Stories published by Frank

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Frank_Lee

Alive Tonight

For naughtynurse and Delphi, to say something like thanks.

If she’s going to slip away Let it be in the night Swiftly behind A billowing curtain of darkness Let me walk through those tiny gasps of breath Between the silent hours Down this winding trail Of perfume and sorrow Where the animal we become Stepping inside each other Cries like a song Of hunger, thirst and longing If she ever comes back home Let it be...Read On

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Burning Star

Lyla was breaking a sweat, skin glistening like wet obsidian while the band drove her hard through fatback anthems of desperation and betrayal. She was an avenging angel of lust in every song, full of anguish and the perfume of human strain. She moved around the mike stand like the bass line was coming from the center of her body, her voice riding the humid air above the heads of a packed crowd....Read On

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Desert Road - Echo's Run

The machine streaked across the desert, screaming through bleak vistas of scorched earth where nothing lives without a little outside help. Joshua trees and desultory vultures. Fossils buried under the salt floor of ancient seas. She was hammering the gas, white knuckling the wheel until the screaming of the engine drowned out the screaming in her mind. She was riding inside a shot bullet,...Read On

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The Alpo Male

Snake padded barefoot down the terra cotta steps. He was still half stuck in the obstinate grip of dreams as the skittering clack of computer keys reached him from the salon. From somewhere beyond came the distant cry of a hungry gull. The lazy freedom of birds was always on the periphery. He stopped and closed his eyes long enough to imagine Lace’s fingers scuttling over the keys. He shut...Read On

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Dark Star

He was trying to pin her eyes with his, but she wouldn’t let him. She didn’t want him to see her cry, so she got up off the cheap, wooden chair in front of the bed and went into her bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Her upper thighs were still slick and her body was telling her brain it needed to cum again. But her brain wasn’t having it. She turned on the shower and escaped into...Read On

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Finger

For maximum pleasure, read the companion story, Stroke, first.

Marina’s nerves were singing so hard she jumped when the screen door slapped shut behind her. Her pulse hammered with exhilaration. Her bikini felt smaller now than when she first tried it on and debated whether to go out and let Ryan see her in it. The stretch of the bright cords against the ripe opulence of her body dug in her flesh like restraints. Every step she’d taken in her garden...Read On

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Stroke

Just at the sweat dripping apex of Ryan’s morning workout, Marina came out through the back of the house next door wearing the kind of bikini he’d only seen in pictures. It fit her like a bikini that didn’t fit her. The network of neon blue cords and bow knots rode the dance of her heavy body in a way that made him feel drugged. He forgot himself and stopped, paralyzed by the way she...Read On

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Clit

Shana woke up tingling, as if her body had awakened moments ahead of her mind. She floated straight out of dreams into a half delirious sense of desire filtering into her pulse through the surface of her skin. She stretched, feeling the rub of the sheets against her body. She could have sworn she felt every cell. Body heated cotton on her skin let her feel the shape of her own body...Read On

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Wet

“In some ways, watching a woman like you dress is even better than watching you undress.” Lana’s head whipped around to the open doorway of her private room. Stark was leaning in it with his arms crossed, a smug grin on his face as if he belonged there. She was lacing the thin strap to her left sandal in a criss-cross pattern up her shin. She could have used the footstool under the vanity,...Read On

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No Honey No Baby No Bitch

“Baby, please,” she sobbed. “I just don’t know…” she looked off toward the window, her profile twisted in anguish, “…how it all gets ahold of me.” Kane regarded her in silence over the rim of his whiskey. She looked deflated but tense. A few hours ago she would’ve stopped traffic. Now she looked ready to lie down in it. The only windows faced the alley, and a random spiral of smoke...Read On

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Economy

“Keep your voice down,” Zach hissed forcefully. “You’ll wake her up…if you haven’t already.” He was fighting a losing battle to calm down the naked blonde. Everything had been going perfectly until she started in on Jamey again. He wished he could turn the clock back about twenty minutes, when they were still chest deep in his swimming pool, her lithe legs encircling him while he lifted...Read On

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Diaphanous Siren

Soft blue eddies around the slow scissor motion of her thighs as she wades toward the sand. The slow rock of her stride reduces the sea to ripples of turquoise honey. Fingers trail ribbons along the surface, nails lightly scoring a lover’s skin. She falters, as if stepping on a shell takes her by surprise. A passing flaw in her selfless poise. She pauses, closes her epicanthic eyes and...Read On

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Night of The Raven

Raven in black and grey waiting for someone who doesn’t show. He doesn’t know how he knows this. He just does. It’s one of those feelings that just as easily turn out wrong, but in the moment everything feels like the obvious truth. He feels the tiny shame in the way she props her elbows on the table and her eyes search the fringes of the plaza without moving her head. Her broad mouth is...Read On

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Filthy Jerk

“I’m being punished,” she said stoically. She was sitting on a white, leather sofa, straight spine, head held high with an air of wounded dignity and a faint hint of annoyance in her eyes. Dorn raised a questioning brow. “Inappropriate dress for a business function,” she explained. He nodded, understanding, faint smile. “I see,” he said. “I thought it was a party for Dwyer.” ...Read On

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Filthy Jerk 2

“Sublimely inspiring beauty my ass,” Ilsa seethed at the rearview mirror. She was checking her face one last time. It was pure habit, since she was completely unadorned by make-up. She wasn’t even sure she recognized the framed eyes staring back as she avoided the foregone conclusion her life had been polluted with the unrelenting sludge of reprehensible men. Dorn was the worst of all....Read On

