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It’s a hiking adventure you’ve likely never taken. Unlike most, this route decides where you will go. No map can show you because it’s ever-changing. You can only be guided to its start. Once there, the earth decides what’s best. People like to say the path can feel what you feel. It knows what you need and how you will get there. There is no telling what will happen on this trip.  However, if you want something badly enough, answers will materialize. It will only work on those who want something substantial and pure. Others looking to debunk a myth will be disappointed by what they find. You will find yourself walking in circles with no way out until you give up. Then will the path lead you from where you came. For Matthew, it was companionship he craved. Would the Mystic Love Trail show him the way?

Eric could not wait for Spring. After enduring two blizzards, he was truly over “Second Winter.” After a warm couple of days, the temperature dropped way back down, leaving him not wanting to move much farther past his couch. He had a tv, some snacks, and the remote. Someone to snuggle up with would have been nice, but such is life. He flipped through movie trailers, none of which grabbed his attention. However, his attention was grabbed when he heard some music blasting through the wall. He only shared a townhouse with an elderly lady. Eric found it hard to believe that electronica was her sound of choice. He checked next door, and nothing. How could this sound be coming through the wall? Was it something underground? Or did he just need to see everything between to find his Disco Dream Girl? Read more.

Stella always loves a man in uniform.  She can never get enough. Stella isn’t your average lady, but a witch. She has a library in her home filled with books on potions, spells, and secrets. If you grab the book of cobalt blue, a secret door opens to take you to an underground laboratory, where she gets to play. You wouldn’t want to be a guest down there. It probably means you’re there to stay! Being a witch, and living for several centuries in America, she has accumulated much wealth. More than the average human could ever imagine. This wealth has allowed her to stay home and work in her lab. She does love a good run, though, especially around the nearby camp base. She’s been working on her latest potion; it’s a perfume! One spritz and that base will be a Shrunken Man Army! Read more.

I’ve been on an old French movie kick as of late, and I must say, they are fantastic, beautiful, and some, quite risqué. One of those is a film called Belle De Jour starring Catherine Deneuve. Her beauty alone is enough to intrigue, but the story itself has so much to offer.  It’s a surreal erotica and melodrama folded into one. If you are considering watching, let the spoiler alert be known as of now! It is available on Max if you’d like to see for yourself before reading. Enjoy! Now, for those of you who want to hear more before watching, keep reading! It’s a story of sexual mystery that will leave you wanting more. The review of Belle De Jour, A Married Call Girl. Read more.

Sasha was notorious for ditching guys at the drop of a hat. Although she lived in a large city, she managed to destroy the hearts (and lives) of many. She did all of it while giving absolutely no fucks.  She would gladly go out to dinner with you, laugh at your dumb jokes, and sleep with you…If you were hot enough. Then, POOF! Out the door while you were in the John. She always stole one item. It was part of the thrill. No one ever called the cops. In fact, they begged her to give them another shot and take what she wants. The rush was over for Sasha by then. She had moved on to the next. Eventually, that got old too. She realized she needed to step it up a notch.  It was time to travel the world and Eat, Pray, Latex. Read more.

May wasn’t always a massive bitch, but she has been one for a long time. It was at one point during her sophomore year of college that she realized how pathetic men actually were. How they were willing to do just about anything to get even the tiniest glimpse of panty-gripped ass cheek. Anastasia was her mentor. A senior, smoking hot like May, but with total control. May liked to think of her as a sort of maestro, waving her magic acrylic nails across her body to make an entire uncoordinated orchestra of men follow her every move. Anastasia made it look easy, but it was actually quite a meticulous process. Every little detail needed to be checked off in order for these men to completely… fall apart. May watched and learned, and by her senior year, she was known as the Queen of Pain.