The year is 1881 and you don't know where or who you are. You're strapped to the table and four handsome doctors are staring at your naked body.

Space Captain Tom Banter is stranded on Venus, a female-only planet where men are turned into personal breeding machines.

Good morning babe. I cleaned off your side of the counter... I hope that's ok.

I'm so excited to celebrate all that you do! You may be feeling some type of way right now, but you have done so much already.

Your dad can't give you a ride tonight, so as a good neighbor, I offer to help.

You don't need to go. Let me write a love story on your skin with my lips and convince you to stay a little longer.

You've been crushing on your therapist for months now, and today he finally plays with you, in a wicked way.

We've been running in the same park for a few months, now I've finally worked up the courage to ask you out.