These are not your mother's erotic stories. We're not giggling about foul language over tea, or avoiding smut talk at the Tupperware party. This book is slick fingers and flesh on your lips. It's twisted bodies late at night when the city sleeps and the moans fall where no one can hear them. This book is pain and pleasure, lust and passion, a body brought to the breaking point. It's drenched in the musk of sweat, shuddering at the touch of a Master.