Cynthia inherits her aunt's large estate and moves in.

The prison is run by a corrupt warden and a butch-lesbian head guard, and the inmates are dressed in bikinis ...

A modeling agency provides the perfect setting for many romantic skirmishes between a brother and sister who share its inheritance.

Beautiful women from various eras of history start appearing to the desperate man to introduce him to erotica popular in their times to help him find inspi...

Diedre, a young female writer gets a new job as a research assistant to William, a well known famous author who is writing a book about a couple's sexual awakening.

I'm sure life is all wrong because it has become much too visual - we can neither hear nor feel nor understand, we can only see.

I'm sure that is entirely wrong.” ― “This is what I believe: That I am I. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest.

She knew she had always feared it, for it left her helpless; she feared it still, lest if she adored him too much, then she would lose herself, become effaced, and she did not want to be effaced, a slave, like a savage woman. She feared her adoration, yet she would not at once fight against it.” ― “But that is how men are! When you don't have them they hate you because you won't; and when you do have them they hate you again, for some other reason.

Or for no reason at all, except that they are discontented children, and can't be satisfied whatever they get, let a woman do what she may.” ― “I should feel the air move against me, and feel the things I touched, instead of having only to look at them.

Accept your own aloneness and stick to it, all your life.