Stories published by sweetvictory

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images of

images I think I can only create in icing or spilled nail polish something raw and slick and shining reflective I can’t paint and the words don’t seem to come to describe images of deep blood red and ivory cream blossom of his seed spilled something hot and sleek and splashing intimately I can’t breathe and the desire spasms through me to ignite images of wine...Read On

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burn

needing so to be held that physical ache muscles burn can't fight the tears that flow the sob that won't escape turn, turn over again stifle that aching burn eyes close and breathe deep escape into that dreamland embrace...Read On

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A Dream Shared

She was dreaming. She had to be. The spectacular landscape was so familiar - she knew she'd dreamt it before. Walking in the warm sunlight, she drank in its brilliant colors... The deep reds, oranges and browns of the winding canyon and towering rock spires, brilliant blue sky overhead reflected in the crystal clear waters chattering softly along the canyon bed, and everything warm to the...Read On

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The Bassist After The Breakup

I wasn't really out to get over it, but I was getting over it.

My fingers wrapped carefully around the long stem of my glass of chilled white wine, I stared into the cool liquid as if it could reveal my future. What I really wanted it to do was hide my past, but I figured that was just going to take time and strength. Sometimes…sometimes guys are jerks, y’know? Enough. Tonight is so not about wallowing in old frustrations, old guilt, old...Read On

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a kiss, and gone

fingers leaving rough electric trails across my lips and skin my head shakes no you whisper yes holding me enthralled in the space of a breath between our mouths gripping the back of my neck freezing me in place your lips and tongue and teeth hold me down rising up against your immovable density crushing without even ...Read On

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Tied to You

I slowly wake, becoming aware of tiny strains in various muscles and soft, tender touches along my skin. I stretch my arms - already above my head - and arch my back, easing the muscles for a moment and feeling content and sleepy. As I bring my arms back to my sides, suddenly I realize I can't complete the motion. I tip my head back, eyes flying open to see the black silk of your tie...Read On

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This ghost of your kiss

and now, sweet… I am taking this feeling – this ghost of your lips – to feather my dreams to light my soft slow breaths and this insistence, sweet… I am gathering this touch – this flutter of your ethereal fingertips – to dance my swelling sighs to cry my wishes crystal and then, sweet… I am drawing this flow – this brush and ken of your body on mine – to fire and...Read On

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Train Story

A train ride home, with a twist

She caught his eye the instant she stepped onto the crowded light rail car mid-rush hour, and he watched her as she found a free hand-strap hanging from the roof across the car from him. His eyes drank in her long legs wrapped snugly in black leather boots that stopped just below her knees, their heels adding to her graceful height. Her short black skirt was accented with metal rivets in...Read On

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For a lover leaving

do not go gently....do not be content to live with the fear and the dull and the safe harmless lack and lackluster dive and reach, and pull yourself toward the warning sounds and the excitement the hurt and battered and torn scarred sparkling joys and loves dash yourself on the rocks and the pebbly sand earn your stripes and lashes and passions, kiss and caress your lovers' and lovers......Read On

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Tub Time

Cure for a headache - an erotic interlude

He walked into the dark, quiet apartment confused - shealways beat him home, so where was she? He slowly walked back to the bedroom, undressing from work and looking for her as he moved through the rooms. He still hadn't found her by the time he'd stripped down to his boxers and tossed his clothes in the bedroom hamper, but he finally noticed the light under the master bathroom door. He...Read On

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