I like to think of myself primarily as a poet. I love art and literature and try to put a little of both into my poems and stories. I'm an Australian, an Athenian, an Epicurean, an agnostic, a republican and a democrat. In the spirit of Voltaire, I may not agree with what you say but I will fight for your right to say it.I love to chat, roleplay and cyber so please ladies, don't hesitate to get in touch. I have a very vivid imagination and great descriptive skills.
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Too many to choose from but I do have a top two 1. Nikki Anderson 2. Claudia Rossi. Both these women are beautiful in every department and elevate fucking for the camera to a whole other level.
Friends was supposed to be a comedy ?
Fascinating stuff. As a teen in the 70s and an avid watcher of porn in the 80s, I remember Randy West, Tera Patrick, Nina Hartly, Ron Jeremy, Bambi Benton and the rest. The demise and sad fate of John Holmes comes most readily to mind too. Bear in mind that all the above were involved in the US porn industry. America's deep seated underlying conservatism may be a factor in the post porn attitude that most of these actors have encountered. I wonder if the same is true in Europe where attitudes are far more tolerant. Show business, in all its forms, is a fickle and unstable industry. How many Lindsay Lohans and Amy Weinhouse's are there out there? Maybe we should take it upon ourselves to show some of these people some on-line support, they did provide us with years of entertainment after all and if anyone can sympathise, surely it is we.
Thank you all very much. I'ts truly an honour to be a member of this site and a friend to you all.
I would advise every author, even our experienced scribes to do all the editing they can and, if possible, have somone else read the story before submitting it. This will make life easier for the moderators, maintain site standards and vastly improve the reading experience.
Hey, Well done. Best of Luck !
I know several girls with very hot bodies whose faces are not going to grace the covers of Vogue. I would pick body over face.
The oldest book I own is leather bound with gold tooling, illustrated with engravings and mesotints, it contains notes and appendices in tiny type on all manner of things. Here and there between its pages are traces of tobacco left by some or other of its previous owners. It's the complete works of Lord Byron, compiled in 1840 as only the 19th century could. It cost me a mere $60, I've owned it for 30 years and, to this day, remains a font of beauty and wisdom, sensuality and inspiration. I've nothing against E-books but how could they ever compare to a treasure like my Byron?
I have done it many times and I don't mind it at all. The sensation is different because of the lack of normal lubrication and my current partner seems to be extra horny during and just before her period. The mess is tolerable and with or without a condom it's fine.
GingerButt works for me.
At last methought that I had wander’d far In an old wood; fresh washed in coolest dew, The maiden splendours of the morning star Shook in the steadfast blue. - Tennyson. Like the delicate notes that open a violin sonata; each element of the morning combined before her eyes to form a beautiful picture. It was a marvelous tableau of sound, of light, of aroma and of timeless...
Added 02 Feb 2013 | Category Quickie Sex
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“DJ Stephanie…is DJ Stephanie doing a set here tonight?” “Ah Stephanie, no, no. Tomorrow, nine o’clock. You come back then.” Mick smiled and blinked hard as he looked at the man’s glistening, dark brown eyes. Eyes set into a hairy, brown Aegean face that was framed by the dazzlingly white wall beyond. The man had moments ago emerged from a square, black door at the top of a short flight...
Added 21 Sep 2012 | Category Group Sex
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“Excuse me.” Belinda turned to see the pleasant, broadly smiling face of an old woman. She smiled back. “You dropped something dear,” the woman said quietly. “Oh?” “Yes, I think it was a postage stamp. Stamps are quite expensive you know, you should look after them.” “No, I don’t think I have any stamps,” Belinda replied shyly. “Well you definitely dropped something that looked like...
Added 18 Jun 2012 | Category Straight Sex
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What art thou… that fearest not the sea? - Moschus of Syracuse , Europa. The Indo-European thunder god, like most of his kin, goes by various names; in Sanskrit he is Rudra The Howler , in the Norse sagas he is called Thor, in Italy proper under Rome he was called Jupiter. But in the Sicily of classical antiquity he went by a more primordial name; Zeus. As Zeus Brontios, ...
Added 13 May 2012 | Category Straight Sex
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We met on the dusty crossroads, Of a nameless, silent town, A place by fate forsaken When the full moon wore a frown. She was a leather goddess, An exile from the abyss With eyes of living fire And sweet venom in her kiss. Her lips the colour of fury, Her skin, in the manner of old: White as the billowing towers Of cloud...
Added 21 Nov 2009 | Category Love Poems
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Although the night divides us And I am far from you, You do have one companion, The moon, within your view. Serene she glows above you And watches while you sleep, I tell her that I love you, Imploring that she keep Her gentle hand upon you And bathe you in her light Until the sun, returning, Restores you to my sight, My love, my gentle fire, My...
Added 26 Nov 2009 | Category Love Poems
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Being greatly stirred, I turn to where I heard That whisper in the night; And there a breath of light Shines like a silver star. - Urbiciani, Canzonetta c. 1250 AD Claudia beamed a smile of satisfaction as she took her seat in the courtyard of the Accademia di Santa Cecilia. Moments before, an usher had guided her to the middle of the third row; a prime position...
Added 08 Apr 2012 | Category Bisexual
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Although the desert sands stretch far Beyond the silent, pale horizon, Their immensity is as nothing To the new-born damselfly. For fear and anguish are to her unknown, Above the desert’s vastness all alone. - The Canticle of Menkeret. We are captives; bound and almost blind, Jaano and I, and virtually helpless. Our captors are not unknown to me; they are the minions of Darrakhai....
Added 14 Feb 2012 | Category Group Sex
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Sonnet On a Journey Be still O rolling waves and hear The happy telling of my love, And you frail craft that homeward steer, Let go the driving winds above! Now all you brethren of the sea, Stay a while and follow me For what I tell is true and wise, It cleaves even stone asunder! Love is the light that tints the skies, Truth is love’s glorious thunder. And though...
Added 05 Jan 2012 | Category Love Poems
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Hast thou heard the butterflies What they say betwixt their wings? Or in stillest evenings With what voice the violet woos To his heart the silver dews? - Tennyson, Adeline. Claudia awoke and saw that the sun was already well above the horizon. The view from her bedroom window was of a cloudless azure sky and a sea more tranquil than any she had yet seen. It was...
Added 22 Dec 2011 | Category Straight Sex
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Pete is a successful artist living in a quiet, beachside suburb on Australia’s balmy south coast. He paints and draws from life and has a couple of good friends in his neighbours Jade and Zane. One summer he is introduced to Jade’s beautiful and mysterious cousin Loretta, who tells...
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