Love Poems(42)

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Thoughts of Your Cyber Lover

wondering who we really are as we hold each other

Who are you lying in my arms, my mind reaching through the dark to touch your skin, your hair, your breasts crushed against my chest, my eyes seeing you, or the thought of you, our minds touching where our eyes can’t see? And here we are swept away by the whirlwind of our lust, our spirits soaring in this space high above the atmosphere, and though we know...Read On

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Waking Wanting You

Waking up for wild morning sex but you're not here

You do not know I wake up wanting you, or how my hardness grows to have you close so I can grind against your ass and want me too, and in the morning light know what longing knows, our growing need to feed the rising fire, and lure each other closer to the heat, and feel the flames of our desire get higher until we burst in wildness hot and sweet, but you don’t know the ache this...Read On

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Sonnnets to the Vast Unknown

acceptance of life's mystery and the vast unknown

1 Even in this bright and silent sunlight giving me another day to breath and see another dawn, another noon and night, another chance to wonder what will be and question all that comes into my mind and ponder what I’m doing here today, looking at the sky as if up there I’ll find some meaning, some answer, something I can say with any certainty what lies around the bend. And then...Read On

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Growing Younger

thoughts on getting younger and not older

How can I be my age when in my heart I’m forty and not the man in the mirror with wrinkled skin, white hair growing thin, eyes not as blue as I remember them. How can this be? Why this alarm to realize there’s two of me— the man out there that people see and inside, where it counts, the man who looks at pretty women and wants one on his arm, still wants romance...Read On

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Waking Wanting You

waking up for wild morning sex

I wake with my desire for you, an urge I can’t ignore, a need that smolders like an ember at my core to kiss your neck and shoulders, to grind against your ass and wake you, lick and whisper in your ear how much I want to take you, my tongue forcing you to hear the hunger in my voice to screw you hard and fast and deep, to bring you from your slumber, arouse you...Read On

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Taking You

the taking of a lover

When I touch you with my lonely fingers, will you know what words can’t say? When I taste your lips with a kiss that lingers, and my hungry tongue begins to play, and you feel my roaming hand caress your breasts, will you know that I am hunting? Will know that I’m a man who never rests until both of us are grunting? When you feel my starving mouth sucking your nipples ...Read On

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A Solstice Love Song from the Garden

A solstice fantasy while in the garden

The sun, the ancient sun, is higher now, bringing summer with its fireflies at night, its green and fragrant fields, my sweaty brow, while on my knees planting in the radiant light, and there, my mind drifting off like clouds, white against the blue, is like a sailing ship going its indifferent way to some horizon, perhaps to you, far away, where I can slip into your life and with...Read On

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Getting Older

thought about the seasons of my life

Although my thinning hair is slowly falling and I am in the autumn of my life and know that winter days will soon be calling, a thought that sometimes stabs me like a knife. And when I see my skin no longer smooth, the wrinkles on my brow, the lines around my eyes, remembering the green spring days of my youth, I chuckle as I listen to my sighs, but then I think of you...Read On

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Sometimes

Moments of longing for my online lover

Sometimes I wish that you were here with me, not in the atmosphere. Sometimes I wish that you were in my bed with me, not in my head. Sometimes I wish that we could take a walk, hold hands, sit in the grass and talk. Sometimes I wish that we could share a meal, and reach across the table and feel that this is not a fantasy but real. Some times I wish that I...Read On

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Lust at Lunch

a cafe at lunch where lust is in the air

They sit there--hungry eyes looking at the hips and thighs of shop girls walking to their tables. The room spins for the hot touch of fingers on flesh. The artificial smiles flicker like stars burnt out light years ago, and the gestures, sly and clever, mannered after movie stars, are meant to bring the hungry ones together for a nibble. And if some two...Read On

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She Had Gold Feet

A poem of first love and how precious she was

She had gold feet and wore no shoes except of course when the ground was wet. She was the first girl I had ever met who had gold feet and wore no shoes and so I asked her to dance. She had gold feet and wore no shoes except of course when the ground was wet. She was the first girl I had ever danced with who had gold feet and wore no shoes and I was careful not to step...Read On

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She Dines In Early Afternoon

Each lunch she hopes she will meet the man of her dreams

She dines in early afternoon— stirs coffee with a monotonous hand and stares about the room. She watches as she sits alone— a decimal point among the moving figures knowing she’s unknown. She looks into the faces with a stare— hoping one might hold a glance that asks: who are you sitting there? She often wonders should she nod and be alluring, or should look away as if...Read On

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Though Dreams are Dim and Distant

Remembering the place where young lovers met

(Note: This poem was written many years ago and recently found) Though dreams are dim and distant I remember: Across the field the swallows swept the grain, And Autumn on the hillside lay to slumber, While shadows browsed like cattle ‘til evening came. And when the sun set low behind the grove, And the early evening air was still and somber, My mind to other days began to rove. I...Read On

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Outside

Thinking about the world outside while being in bed with his love.

Outside, people sweat and cannot sleep; and far away, bones grow thin and weak and gums bleed; and, always, somewhere, men are fighting just to keep the dirt they live on, their friends, and the chance to smile; and everywhere, at night, men and women cry and curse the day and ask in darkness; is it better to live like this or die? But when I look into your face, a smile swells in...Read On

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Recommended Read

A Cyber Lover's Tale

A bawdy tale modelled after Chaucer's Canterbury Tales

Here’s a tale that Chaucer might have heard. A bawdy one, you’ll find, and quite absurd. Though in his day there was no internet, This tale is one no pilgrim would forget, But one I think would make the old guy grin. So listen friends and let my tale begin. I am a man who doesn’t like to rush, But then one night I found this site called Lush With lots of sexy stories I could read...Read On

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Another Sonnet for my Cyber Lover

Thoughts while looking at the moon

Some nights when looking at the lovely moon and I am here so far away from you, I close my eyes and shove aside all gloom and wonder if, like me, you’re looking too. I think about your eyes and what you see and how at times like this we seem to touch. And though I wish that you were touching me, and how I want you in my arms so much. Who knows if we will ever meet each other? ...Read On

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From Morning Songs: Waiting for You, Dear Muse.

