Young man is obsessed by his mother and secretly watches her dress while masturbating with her underwear. When an intruder breaks into the house and rapes his mother, the son is given the opportunity to fuck her.
A lonely middle aged white man meets a sexy young black mother and her boy. She needs a place to live and a man to love; the sex is fantastic, but is that enough? A short, sexy, emotionally charged story. / (Reviews)
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Kit seems to end up naked very often, not in the most private of places. She finds that it can be very embarrassing. Finds it may be beneficial financially. Her neighbor may prove to be a bitch. The best friend becomes more friendly with nice benefits. Her sister-in-law may be more experienced than she ever thought.
A rewrite of the very first erotica story I had made many, many years ago. I hope you all enjoy. It's about a 19 year old college girl who agrees to basically be an anal plaything for a very old college professor.
On an exploratory road trip to the east coast I found the perfect home in New Hampshire. Now, if I could buy it I'd be happy...If I could find someone to sell it...If I could find out who owns it...and what about the fine red lines surrounding the house when it's foggy? Why do most of the old men look alike and why are the women young, buxom, blond and beautiful. But, most of all, what casts the shadows on the windows?
James is a Vet, crippled in the recent war. Cynthia was his superior officer then, and his wife later. She cheated. No question about it. But... It's not what you think. What is it then? Well, read the story!
They met in an alley: wild, reckless, unforgettable. Ginger never meant to fall for Coco’s chaos. Coco never meant to fall for anyone at all. But between stolen nights, whispered dares, and the kind of heat that burns through skin and bone, something unruly grew — something more dangerous than lust. This is not a story about taming a wild thing. It’s a story about becoming wild enough to stay.