About BradLee
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Name:
BradLee
Date Joined:
23 Sep 2013
Last Visit:
20 Apr 2014
Sex:
Male 
Age:
44
Sign:
Capricorn
Relationship Status:
Married
Orientation:
Straight
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Interests:
Music. Blues. Trains. Guitar. Piano. Rock and roll. Rockabilly. Erotica. Sex sex and sex. Horny wet white hot wicked horniness. Writing. Art. Jack Vetrianno. Fabine Perez. Women. Tattoo art. Pin-up art. Teaching guitar and piano. I love a sweet sub, and am so thrilled by strict beautiful Dommes.
Favorite Authors:
Penny Birch. Rose Thornwell. Steven King. The Beat Poets. Thomas Hardy. Lauren Kate. e e cummins. Jack Kerouac. Derek Walcott. Alen Ginsberg. Jakie Kessler. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Favorite Movies:
The Godfather. The Jerk. American Beauty. Cruel Intentions. The Secretary. Wanted. The Great Gatsby.
Favorite Music:
Bob Dylan. Tom Waits. Bruce Springsteen. REM. Dr John. Shakira. AC/DC. Guns and Roses. The Black Crowes. Fats Domino. Jerry Lee Lewis. Iron Maiden. Imelda May. Professor Longhair. James Booker. Rainbow. The Fratellis. Gaslight Anthem. Ocean Colour Scene. Oasis. Lily Allen. Jimi Hendrix. Fleetwood Mac. Robert Johnson. Stevie Ray Vaughn. Eric Clapton.
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Topic: Sexy heels
Posted: 19 Feb 2014 16:08

Fuck, you turn me on Candy.xxx

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Stories Published By BradLee
Codeword Red

Gemma didn’t mind the fact that her small suburban garden was heavily overlooked by the apartment blocks surrounding her. In fact, as she lay sunbathing in her lounger on the decking in her tiny string bikini, she loved the fact she was being overlooked. She looked from window to window, behind her dark shades, to see which curtains were twitching. There were many, where men young and...

Added 19 Apr 2014 | Category Hardcore | Votes 4 | Avg Score 4.75 | Views 2,726 | 3 Comments

Stones In My Passway

Stones in the night (’68) As white as snow, As black as coal, Tunes to pacify, and sanctify Your shattered, lonely, broken soul. The rattle of guitars, Jig saw blues. A girl in the doorway, Blue eyed oblivion, The harp takes you to Heaven and home. Stray cat elevator story songs, Make me whole again, Take me back home, Where I knew what was real, A...

Added 17 Apr 2014 | Category Love Poems | Votes 6 | Avg Score 4.83 | Views 241 | 6 Comments

Recommended Read Piano Blues Again

Crash and burn, lightning Call again. Make it soon sugar, A road song, railroad swing, fire And Lord , Lord Send me an Angel down. Hollow words, blue eyes All gone, all gone! I lost it somewhere, On a blind curve, On a hot blue night, In heat and wonder, Lost it all. Except love, redemption, The songs, The shades, the words, Call again girl, I lost...

Added 13 Apr 2014 | Category Love Poems | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 223 | 8 Comments

Recommended Read Who Knows That It Is Dark But I?

Who knows that this is dark but I And the steel dust of stars? Who knows that this is night Before a resplendent day? Far above the sky a whisper Sleep in your casket of gold, I gave you all that you can hold, In return for your love. I shared your dreams, I saw you kneel and pray. The grasses sway in the breeze, And she walks amid memoria, Weeping for...

Added 10 Apr 2014 | Category Love Poems | Votes 13 | Avg Score 5 | Views 255 | 14 Comments

A Meeting

Almost too exquisite, The curve of her beauty, Holding him in the prison of her blue eyes. Asking a question, And casually placing a finger to her perfect lips, As he fumbles for an answer. The trace of a smile Says, “I know you want to be here.” Teasing, Teasing, And he can do nothing, As helpless as he would be, Spread across the desk between them. Perhaps...

Added 05 Apr 2014 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 648 | 7 Comments

Piano Blues Part 3

I’m a piano player, not a pianist. I started as a pianist when I was eight or nine, but then I heard Honky Tonk Train Blues, or something. I heard James Booker and Professor Longhair, all the New Orleans guys, and it struck me. I had to sound like that. I never will, but I keep on trying. They’re the greatest piano players ever. The rhythm, the music. Spiritual music. A sound like that can heal...

Added 04 Apr 2014 | Category Love Stories | Votes 7 | Avg Score 4.86 | Views 715 | 7 Comments

Piano Blues (A Love Story) Part 2

Morning, She’s dancing still, In a black dress, An empty stage, Silver bangles and that cool grace, That red smile, that shape. One kiss and I could die happy, Everybody wants to die happy, And go down, And be living still. A smooth glass in her silk glove, We live once she says, We must know love and laughter. Each new day is beautiful. Suddenly...

Added 31 Mar 2014 | Category Love Poems | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 322 | 5 Comments

Recommended Read Piano Blues (A Love Story) Part 1

Piano Blues (A love story) (If you don’t know Pintop’s Boogie Woogie, by Clarence "Pinetop" Smith, have a listen. The references in this will be clear. This is Part 1 of a love story.) 88 keys, Black and white, Unlike life, Blur the two. The blues are beautiful, A girl dances, And an empty bottle spins. She sways in her gold dress, Caress the notes, Everyone...

Added 27 Mar 2014 | Category Love Poems | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 383 | 8 Comments

Recommended Read A Night at the Maple Leaf

  I dance through the narrow lanes, As Tipatina gently plays, My life is syncopation, That only she hears. The lanes are groves, And the tune rattles like a smoking train on buckled rails, Stumbling thinly through the night, Its single light picks out the traveller walking on, Who has no place to go, But beyond where he has been before, The plotted route of tracks...

Added 22 Mar 2014 | Category Love Poems | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 429 | 10 Comments

Recommended Read We are the ones that will make this day real

We are the ones that will make this day real (and the morning sun is beautiful now) We are the two that (as one) will grow insane Because love is mad and always true We are the ones that will call the breeze to tighten our minds And dry our eyes, and whiten our skin with the salt of the sea We are the ones that will never know That tomorrow is lonely and impossibly far....

Added 17 Mar 2014 | Category Love Poems | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 446 | 10 Comments

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sweet_as_candy
Posted: 20 Apr 2014 12:36

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Posted: 20 Apr 2014 10:33
Thanks for the friendship! ~Tamar

NymphWriter
Posted: 19 Apr 2014 16:37
I agree... but no worries... we're friends now!


Raven_Star
Posted: 19 Apr 2014 15:31
No worries, hon. I don't keep track very well myself. ;-) Thanks for the add!


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Posted: 18 Apr 2014 06:31

HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND

avrgblkgrl
Posted: 16 Apr 2014 04:41
Thank you for understanding what I was trying to do with this poem. The love is needed and appreciated.


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Just stopped by to say hello.




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Posted: 06 Apr 2014 12:48


Thank you for reading "Frankie and Gianni" and your lovely comment. J x
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