Each morning, waiting and craving for my dear muse to come and be taken

Again, I close my eyes and wait for you, Dear Muse, never knowing if you will come and enter me today, and if you do, I have no notion what you will bring. I glance out at the eastern sky, at the orange glow then close my eyes again and sit here in my darkness, waiting with delicious coffee-- the warm brown brew I crave like I crave you. I take that first warm sip-- the sound...Read On

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A Sonnet to My Young Lover

An older man speaks to his young lover

I won’t compare you to a summer’s day like Shakespeare did when wooing his true love, nor say impediments won’t mar the way our two minds meet or obstacles won’t shove our hearts apart and what we share won’t alter. And though I’m old enough to be your father, and you’re my lover, not my daughter, I hope that age will never be a bother, but know it’s natural to have these...Read On

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Sonnet To My Lovely Cyber Friend

A poem about the wonderful strangeness of our circumstance...

You are a lovely, sweet and funny friend and being with you in these hours late at night is like a dream I wish would never end and so I savor every minute with delight. I do not know if we will ever meet, or if these times will fade and disappear. I only know that kissing you is sweet and so I whisper softly in your ear, “My dear, there’s nothing I can say or do to change...Read On

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Was It a Dream?

A lucid dream of magical loving

Last night you came to me from the shadows, appeared in your dark veil and gave me what I’ve never known-- your spirit in my arms, the warmth of your wetness taking me with you to a place-- I don’t know where-- and there--suspended in the air, my arms around you as you straddled me, feeling your caress, your breasts, your legs, the motion of you rising, ...Read On

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A Philosopher's Love Song

A philosopher rejects reason for passion

I cannot hear the sound of falling leaves, nor can I see the wind that lifts these tid-bits from the ground; and never have I touched a sunbeam with my hand, nor looked at sweetness like a clipping on a board. And if my sense perceives, perhaps, reality, how can I reconcile my breath with words that do not breathe. Why can’t I say your lips are like the red red rose ...Read On

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Chatting

A view of the mysterious world of on line chatting

She doesn’t know my hair is thinning or see the wrinkles around my eyes or that my beard needs trimming, and I wonder does she realize while we sit here in our rooms and chat, our fingers clicking on the keys forming words, expressing this and that, not knowing if we’re going to tease, not knowing if we’ll reach through space and in that world above the world, ...Read On

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The Cyber Cavalier

Thoughts of a Cyber Cavalier

I’m the Cyber Cavalier leaping in the atmosphere lusting after all the lasses and as many piece of asses as I flit from there to here-- a Cyber Cavalier. Sometimes I like to linger as I tease one with my finger. Others, I give fits As I lick their luscious tits, but I’m not one who hovers when I search for on line lovers or care about a tear-- I’m a Cyber Cavalier. I show my...Read On

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Ode To Passion

An ode in praise of passion

Oh passion let us grab what time is ours and leave our senses to the world below. Let us leap and run through fields of flowers and soar where lusty lovers need to go. Let us hold each other tightly in our arms and kiss until we’re dizzy with desire. Let us go beyond the call of life’s alarms and feel the heat and leap into the fire. Oh passion, let our lusty wildness swell until...Read On

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Love in Cyber Space

Cyber love in the ethereal world

I come to you through time and space and somehow I can touch your face and hold you close and kiss your lips and suddenly I feel your hips move with mine as if you’re here and in my mind the atmosphere of where I am is charged with heat and I can feel our bodies meet in ways my passion can’t ignore and know that soon our lust will soar and take us to another place, a realm...Read On

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I Want to Fuck You like a Slut

A playful fantasy with my lover...

I want to fuck you like a slut— take you from behind, thrusting like a wild man. I want to make you mine. I want to pull your hair, spank you ‘til you scream, make you beg for more and more thrusting ‘til you cream. I want to hear you sobbing then wipe away each tear and hold you in my arms and say, “I love you, dear.”...Read On

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Sonnets for the New Year

Sonnets written on New Year's Day about the disintergration of love

Tenderly, I think of you, lovelier than I have ever known. Your eyes sing, your voice dances, your hair, fluffier and wilder than when gypsies laugh and fling their hearts like tambourines and a fiddle plays. You dazzle me, but like a rainbow I can’t reach, a star I can’t touch, a riddle I can’t penetrate--someone I don’t know. Our words, when we speak, ricochet. Gestures I...Read On

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Wanting

An expression of loss

  I sit here wanting words when what I really want is you-- not the sound of syllables, or the right ring of rhymes, or the cleverness of making metaphors that bounce off the imagination. Poetry is what cannot be stuffed into words. It’s buried underneath like a muffled cry hardly heard, a silent hand reaching up into the sky from under mud. Do you hear my cry? Do...Read On

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A River We Can't Cross

Lovers who can't reach each other

A river is between us-- too deep and dark and swift to swim and not be swept away. We do not know the river’s source, but there it is-- sometimes calm, sometimes raging from a storm. We see each other on our shores, busy in our lives. We wave and smile but cannot hear across the rushing water and do not speak. Who knows? Perhaps one day we’ll find a bridge that we can cross and...Read On

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A Marriage Vow

A sonnet expressing a vow to cherish his lovely treasure

  Today, my heart sings--oh what a gift your are, and I promise, my most precious friend, to hold you gently in my life so not to mar the fragile sweetness of our love, to mold our lives together, our spirits bound yet distinct, to help you grow and flower year after year, to share and keep the ground of our lives rich and open to every hour of the sun. Today, I take...Read On

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Before a Marriage Proposal

Thoughts before asking her to be my wife...

