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Pleasure

About oral

Sweet Juices, Flow Out, Enticing Me, With your Scent. Going Down, Showing Pleasure. Greedily Drinking, Of your Bounty. Your face Shows, The Passion, And Pleasure. My turn...Read On

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Pussy

Pussy, so arousing. Gimme more!

Mmm, pussy. It's so arousing. The smell, the taste. The sexy aesthetics. Beautiful indeed, Is the sight of a wet one. The lips opening like Delicate petals on a flower. Aroused. Accepting. Juices flowing, body glowing. Clitoris hardening. Mouth moaning. Demanding pleasure. Juices flowing, warmth emanating. Clamping down... A torrent escapes, flooding my mouth. Filling it with sweet sexiness....Read On

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He Loves Me Like You Don't

All my work is fiction. This story contains consenting adults in explicit nature.

I’ll say that I love you Before I hold him at night You laugh as you do Before you leave my sight His hands hold my body As I think of your face He makes me feel so naughty While he takes your place His breath caresses my skin Instead of yours Love seeps from his lips so thin And sinks into my pores My body shakes with his As I think of our last time I take all of his jizz And cover him...Read On

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In Reflection of Earlier Times 3

Chapter 3     Later that morning I was unceremoniously expelled from her place telling me not to read too much into last night as she wasn’t into relationships and would most likely run into me some where. This was a bit different to the clingy girls I had been used to now the shoe now on the other foot as it were. The nine fifty five grope was back up to her old tricks however today...Read On

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Ann - Part two

Ann and I continue to get to know each other

I did like licking and sucking on her nipples. They were hard, and her moaning encouraged me to do more. “I want you to like them,” she said. “I want you to look at them and play with them.” I held each breast in my hands and sucked on each nipple until they turned red. Early on, I realized that Ann was quite vocal. Not only did she moan and groan a lot, but she was also not shy...Read On

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Dickie and I

A poetic commentary on the tricky relationship between an insecure black man and his penis.

Dickie and I Don Abdul (c) I'm the fine gentle fella It's the rude motherfucker Yet it's adored despite its fault Curiously, it seems that I am not I see a girl across the room My heart skips, then goes boom boom This Cyclops only flashed a knowing smile She walks by me, I politely say "hi" It only gives a casual nod Yet she pays me no heed Flashed it a warm smile,...Read On

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The Beauty of Buses

The disappeared over the hill.. with my Duffel bag

The Beauty of Buses.txt I had made a Commercial Bus trip to North Carolina to be with my Mother for a few days. What would’ve been a nine-hour drive became a thirty-four hour trip. Mother needed an immediate surgery for a blockage in one of her corroded arteries, but she survived the operation and was all right when I had to leave. I remembered that SEPTA (South East Pennsylvania...Read On

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Horses in the City Ch 02

Emma takes a chance.

"What'd you tell him?" Millie jerked her head in Sol's direction. "Looked like he might jump over the table for that salt." Emma reached for the coffee carafe. "I told him you put extra salt in the hash browns." "Good one!" Millie laughed, almost a cackle, and patted Emma's arm. "And he believed you!" Emma shrugged. "This time, anyway." "And did I see you smile over there?" Millie...Read On

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The line up

Remember in school When you lined up to play sports Captains were chosen Then they picked their teams You always wanted to be picked first When all was said and done someone was always left Being picked last for sports is tough But those teams are large and have many players In real life it’s very different Whether it be work or dating The teams are much smaller The choices are much...Read On

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Apart

When you're apart from the one you love the mind and heart wanders...

I sit here alone in the still of the night Looking up at the dark night sky For every star my eyes could see I made a wish for you and me I know you are wondering am I missing you tonight As much as you are missing me each night I would walk a thousand miles to be with you And would sail the sea to be next to you The feelings of loneliness I can’t escape As my...Read On

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Goodbye

4/30/11

A pausing breath A lasting sigh Today was our last day It's time to say goodbye You told me we would be forever I know now that that was a lie You are leaving Saying goodbye You smile deeply Your eyes the color of the sky You hold my hand And whisper goodbye I remember better times, I know you'll always be nearby Even though I know our time is over It's still hard to say...Read On

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Fly By

Took a minute to escape from reality and wrote this one.

Fly by like the wind and it always makes me wonder. While my heart is beating so hard in my chest just like thunder. I hear it pounding away, so loud in my ears. I’ve gotten excited, for some reason it appears. It only lasts a few minutes and always takes me by surprise. That such a little silly thing could give me such a rise. When am I going to stop having this reaction? I can’t...Read On

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Maude/Madeleine Part 12

Maria and Madeleine entertain a guest together

I may have given the impression that all in Mistress Pickles’ household was, as it were, idyllic. It would, I now conjecture, be naïve to assume that a house full of women such as it was would be so. In fact there were tensions. Not all the ladies were as pleasant as Maria or Bella. There were times of great boredom and we were somewhat restricted because of the necessary secrecy surrounding...Read On

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Sing to Me

you are my music

Your voice vibrates somewhere deep inside me like the sound of wild surf on a beach or a standing bass being played by a master. When you speak to me I hear drums and chanting. A need grows in my heart to strip off my clothes and run into battle in nothing but my painted skin. Just the deep sound of your moan as you wildly kiss me and slide your erection into...Read On

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Erotic Dancer

A poem about being one of the crowd watching an erotic dancer.

Erotic Dancer You stand on the stage, your eyes, fixed on me As you start to gyrate to the musical beat, Your body moves...at its slowest speed While I just sit – yes, glued to my seat You arch your back, you sway side to side Your hips thrust out, to the passersby, You swing on the pole, as you look around At all the faces that are in the crowd You slowly turn your stare on me As I...Read On