild and tempetuous side to unsuspecting husband.
Storms of nature outside and storms of lust inside. Nature and science combine in a world wide event of sexpic (epic) performance. Lots of sex.
My exhibitionist-in-denial wife breaks out of her closet in big ways. Flaunting herself leads to random encounters, a public threesome and exposing me.
An abusive husband makes a stop at a strip club on his way home to "bust a nut" with one of the dancers. But the dancer he chooses has her own vision of how the night should proceed, and he accompanies her home. This is an extreme story. No romance. It starts out kinky and gets sexually violent, graphic, and harsh. Don't read it if you don't enjoy this kind of story. You've been warned. Take the tags seriously.
Jake is frustrated and tired after a long football practice and getting blue-balled by his girlfriend he comes home to walk in on his sister in the shower. You can figure the rest out.
They came from an unimaginable distance. They conquered and subjugated the other-world life-forms for their benefit and their pleasure. It was useless to resist because the result had been the same for many eons.
All she wanted to do was to research her Genealogy but she discovered a dark secret about her forebears that seemed so terrible that she was changed forever.
Sixteen year old Ruth changes her name to Annie so she can be just like the Irish girls and let the boys make her do delicious dirty things. She has a lot more fun as Annie because now she is no longer the stick in the mud, "Ruth" who is far too prim and proper.
Veronica in a tutu is imprinted in my mind like the Mona Lisa. My sister pushed her BFF in my direction with a sense that I had her on a pedestal and she wanted me to pull her off and make her just like the rest of us.