It was warm today in our house by the sea, the smell of chili, bread rising by the fire. Outside, the wind was howling. Birds shivered on the wire and a few leaves dangled against the coming storm before falling to the piles of death around us. Beside me, you were slicing broccoli and did not see me take a breath and step away with a carrot in my hand and go to...Read On

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Travelers

Two lovers dream about taking off together

We speak of places we would like to go, looking out at destinations, places far away, towns that held us spellbound-- sharing now this breeze that lets us drift like clouds. It’s good to wander off like that with you, looking off at where we’d like to be. Our voices grow excited as we speak of places we could show each other, spend sometime exploring, not quite realizing...Read On

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A Personal Ad

Placng a personal ad and wondering what you're doing

What was I thinking when I placed that ad, “man seeking woman.” Was I going mad? I never did a thing like that before, but suddenly I opened up the door I’d closed and hung myself out on the line, my heart flapping in the wind like a sign someone might see and wonder who’s this guy reaching out for a woman passing by, someone curious, also reaching out like me, unsure,...Read On

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Things Happen

The surprising, haphazard way two people meet watching butterflies.

  What if I hadn’t stopped to watch the butterflies that day and kept on walking, my eyes staring at the ground, my mind drifting far away? What if you weren’t walking there that day to see what I was looking at, not there standing next to me, two strangers sharing that moment on a sunny day smiling at one another, watching butterflies fluttering among the flowers? What if...Read On

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Two Voices from the Garden

Eve and Adam remember the day they ate the forbidden fruit

EVE'S HUNGER Was it hunger for the fruit that made me reach and pluck from the forbidden tree that Autumn day, that made me turn and smell its fragrance, see it shining in that slant of light, walk, then run through weeds above my knees, shove aside the bending goldenrods with my bare arms, ignore the humming bees, my eyes staring straight ahead at what I wanted dangling on the...Read On

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To Scherazade: Teller of Tales

The sheik wishing he could let Scherazade know how he has come to love her but must let her go

Lying here these thousand nights, these torches dimming, these pillows crushed, our minds softened by the hours and these cups of wine— by the wildness of your tales, your way with words, yet feeling this moment like sand falling through the glass come to this. You came to me that night. sent by your father, fearing the madness of my violent lust, my hate. Enraged at my power...Read On

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From Poems of Farewell: To Sleeping Beauty

The prince longing for Sleeping Beauty waits outside her tower

For all these years— has it been a hundred yet, you’ve slept in a tower high above the world. No one could crawl through these thorns, these vines, these obstacles to wake you. I’ve come before-- not even knowing you-- and stood here by this wall, looking up, straining for some way to penetrate these brambles, this thick grass, these wild thorns and wake you and hear the...Read On

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Four Poems of Farewell: Don Quixote to His Lady

Poem 2 of Poems of Farewell

On bended knee I bow, madam. I have charged over hills, my helmet gleaming, and fought heroically in the madness of my love for you. I have galloped hard and leaped high walls, your name bleeding down my chin. I have sung your name to the stars, madam, sonnets torn from my heart, as I rode toward the sky on my stallion. I have served you well, madam, a worthy knight-errant ...Read On

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Fairy Tales: Four Poems of Farewell

The first of four: Adam saying Farewell to Eve

From Fairy Tales: Four Poems of Farewell Adam and Eve Our garden is overgrown. The grass is tall and weeds choke out the sun. We stand here in the shade looking for a path through all of this, seeing, how, in our innocence and frightened of aloneness, we held each other’s hearts too tight, and now, it hurts so deep in us. this holding on, we cannot speak. The fruit you offered...Read On

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My Words are Translations

An expression of how hard it is to express in words who you are be truly understood.

My words are translations of my breathing and are hard to say in your language. My tongue, my teeth, my lips can barely pronounce the words from my country where the mountains are steep, the valleys dark and cannot be reached without effort and desire. I wish I could tell you how beautiful it is where I live and have you understand my language and hear what I want to say to...Read On

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Singing Old Love Songs

Singing to and dancing with your lover

Singing Old Love Songs Sisyphus If I could I’d sing to you, and even though my voice might crack, or stray off key or I’d forget the words and have to hum those bars, still, I’d look into your eyes and hold my hands in front of me, palms up and croon those words Sinatra sang, “ Oh night and day, you are the one ” and “ All of me— why not take all of me ”-- and...Read On

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Fantasies

fantasies of a lover

Fantasies Sisyphus Fantasies come at the oddest moments-- and suddenly we meet in a dark forest, my gypsy. You smile and your eyes call me to your lips with omens of your wildness. Our tongues caress and tantalize, The wetness of your mouth is warm as we fall to the forest floor and the fire. Other times, we’re in a bar, my whore, sitting in a corner, dizzy...Read On

Love Stories(9)

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The Poet and his Muse

A surprise visit from a student transforms's the poet's life

While Jason Petrov stirred his oatmeal in the boiling water, thinking about the new poem he was writing, saying the line in his head, sensing he was getting closer, the phone rang shattering his thoughts and forcing him to close his eyes at the disturbance. “Oh, fuck!” he muttered out loud, slamming the spoon down on the counter then barked, “Who the hell could that be?” He walked over to...Read On

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The Music of Orpheus

A contemporary story based loosely on the Orpheus Eurydice Myth

The Music of Orpheus Note: This love story is loosely based on the Orpheus Eurydice legend. There is sex towards the end so a little patience will go a long way. While sweeping the hallway or emptying the trash cans, or making sure the bathrooms had paper towels and toilet paper, Orrin thought about Jessica. “So what if I’m the janitor and she’s a lawyer’s assistant, I’m just as good...Read On

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Mortimer and Myrtle: A Love Story

A one act play about the distance between husband and wife.

