Three young women set out for spring break fun, but things have gone completely wrong. Stacey, Jaylynn and Cammie are just out of high-school and also out of cash. But they found an older divorced man with a condo on South Padre beach. Their plan is to seduce him into letting them stay there and ditch him when they meet up with their college buddies. They hope to meet up with Brad and the rest of the all-stars of the college football team on spring break. Little did they know they were trying to seduce a rugged older alpha male, with a big “you-know-what.”

Juliette Gossling’s heart races as she stands at the edge of her wildest fantasy. With her husband Michael’s encouragement ringing in her ears, she embraces the thrill of being a hotwife. The clock is ticking, and she’s got just four hours until Michael returns home. Enter Big Jon, a towering figure with a magnetic presence and a reputation that precedes him. His confidence is intoxicating, and the promise of his big black dick sends shivers down her spine. As they lock eyes, the tension ignites, and Juliette knows she’s ready to dive into uncharted waters.

The Krysfelt Academy for Girls is the most prestigious academy in the Magocracy, and it’s about to get its first male student… Like most guys, I never expected to see the inside of that fabled place. But when I’m assigned the Enchanter class—previously reserved for girls—an invitation to Krysfelt is part of the deal. To earn my place, I’ll have to win over the fiery headmistress and the monster girl students—catgirls, orcs, wolfgirls, dryads, goblins—you name it… And that’s not even mentioning the pretty (but slightly insane) tiefling girl who believes she and I are destined to bond…

I can’t say for sure that I adopted my rescue dog so I had an excuse to see Bettie at the dog park again. But if I’m being honest with you, or myself, that was definitely part of the reason I did. So when I ran into her after just a week of trekking uptown to our old haunt with my new mutt, I was thrilled to see her again. Even better, she seemed happy to see me, too.

Deep in the elbow skin of the Fae Wilds, far from the teeming fortress of the Goblin King and the glittering palace of the King and Queen of the Elves, there lies a forgotten hideaway of crumbling single-wides and rusty Airstreams. A lonely clan of beautiful women, clad in tube tops, overall shorts, and tacky Asian-print house-dresses, yearn for a man who can unstop their sewer lines and get the internet working again.