About BradLee

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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. Any film that says The ....... , I've just noticed. Favourite comedy, The Office.
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. The Pogues. Any band that says The .......
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Stories Published By BradLee
Recommended Read The essence of desire

So who craved who the most? To her it certainly felt that her desire was all consuming, And could burst at any moment, Into a mass of tiny rainbow coloured beads, Which flopped through the air, And crashed onto the hard wood floor, Spreading desire As love spreads into every available space. She bit into her crisp white toast, And sipped juice, And hoped that he ...

Added 11 Jul 2014 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 10 | Avg Score 4.9 | Views 433 | 11 Comments

When I Was Young

When I was young, I dreamed (I dreamed) Of kissing (and kissing) ‘Till night were through, And you were my vision, Yes, you were my vision Draped in love, Caressingly blue. Now, I am not young And I am not old, I believe, I believe (I believe) in you, And my dreams are of loving, My dreams are of loving, Under the vast red sky with you. And when I...

Added 26 Jun 2014 | Category Love Poems | Votes 11 | Avg Score 4.91 | Views 395 | 10 Comments

Recommended Read A Late Night Call

“Talk dirty to me.” “How dirty would you like me to get?” “Really dirty. Shock me. Make me cum here in my empty bed, totally fucked by what you dream of doing to me.” “I dream of sinking my fingers deep into your wet pussy in a crowded lift as we travel upward, and feeling you shudder in silent climax as you try desperately not to cry out.” “Oh, that’s good. What else?” “I dream...

Added 25 Jun 2014 | Category Lesbian | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 6,521 | 9 Comments

Carla's Caress

Carla didn’t care anymore; caution had been thrown to the wind. She wanted to fuck her two friends, or to be fucked by them. They had flirted enough, hinted enough, drunk enough. It was time for sex. She was hot and wet, eager for her first taste of pussy, and the moment was right. This was no time to hold back. She pressed forward against the French Maid and lifted her short flared...

Added 08 Jun 2014 | Category Lesbian | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 8,583 | 2 Comments

He sits and waits

He sits and waits In the doorway of the cafe Shaded from the heat of the summer sun. His chin hunched upon his stick, He sits and waits And he looks, Watching beautiful young couples passing by, Arm in arm, In suits, and loose ties, shirts grimed with sweat And tiny patterned summer dresses, Slung over beautifully curved frames. He smiles a wry smile, ...

Added 10 Jun 2014 | Category Love Poems | Votes 13 | Avg Score 5 | Views 543 | 12 Comments

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 9 | Avg Score 4.78 | Views 10,730 | 7 Comments

Codeword Red Part 2

Codeword Red Part 2 “Wrists together please,” Gemma ordered. She had placed a large white mattress on the floor in the centre of the living room, and George was kneeling on this with his back to her. He was entirely naked and surrounded by a number of soft navy hand towels and long cable ties. As George locked his wrists together, Gemma wrapped them in one of the towels, and...

Added 26 May 2014 | Category Hardcore | Votes 3 | Avg Score 3.67 | Views 5,049 | 2 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 595 | 10 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 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 394 | 13 Comments

Recommended Read London Blues

1 To see a stone face, expressionless break into tear and shake, with unexpected end in sight near, sad to leave, and scared of what is to come above reason, just feeling alone aware of what has gone before, of the gifts of love and laughter now passed (but memories linger) And knowing they will pass too in a day or in a year, tears swell. this is...

Added 12 Jan 2014 | Category Love Poems | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 405 | 6 Comments

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