Note: This is not your usual Lush story. It is an experimental play in a theater of the absurd style. There is no sex but it is an entertaining comment on marriage. I encourage you to indulge in something different. I think it will make you laugh and maybe cry. Scene: A formal living room. Mortimer is seated on a sofa in the center of the room when Myrtle enters and sits on the sofa next...Read On

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The Heart

Her lover, an organ donor, dies and miraculously returns to her.

Emily Janson was devastated when she got the call that Jonathan, the man she was to marry in two weeks, was just killed in a motorcycle accident. Holding the phone to her ear, her breath leaving her, she stood still, unable to speak, unable to comprehend the words she heard. The call came from Jonathan’s mother, who had just been called by the police. “Oh no,” she gasped before the sobs...Read On

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Max and Rosie

Max remembers his life with Rosie as she sinks deeper into Alzheimer's

The shrill sound of the tea pot screaming shattered Max’s reverie. He was remembering when he and Rosie met forty years ago. He looked down at the cup, breathing a deep sigh, remembering the vision of the two of them rowing down the Charles River that May morning, the night after their first date, the first of many before they married, both of them still in their senior years of college, he...Read On

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A Blonde in Copenhagen

They meet in a cafe and for an evening fall in love then part forever

A Blonde in Copenhagen I arrived in Copenhagen one cold December morning with the equivalent of a dollar to my name. After working on a Norwegian freighter for several months, I signed off in Alicante, Spain and made my way north stopping here and there along the way, spent a week or so in Paris living in a small room on the Left Bank where many of my favorite expatriate writers lived,...Read On

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Taking Chances: Part 2

After 34 years of marriage, a woman falls in love with another man and breaks her husband's heart

Taking Chances: Part 2 Sisyphus Catherine barely made the six-forty five and was glad it wasn’t as crowded as the earlier train. She sat down in her usual seat just as the train bolted forward then picked up speed. Catherine looked at her reflection in the dark window as the train rattled and wobbled, her mind barraged with thoughts of what had just happened to her, emotions...Read On

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Taking Chances

After 34 years of marriage, a woman falls in love with another man and breaks her husband's heart

Taking Chances: Part 1 Sisyphus Note: This is a poignant love story between older people. It was difficult dividing into two parts but I think you will find it worth staying with. Catherine Emerson met Tom Quimby quite by accident when he sat down on the park bench across from her in Rittenhouse Park where she often ate her lunch, usually yogurt and fruit, before returning to work as...Read On

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Tollie's Garden

A young girl slowly falls in love with an older man who lives in their carriage house.

TOLLIE’S GARDEN Sisyphus Note: This is a long love story and I had to divide it into two parts. It was difficult to do and not break the continuity. I hope you will stay with it. I think it will be worth your while. Part One I was seventeen, almost eighteen when Tollie moved into our small apartment above our carriage house. I didn’t pay much attention when mom rented it to him. I was...Read On

Straight Sex(56)

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THE BLUE GUITAR

A love story based on the Orpheus, Eurydice legend

While sweeping the hallway, or emptying the trash cans, or making sure the bathrooms had paper towels and toilet paper, Orrin thought about Emily. So what if I’m the janitor and she’s a lawyer’s personal assistant, I’m just as good as anyone who works at Ainsworth and Thelin...she'll see. Orin was determined to get up the nerve to ask her out. He believed that if she got to know him,...Read On

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The Drifter Chapter Nine

When a drifter unleashes the wildness of a shy woman, she runs away with him.

While driving north on Route One, we were stuck in bumper to bumper traffic around LA. The so-called expressway was slow and crowded with cars, trucks, motorcycles and buses. Horns were honking and exhaust was rising from cars that moved a few feet and then would not budge for five or so minutes. I thought about the people who drove this expressway everyday to work and then back home...Read On

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The Drifter Chapter Eight

When a drifter unleashes the wildness of a shy woman, she runs away with him.

We didn't speak in the police car. When we arrived back at the trailer, the awkward, tense silence between us continued. I grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and wished it was a beer, but gulped it down. I was lost in my thoughts and relieved that the charges had been dropped, but also uncertain what I was feeling about Carla. Hiding from the police had a certain excitement, but...Read On

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The Drifter Chapter Seven

When a drifter unleashes the wildness of a shy woman, she runs away with him.

When we walked into what was once Dot's Cafe, I was surprised the restaurant did not smell moldy and guessed it was because of the dryness of the desert. I stood in the entrance and looked up at the huge spider webs covering the circular fan, light fixtures, and the ceiling in the corners of the room. The restaurant was filthy with thick layers of dust and debris. Old newspapers were piled in...Read On

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The Drifter Chapter Six

When a drifter unleashes the wildness of a shy woman, she runs away with him.

As I drove along Route Sixty-six past various stores, restaurants, and billboards, we were both quiet, lost in our thoughts. I knew Avalon was about forty miles from the Black Mountains and that we'd soon be there. I saw a sign that announced we were entering Death Valley. Carla held my map on her lap while we drove past the sparse vegetation, mostly Joshua Trees, sagebrush and odd...Read On

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The Drifter Chapter Five

When a drifter unleashes the wildness of a shy woman, she runs away with him.

When I woke up, I wanted to make an early start, but was surprised that despite our tense situation, Carla had other ideas and was stroking my cock, letting me know she wanted a good wake-up fuck. “You really are insatiable aren't you?” “Yes, and I know you like that. You're already hard.” She crawled between my legs and started moving her tongue slowly up and down my hard...Read On

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The Drifter Chapter Four

When a drifter unleashes the wildness of a shy woman, she runs away with him.

