And the more stories I read, the more hackneyed and predictable the tales became. I have always enjoyed the written word more than the imagery. Don't ...et me wrong, a beautiful naked woman aroused my younger self, but a well told tale could be just as erotic as that first reading, whereas the pornographic picture lost it's lustre after a few wanks. But then I happened across an old tome of Anais Nin's 'Delta of Venus', an erotic novel set in the roaring twenties. This book contained virtually. It was only a blank screen for him to focus on, reviewing scenes from his recent past.This case had been screwed up from its very beginning, he mused. He wasn't surprised that it had turned into a real disaster. It had been a sweltering summer day, the kind of weather you learned to expect in Washington, DC. He'd been sitting at his desk, poking with unwilling fingers at the keyboard of an antique word processor in an effort to make out an intelligible report on the case he'd just concluded,. “Would you enjoy that, Mother?”“Please,” Joan whispered with passion. “Do it, Robert! Make your sister shit in my face! All three of you shit in my fucking face!”“Not today,” Robert said, tossing the paddle aside. He stroked his hand about his mother’s cunt and thrust his finger deeply, then yanked it out and ran it up his mother’s asshole.Peggy stared at her mother in horror. Surely her mother didn’t really want to have someone shit in her face. No one would like that, certainly. Yet, she. " But he's my brother," moaned Carly. I didn't know it, but she was dreading getting to the part about how things escalated to the point that they had sex. I think she was afraid I was going to know it was voluntary, rather than coerced by aliens."And you're a beautiful young woman. Any male is going to respond to that," I said. "Even a brother," I added, just to make Craig feel a little better."Did you ever feel that way about my mother?" she asked."In a way," I said. "I recognized her as a.