This little Space Opera is a mashup of John Normanesque sociology, Stargate, and "Ancient Aliens" This is my first SciFi story, so there may be some rough edges or non-standard to the genre themes. I never know how to rate the amount of sex. I'm listing this as "Some Sex" but I think it is closer to "Some Sex, on the way to "Much Sex."
Julie was addicted to the fetish of "Exhibitionism" and she got off by displaying her nubile assets with spirited enthusiasm. Sometimes, she gets so involved that she regrets her impetuous inclinations.
Early 20th-century English novelist Bryan Bancroft hadn't been aware of the undercurrents of fetish sexuality in his novels until a literary review pointed them out. Thus it came as a surprise to him when he found himself between the thighs of Thomas, the ripe 14-year-old son of Lord Chartwell. The scandal sends Bryan abroad, where, in Morocco, he fights his new-found urge for 14-year-old boys in isolation from England. He finds, though, that these aren't urges he has to fight in Tangier.
I knew Camryn was out of my league but maybe if I granted her wish of a kinky role-play to fulfill her fantasy there would be a chance of some future hanky-panky in the offing.