Before leaving the ranch I cleaned up my messy truck. This meant clearing the littered passenger seat and floor of several paper coffee cups, candy wrappers, a crumpled potato chip bag, crumbs and the classified section of the newspaper with the circled ad I answered—also, a few old cassette tapes which I put back in the glove compartment. l parked next to the barn and hosed the truck down...Read On

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The Drifter Chapter Three

When a drifter unleashes the wildness of a shy woman, she runs away with him.

At dinner, Carla looked scrubbed after a shower. Her hair was slightly wet and tied in a pony tail. She wore a simple white, flowery sundress that came just above her knees and was cut low, revealing her tan shoulders, bare arms and a little cleavage. She looked angelic with tiny silver earrings and a bracelet on her wrist. I noticed she was barefooted when she walked in from the kitchen...Read On

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The Drifter - Chapter Two

A drifter unleashes the sexual wildness of a shy, young woman in the barn.

When we entered the house, Carla’s grandfather was just finishing his sandwich and washed it down with a bottle of beer. Her grandmother, a tiny, thin woman with gray hair tied in a bun, sat next to him at the round oak table with a cup of tea and half a sandwich on her plate. I noticed she didn’t eat the crust. Our ham and cheese sandwiches on white bread were waiting for us on pale...Read On

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The Drifter: Chapter One

When a drifter unleashes the wildness of a shy woman, she runs away with him.

I could not believe my eyes when the black pickup truck drove up to the farmhouse and their granddaughter hopped out. I was standing by the barn, hitching up the hay wagon to the farm truck, and had to stop when I saw her run up to the porch to greet her grandparents. They told me she was coming to help with the haying for the weekend, but I had no idea she would be so hot looking. She...Read On

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The Poet and his Muse

Passionate graduate student suddenly shows up at the poet's cabin in the woods.

While Jason Petrov stood at the stove, stirring his oatmeal in the boiling water, he repeated the line of the new poem he was working on, trying to get it right, when the telephone rang and shattered his concentration. Damn it! Who the hell could that be? He closed his eyes and slammed the spoon down on the counter, sighed deeply, then walked over to the phone, shaking his head....Read On

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Hannah's Secret pt. 2

A story that explores the question, is cyber sex cheating.

PART TWO: Two years later I hadn't seen or heard from Hannah since the last time I was in New York to do a poetry reading at the public library. That was two years ago and now I was back to do a reading at Barnes and Noble from my recently published book, Morning Songs. Hannah had been careful not to tell me where she lived or give me any information about her, so I had no way to let...Read On

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Hannah's Secret pt. 1

A story that explores the question, is cyber sex cheating?

Meeting Hannah that afternoon was one of those bizarre events that convinced me how important it is to say “yes” to life, to be open to what presents itself and to not have expectations. I hadn’t been to New York City in over twenty years, and in fact, rarely leave my off the grid cabin in Maine for any cities. I shop at a local food co-op in our small town, pick up mail at the post...Read On

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Lust on the Island of Rhodes

A sailor finds lust, love, wildness and temptation on the Island of Rhodes

It was three months after leaving New York as a galley boy on a Norwegian freighter and stopping at many ports in Lebanon, Egypt, Arabia, Yemen, Kuwait, then up the Tigress River to backwater towns in Iran and Iraq. I'd been peeling 60 pounds of potatoes every morning, washing pots and pans, scrubbing the galley floor, and enduring the intense heat of the Persian Gulf. But we were in...Read On

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Hot Nights In Copenhagen

how life's unplanned twists and turns can take you to surprising places

I heard a joke once, “If you want to make God laugh, tell Him you have a plan.” Well, I can vouch for that one. After three months at sea working on a Norwegian freighter, I finally signed off in Alicante, Spain and made my way to the north of Europe, my original destination three months earlier. I had signed on as a galley boy in Brooklyn with twenty bucks to my name and planned to sign off...Read On

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Mutual Lust

Remembering how mutual lust brought two lovers together.

I’d see you come into the café every morning for coffee unable to take my eyes from your body, your ass straining your tight faded low cut jeans, your tits stretching the various t shirts you wore each day, your long, dark curly gypsy-like hair hanging loosely past your shoulders. Our eyes would meet briefly before you went to the counter to serve yourself coffee. You would turn away,...Read On

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The Stranger: Ch. 3

A writer of erotic stories invites a stranger to her place to read him her stories

We were still lying on the floor, my head on his shoulder. The cabin was dark except for the candles and they were getting low. It was getting chilly. Through the window, I could see a full moon rising just above the trees. Finally, I turned my head towards Tristan. “I don’t know about you but I am famished. I’m a great soup maker and made a pot of mushroom barely soup yesterday--want some?”...Read On

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The Stranger :Chapter. 2

A writer of erotic stories invites a stranger to her place to read him.her stories

When I woke up, it was getting dark out. The last remnants of sunlight were coming through the skylight. Tristan was still asleep. I glanced over at him, studying his face as he slept, noticing the way his nose curved, his lips, his long grayish hair and beard. Having a man in my bed was so strange after all these years. A few hours ago he was a stranger. Now, what was he? What would he...Read On

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The Stranger Ch. 1

A writer of erotic stories invites a stranger to her place to read him.her stories

I was sitting in a corner table in our local café writing in my notebook when he walked in. He stood at the door, looked around. Our eyes met then we both quickly looked away. He then went to the counter where it was self-serve coffee, ordered a croissant and sat down at a small table next to the wall on the other side of the room. Again, our eyes met briefly. I went back to my writing and...Read On

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Finding Charlie

Surprising a cyber lover by suddenly showing up and merging realities

After sixteen hours on the bus, I arrived in Tulsa, Oklahoma just before noon on a hot July day determined to find Charlie, actually Charlotte, but that’s not what I called her. I flew into Chicago and then took the long bus ride to Tulsa, wanting to experience Route 66. After almost two years of meeting Charlie, my cyber lover, I wanted to surprise her, just show up, a daring act in...Read On

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The Red Vest

A stolen red vest transforms a lonely man who meets a lonely woman in a bar and sparks fly

Chester suddenly stopped sweeping. He leaned the broom against the bin of sheetrock screws, hung the dust pan on the hook by the paint brushes and turpentine, leaving the pile of dust and debris in the middle of the wooden floor and without a word to his boss, Norman, walked out of Nichols and Son’s Hardware Store where he had worked for the last five years. The bell over the door jingled...Read On

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The Summer I Met Nina: Part Two

A waiter and beautiful, sexy guest finally meet and both lives are changed.

