An everyman in a retail job discovers by accident that he has strange, supernatural powers that give him control over the actions of others. Well, power corrupts, doesn't it?
The new prisoner in Camp Eighteen was a bit different. She was ridiculed by the guards and scorned by the other prisoners. The fact that she was in "Harmony" with her existence was ultimately the key to her survival.
I was feeling lonely and bored then I decided to go get a hotel room in a nice hotel drink some more wine and order a pizza for delivery to the room with the hopes of the delivery guy would be a young guy that delivered it.
A struggling mother and sole provider with a disabled husband, is taken by a homeless man, eventually to be trained to cater to his bizarre sexual needs. [WARNING: this story has over the top, racist bullshit so thick you can't mistake it for the insulting lie it would be, if written for anything other than fetish fantasy]
The open-crotch undies were a Valentine's gift from her oversexed ex-husband. The insisted that the only reason she was wearing them was that circumstances had completely emptied her unmentionables drawer and she had no other choice. It didn't sound plausible and when she boarded the bus the fun began.