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Filthy Jerk 3

Dorn waited impatiently. Ilsa was long and quiet in the studio, but he knew she must have awakened. He could feel it. The fact that she hadn’t come bursting excitedly through the studio door shrieking superlative praise for the painting was beginning to irritate him until his hands started trembling. He wanted to storm into the studio and spank her naked ass crimson for being the one...Read On

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Nobody Comes Back

“Where am I?” he groaned,voice weak. His eyes were closed and his lips barely moved, like he was speaking from somewhere down inside his body and his mouth was only in the way. Desiree leaned down to soak the cloth in the bucket. Her body folded and stretched in a raw brown continuum of sinew and flesh. Toned from labor, she moved with supple fluidity more like dancing than work. She was...Read On

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Violet's Time

I come out to lie in the sun. Blanket. Soft grass. July noon leering down hard. Light and heat trickles over skin and sinew, seeps into muscle and bone. I feel sleek, strong and a little sore after this morning’s workout. I punished myself at the spa over this haze of succulent daydreams setting my days and nights on end. Discomfiting fissures in a lifetime of correct behavior. Once upon...Read On

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Whores

Nikki slouched low in the chair. Her pussy mound shoved conspicuously into the seam of skin tight jeans. They were the kind of jeans with frayed cutouts all over, exposing almost as much of her almond complexion as they covered. Her skin looked so smooth Stone could practically feel the texture under his fingers. He kept his hands in plain sight and tried looking interested in the mess of...Read On

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Runner and Lilah

“I’ve gotta get out of here before it gets cold again,” Lilah said, almost to herself. Runner glanced at her without breaking stride. He hated when she spoke that way, but he kept his mouth shut. They were surrounded by decaying factory buildings, where the road’s surface was scarred by frost heaves and cracks with weeds growing out of them. Lilah was three years older, but they were...Read On

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The Purring Tiger's Tale

“I go places,” Nica said. “In my mind. Dark places.” She frowned into the words, leaning into the hard inflections as if she were frowning with her whole body. Nolan had seen fleeting glimpses of this before, but tonight felt different. It was something in her mood, as if she were reaching more deeply into her own shadows. Her full name was Veronica, which in the language of her...Read On

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Nobody's Baby Angel

She had to think she was alone, that the world belonged only to her as she took those tentative, dancing steps onto the grass. Naked, she was holding her smartphone and moving to whatever music she was hearing through the earphones. She was slightly pale and almost too slender, but she moved selflessly through sunlight with a sinuous grace that took Parker by surprise. Maybe it was just...Read On

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If the Night Could Burn

“So how’s it all supposed to end?” The sun was white hot while everything about her was cool and dark. She was a smoldering dark fire. The kind that burns you from the inside if you get close. She sat up straight, full of poise and confidence she didn’t seem to fully believe. She watched him think a few seconds and glanced down at her demitasse cup. People were crossing the plaza in...Read On

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Rain in the Deep Blue Sea

As she gripped the iron rail,she gazed into the distance and sighed. There was no other color in all of nature exactly like that of the turquoise sea lapping the salt white sand below. There was no color like that of her satin bronze skin or long, chestnut hair streaked by the tropical sun. In only the bottom half of a striking red string bikini, she felt svelte and powerful. “Today...Read On

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Smoke and Honey

*This goes to Avrgblkgrl for posting a beautiful image that got stuck in my imagination, so I'm going to blame her for being responsible for this story. Also to thank her for her spirit and writing. Please check out her stories and poems if you haven't already. She's one of our best. Mostly, though, as always, this just goes to anyone and everyone who "feels it". I hope it's all right. ...Read On

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Lay It Down

For the Soulful Dreamer. I kneel and weep.

He touched her hair. It was soft and wild and the color of butter. She was breathing hard and fast, but the pace was leveling. Her cheek was pressed against the sheet, arms extended over her head. Her wrists were closely bound with a white cord while her knees were touching the floor at the foot of the bed. Her eyes were wet, gleaming, and trained on his face as he sat beside her. ...Read On

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Two Feet Deep

A little stress relief for a very good friend.

The air was tepid and sultry. The waves were softly lapping at the sand below. The horizon was just beginning to burn, and Damon could hear Tina’s car pull into the space between their modest villas. She needed a tune up, and he made a mental note to take care of that for her. She’d keep forgetting until her car broke down. A moment later, she walked onto his rear patio and stood in...Read On

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Not Like This

Chace lifted the sax off its stand and hung it on the strap around his neck. The top two buttons of his shirt were open to allow room for it. He didn’t like wearing a tie when he played. It was too constricting. He didn’t like wearing a suit, either, but it was October in Lisbon, and there was a slight chill in the air, so he wore the black Italian cashmere. He blew a quick run of notes,...Read On

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Sonia's Dawn

For ArtAngel...with thanks for a sweet idea.

The piercing spark in Sonia’s magnetic eyes was undeniable as she floated the winding circuit between crowded tables to her usual spot at the bar. It was the closest possible seat to Grey and the piano player. As full and shapely as her hips and thighs were, she moved like a palm tree bowing to a sudden gust of wind. Even at 5’3”, she had a proud, regal stature. Tonight she was wearing...Read On

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Hands and Lips

Good evening, Beautiful One. You look stunning, as always, and every time you walk in the door and smile it feels like half my life just walked in. I return your smile, but hide this sudden obsession with tasting your throat. I press my lips against your cheek, just close enough to the edge of your lips to make you wonder. I pause to fill my head with your scent. My heart feels like a...Read On

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Fever Dream

Late morning. You stand at the top of the wide staircase wearing the single garment chosen for you today, an open g string of delicate, black cords with a tiny curtain of beads adorning your silk smooth mound. Your full, spherical breasts give to the gentle push and pull of your breath, nipples at full attention. I stand at the foot and admire you, taking a slow, deep breath, keeping...Read On

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