The Summer I Met Nina: Part 2 Walking in the bright moonlight back to the bunk house, thinking about Nina and how after days of our feeling attracted, we had crossed a precarious threshold. I wondered where this would lead, how would we act tomorrow, how would we hide from her parents, what would happen when her fiancé arrived tomorrow, was this more than a hot, clandestine relationship?...Read On

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The Summer I Met Nina: Part One

A waiter and beautiful, sexy guest finally meet and both lives are changed.

I met Nina the summer I worked as a waiter at Pocmont Lodge, a glitzy, somewhat seedy resort in the Pocono Mountains. It was a good way to earn a lot of money in ten weeks to help pay for college because we worked for room and board and got good tips. All the waiters and bus boys bunked in a cabin that looked more like a chicken house. The shabby cabin next door housed the band that played...Read On

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Playing Games

Lovers playing teasing games, driving each other crazy

Playing Games Sisyphus Note: This is an experiment in telling a story through dialogue. Hope it works for you. “Come here!” ”No, Why the fuck should I? “You know why, so don’t play games, miss!” “Look who’s talking about playing games. You’re pathetic.” “Pathetic! You’re the one who’s drunk and horny.” “Me! Oh really! That bulge in your jeans looks like you want something pretty bad.”...Read On

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Jazz

A young girl lives to sing jazz, goes to NY and learns important lessons along the way

Jazz Sisyphus Blame it on mom. She was a jazz freak and I grew up hearing Billy Holiday, Anita O’Day, June Christie, Ella and Louis, you name it. “ The cats,” she called them. She knew all the words and she’d sing to the records, snapping her fingers, looking at herself in the mirror, moving her hips. I remember sitting on the floor, holding the record jackets, looking at the pictures on...Read On

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Meeting Hannah Again

They meet again after two years and explore is cyber sex cheating.

Meeting Hannah Again Sisyphus I hadn't seen or heard from Hannah since the last time I was in New York to do a poetry reading at the public library. That was two years ago and now I was back to do a reading at Barnes and Noble from my recently published book, Morning Songs. Hannah had been careful not to tell me where she lived or give me any information about her, so I had no way to...Read On

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Meeting Hannah

This story asks: Is cyber sex cheating?

Meeting Hannah Sisyphus I hadn’t been to New York City in over twenty years, and in fact, rarely leave my off the grid cabin in Maine for any cities. I shop at a local food co-op in our small town, pick up mail at the post office, sometimes get a bowl of soup or a cup of coffee and exchange greetings with friends and neighbors then head home, happy to drive down the long dirt road through...Read On

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Tollie's Garden Part 2

A young girl slowly falls in love with a mysterious older man who lives in their carriage house.

Tollie’s Garden Part 2 Sisyphus I called Janine and asked what she was doing today. I wanted to tell her about Tollie and what was happening but didn’t. She told me about a sale they were having at “Guys and Gals,” a really cool shop at the mall--did I want to go. I knew Tristan was working until five and wondered if we would get together but for some reason I didn’t want to...Read On

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The Farmer's Daughter: Chapter 10

A farm apprenctice meets sexy but forbidden farmer's daughter and wild things happen

The Farmer’s Daughter: Chapter 10 Sisyphus Sherry rested her head on my shoulder as we lay panting on the cabin floor. I loved the feeling of her warm body on top of me, her tits crushed against my chest. My jeans were open, my soft cock lying limply. After a few minutes, she lifted her head, looked into my eyes and gave me a coy, devilish smile. “Guess what?” she asked, biting...Read On

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The Farmer's Daughter: Chapter 9

A farm apprentice meets sexy but forbidden farmer's daughter and wild things happen

The Farmer’s Daughter: Chapter 9 Sisyphus It was still dark out when I woke up. Sherry was asleep next to me. I lay there looking up at the ceiling dreading my meeting with Sherry’s father. The thought of getting fired pounded at me. I wanted to keep my apprenticeship and I didn’t want to leave Sherry. What would I do if he said, “You’re fired! I warned you to stay away from my...Read On

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The Farmer's Daughter: Chapter 8

A farm apprenctice meets sexy but forbidden farmer's daughter and wild things happen

The Farmer’s Daughter: Chapter 8 Sisyphus While holding her cell phone, Sherry picked up her long tee shirt with her other hand and slipped it on. It came just below her crotch and ass, her strong toned legs and hips tantalizing me. The shirt was tight across her chest and I could see the outline of her tits and nipples. She climbed on the bed and sat “yoga” style with her ankles...Read On

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The Farmer's Daughter: Chapter Seven

A farm apprenctice meets sexy but forbidden farmer's daughter and wild things happen

The Farmer’s Daughter: Chapter 7 Sisyphus Sherry hooked her arm around my arm as we walked to the truck. She looked so feminine and sophisticated in her flowery sun dress with her long hair neatly brushed falling to her shoulders, so different than the farm girl in jeans or Mary Jane. The dress was short and low cut, revealing a little cleavage. I was three or so inches taller and being...Read On

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The Farmer's Daughter: Chapter Six

A farm apprenctice meets sexy but forbidden farmer's daughter and wild things happen

The Farmer’s Daughter: Chapter 6 Sisyphus Sherry was still wearing the tight black skirt. She hadn't taken it off when we fucked. She put on the red wig and was still playing being Mary Jane. I laughed when she put on the wig but didn't say anything. She walked over to her backpack, shuffled through it and pulled out a joint. "Ah got me some dynamite weed here," she said, “Howz about...Read On

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The Farmer's Daughter: Chapter Five

A farm apprenctice meets sexy but forbidden farmer's daughter and wild things happen

The Farmer’s Daughter: Chapter 5 Sisyphus Sherry was quiet at lunch, but she told John how well I did on the tractor and how much we got done. Mary had made a delicious vegetable soup served with her crusty bread. Sherry told her parents she was going to visit someone named Jenny and probably wouldn't be home tonight. She glanced over at me after she said that, then got up and left the room....Read On

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The Farmer's Daughter: Chapter Four

A farm apprenctice meets sexy but forbidden farmer's daughter and wild things happen

The Farmer’s Daughter: Chapter 4 Sisyphus After Sherry left my cabin, I turned out the light and lay on my bed thinking about that happened in the last two days. When I became an apprentice to learn farming, I did not expect I would meet anyone like Sherry and was amazed how suddenly my life had changed. I wasn't sure what Sherry meant that her mom was on her side. Mary had told me that...Read On

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The Farmer's Daughter: Chapter Three

A farm apprenctice meets sexy but forbidden farmer's daughter and wild things happen

The Farmer’s Daughter: Chapter 3 Sisyphus When I came in for dinner that night, Sherry wasn’t there. Mary had a farm-raised roast chicken which was served with baked potatoes and a salad made from the first of the spring’s lettuce and spinach. Except for coffee, practically all of the food we ate came from the farm. Mary baked bread every day and always sliced it and placed it in a basket...Read On

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The Farmer's Daughter: Chapter Two

A farm apprenctice meets sexy but forbidden farmer's daughter and wild things happen

The Farmer’s Daughter: Chapter 2 Sisyphus At breakfast the next morning, John and I were finishing our scrambled eggs and toast when he put down his cup of coffee, took a deep breath, looked over at Mary in the kitchen skimming the cream off of yesterday’s milk and turned to me. “Listen, Pete, I have to talk to you about Sherry,” he said, leaning forward, clearing his throat. “We have a...Read On

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The Farmer's Daughter: Chapter One

A farm apprenctice meets sexy but forbidden farmer's daughter and wild things happen

The Farmer’s Daughter: Chapter 1 Sisyphus Note: This is a ten chapter novella I started working as an apprentice on John Allen’s farm in April and was eager to learn all I could from him about farming so that I would be able to start my own farm in a few years. He set me up in the apprentice cabin on the other side of the field about a hundred yards from the house. It was a small cabin with...Read On

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Horny

A horny artist lures the man she desires to her apartment and they drive each other crazy.

HORNY Sisyphus “I’m so fucking horny I can’t stand it,’’ I said when I got home from the café where I waitress. I lit a joint and took a hit. “I need it bad!” I said, knowing getting high gets me even hotter and felt that itch in my pussy that drives me crazy. I have all the toys I need to get off, but I wanted more. I wanted a big cock to satisfy my insatiable lust, my absolute love for...Read On

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Angel Slut: Chapter 3

A good girl who wants to be bad leaves home for what she needs and learns an important lesson.

Angel Slut: Chapter Three Sisyphus Later, after taking a shower, I tried to sleep but couldn’t. All I could think of was Jesse and what a bastard he was for brushing me off after seducing me. I glanced at my digital clock and saw it was eight-thirty and decided to get dressed and go to the coffee shop up the street, get a paper and start job hunting. I needed a job and I wanted Jesse to...Read On

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Angel Slut: Chapter Two

A good girl who wants to be bad leaves home for what she needs.

Angel Slut: Chapter Two Sisyphus My light brown hair came down below my shoulders. I put on a little make up, a touch of lip gloss and a little mascara to emphasize my green eyes. The tight black skirt came down mid thigh and clung to my ass. My new silky white thong barely covered my shaved pussy and felt great on my ass. I wore the white satiny blouse that was cut low and the push up bra...Read On

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Angel Slut: Chapter One

A good girl who wants to be bad leaves home for what she needs.

ANGEL SLUT Chapter One Sisyphus I knew what I wanted and I was going to get it. That’s why I moved to Boston. I had to get away from my small red-neck hometown in Maine where everyone knew me as the good girl who always did what was expected. Now I was going to let loose, dress the way I fantasized and let the sex-starved woman I was hiding inside of me out. There was no turning back. ...Read On

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Kathy's Diner

Stopping at Kathy's Diner late at night in the middle of nowhere gets hot, raunchy and wild

KATHY'S DINER  Sisyphus It was late and I had been driving for hours through the fog and drizzle. I was getting drowsy and in the middle of nowhere, it seemed. Nothing but trees and an occasional dark house were barely visible. The static on the car radio made listening to the jazz station annoying and the only other station that came in was preaching about the end of time and we better...Read On

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Rolling in the Hay

Hired farmhand seduces shy farm girl on her grandfather's farm and they make hay in the barn

Rolling in the Hay Sisyphus I wanted to get away from my old routine and decided on an adventure. “Why not,” I said, wanting to add a new chapter to my life and two days later, took off. I had been working my way west in my beat up Subaru taking one day at a time, living my philosophy of no expectations when I answered an ad for a temporary farm hand on a little cattle farm just outside of...Read On

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Adventures at an Artists' Colony Ch.4

Two writers fulfill their sexual fantasies at an artists' colony in the woods.

ADVENTURES AT AN ARTISTS' COLONY CH. 4 Sisyphus I thought about the sexual adventure I was having with Angel, how wild, imaginative and honest it was. Role playing lets us be more uninhibited and explore places we might not otherwise go. I thought about how we played off of each other and got so fully into each other’s games. There was definitely chemistry between us and I found myself...Read On

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Adventures at an Artists' Colony Ch.3

Two writers fulfill their sexual fantasies at an artists' colony in the woods.

ADVENTURES AT AN ARTISTS’ COLONY Ch. 3 Sisyphus After a wild night with the farmer’s daughter fantasy, we cuddled then fell asleep. I got up early and, after a light kiss on the cheek, went back to my cabin to start my day of writing. I was intrigued when she said her fantasy would make me see what a devil she is, even though her name is Angel. That night, she knocked on my screen...Read On

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Adventures at an Artists' Colony Ch.2

Two writers fulfill their sexual fantasies at an artist's colony in the woods.

Adventures at an Artists’ Colony Sisyphus Chapter 2 Angel’s idea to get our writing done during the day and sharing fantasies in the evening was intriguing, so the next morning I slipped a note under her door telling her what my fantasy was in case she wanted to prepare for it. I wrote, “You’re the farmer’s daughter alone on the farm and I show up at your door. I’ll be there at 7.” ...Read On

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Adventures at an Artists' Colony Ch.2

Two writers fulfill their sexual fantasies at an artist's colony in the woods.

Adventures at an Artists’ Colony Sisyphus Chapter 2 Angel’s idea to get our writing done during the day and sharing fantasies in the evening was intriguing, so the next morning I slipped a note under her door telling her what my fantasy was in case she wanted to prepare for it. I wrote, “You’re the farmer’s daughter alone on the farm and I show up at your door. I’ll be there at 7.” ...Read On

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Adventures at an Artists' Colony

Two writers fulfill their sexual fantasies at an artists'colony in the woods.

ADVENTURES AT AN ARTISTS’ COLONY Sisyphus Chapter One When I arrived at Hickory Run, an artists’colony in New York State, my intent was to have a two week writing retreat with no distractions so I could finish my novel. The setting was perfect, a small log cabin tucked in a grove of trees with a view of Indian Lake. Each cabin, however, had two separate apartments. For a hundred...Read On

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My Cleaning Girl

A sexy teasing young woman comes to clean his house and they drive each other crazy with lust

My Cleaning Girl Sisyphus When I saw the notice on the market bulletin board, “College Girl Cleans Houses-- Responsible, Thorough and Fast,” I impulsively wrote down the number. It’s surprising how an idea hits you. I live alone in a small cabin in the woods, but I’m always so busy on my writing projects and gardening that I don’t keep up with cleaning as well as I should. So when I saw...Read On

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Lust and Love: Ch. 2

Two stranges meet in a bar late at night in the middle of nowhere and satisfy their lust

Lust and Love Sisyphus Chapter Two The next morning I woke up feeling the warmth of Megan sleeping next to me, remembering the wild and lusty hours we enjoyed. Was meeting this smart, sexy, beautiful woman in an empty bar in the middle of nowhere a fantasy come true? Two strangers seducing and fucking each other's brains out in a seedy motel was something out of a dream, but here I...Read On

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Lust and Love

Two stranges meet in a bar late at night in the middle of nowhere and satisfy their lust

LUST AND LOVE Sisyphus Chapter One I wanted her the moment she walked into the bar. I had been driving all day on my way to visit some old friends in Western Massachusetts. It was late and I decided to get a drink then head back to the sleazy motel down the road, get up early and continue my journey. The shabby bar was empty except for the bald headed bartender with a pot belly and an old...Read On

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Midnight Snack

She shares her sexy secret life when she comes to my room for a midnight snack.

MIDNIGHT SNACK Sisyphus My oldest friend, Frank and his wife, Marci invited me to spend the weekend with them at a house they rented for the summer on the Jersey shore. I've known Frank for over twenty-five years. He was teaching at the University of Pennsylvania while I taught English at a community college outside of Philadelphia. I was recently divorced and they thought it would be...Read On

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Taking the Farmer's Wife

An guy meets a young female farmer in the middle of nowhere and amazing things happen

TAKING THE FARMER’S WIFE Sisyphus It was a stormy summer night and I was lost. I could barely see through the rain pounding my windshield. Thunder rumbled and lightening cracked sending bright flashing bolts across the sky. It had been a hot humid day of driving and I should have arrived at my friend, Jake’s house hours ago, but the directions were vague and I must have missed a turn-off....Read On

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Housemate

A young sexy woman moves into my cabin and turns my quiet life upside down.

Housemate Sisyphus I live in a cabin in the woods that my wife and I built several years ago. She moved out last year and we got a divorce after twenty-five years. We’re still friends but just drifted apart. Life goes on. I’m a writer and have a couple of books published and a collection of poetry. I have a little following but nothing major by any means. I teach writing at a local college...Read On

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Hitchhiking to Ecstasy

When her car breaks down, she hitchhikes and finds ecstasy in a cabin in the woods

HITCHHIKING TO ECSTASY Sisyphus “Damn, Shit, Fuck!” I yelled, banging my hands on the steering wheel. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I screamed, shaking my head from side to side, my long hair flailing. My car had just slid off the icy road into a ditch and it was getting dark. “Now what?” I muttered, realizing there was no way I could back my car out. I was stuck. My cell phone was dead and I had...Read On

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Maggie's Farm

An older guy meets a younger female farmer in the middle of nowhere and amazing things happen

MAGGIE’S FARM Sisyphus The day I decided to break out of my usual routine and take a little journey changed my life in a most extraordinary way. I’ve lived a pretty quiet life since I retired from teaching to give myself more time to write historical novels for young people. I have a contract with a publisher to produce one or two books a year based on some historical event or famous...Read On