Help Stop Vote Erosion!Whenever a member deletes their accounts, all of their scores and comments are deleted with them. Overtime, older stories can see their scores wither away! Please help by voting and commenting on an older story today! Help us end the scourge of Vote Erosion!That's kind of in jest, but your votes and comments are my only reward and motivation for writing these stories. It seems, however, to be the natural inclination for readers to forgo voting or leaving comments on older works. I would humbly ask any who enjoy my work to kindly leave a comment just to let me know what you thought of it. Fresh scoring and comments breathe new life into forgotten works and who knows, you may just bring it to the attention of another who may have otherwise never known it was there. About me.I am a man of partial Native American heritage. I am a living contradiction. I am a poet and writer, a blue collar man and a closet philosopher. I am a responsible professional and a miscreant. I am a pacifist who believes in revenge. I am an anarchist who believes humanities greatest achievement is civilization and a man who believes that women have been suppressed by a hypocritical society for far too long. I am a gentleman with a very dirty mind. I don’t chat much but enjoy it when I do. I will always be very happy to return emails. I am here to make some friends, share wisdom and to feed my ego by sharing my work. For those who enjoy my poetry you honor me by reading it. For those who read my stories know that I am pleased when someone can be inspired by my words.
‘What the fuck just happened?’ The thought echoes through me like a shockwave, making my skin tingle as if lightning had just struck a nearby tree. The memories of this night have me feeling raw and exposed. I can sense her taste on my lips, and the subtle remains of her fragrance is lingering on my shirt. If not for these sensations, and the warm burn of her touch on my skin, I...
Added 08 Nov 2015 | Category Trans
It had been five years since my wife died. I was stuck in a rut. It was as if my life had stalled the day Gina passed away. I was as emotionally healed as I would ever be, yet I lacked the will to go out and start anew. I worked, I came home. I slept, and then I headed back to work again the very next day. My life became a cycle. Rinse and repeat, ad infinitum. Maybe that’s why I...
Added 20 Oct 2015 | Category Taboo
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Even as I toiled through the evening, going about the forgettable tasks of my job, my mind was with you. Fingers that pushed a pen, or tapped at the black keys of my board, longed to be caressing the pale softness of your skin. Eyes that focused on numbers and words, longed instead to witness the beautiful rise of your breasts, and the gentle curve of your hips. My body moved as would...
Added 04 Oct 2015 | Category Flash Erotica
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There is only darkness. I am immersed in it, surrounded by a deep and enveloping blackness that is unbroken by even the slightest sliver of light. I can hear no sounds, not that I expect to. Our basement Sanctum is completely soundproofed. Master has ensured that no one on the outside would ever be able to hear my screams. ‘Silent! I need to be silent.’ I remind myself as thoughts...
Added 17 Sep 2015 | Category BDSM
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Being attentive while otherwise going unnoticed was an important skill for a slave. Fortunately, Nikos had made an art out of appearing only when needed, and thus was usually able to remain more or less invisible as he went about his duties. As a result, he was only occasionally chastised by his master for 'flitting about like a damn hummingbird'. He was especially pleased to have managed...
Added 17 Aug 2015 | Category Historical
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"I'm telling you Hank, that girl is a slut! She runs around like a wild animal, staying out all hours of the night, and always with different men! Older men, Hank! I swear, I think some of them are even giving her money! She's completely out of control! I just can't take it anymore!" The screeching sound of Gloria's voice was like a hot wire on my nerves, and instantly brought back...
Added 02 Sep 2015 | Category Spanking
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I love sex. I suppose that doesn't make me unusual. Most women do. My urge to share my desires online isn't so common. Maybe I love the attention, and maybe by sharing, part of me hopes others will share their own desires with me. Such things are never easy to speak of. Maybe it's easier for guys, but I don't know if that's true. I do know some girls find it very difficult to talk about...
Added 13 Sep 2015 | Category Masturbation
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Justin was twenty eight years old when he returned to the States after two tours in Iraq. Now discharged, he tried to find work but the economy was still pretty tight and it proved to be much more difficult than he anticipated. Right about the time he was ready to give up and move back in with his parents, he received an offer for some part-time auto repair work. It was more or less on...
Added 25 May 2014 | Category Voyeur
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"So, are you gonna kiss him tonight?" Aimee's eyes sparkled with excitement. Her youthful face was alight with a playful joy as she lay on the bed, clutching a frilly pillow under her still developing breasts. Tricia watched her through the mirror as she finished the last touches to her make-up. "Of course. Jake's been my boyfriend for over a year now. It's not like we've never even kissed." ...
Added 25 Jul 2015 | Category First Time
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Ah, Melissa. That’s a name that brings back fond memories of a time of passion and illicit romance. Even now, I can taste the hint of cinnamon on her lips and sense the subtle fragrance of an obscure flower that was the essence of the perfume she wore. Melissa and her husband, a stoic and foolish man whose unpronounceable name I have chosen to forget, lived in the same apartment complex as...
Added 16 Mar 2014 | Category Hardcore
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Ryan Jennings was just an ordinary guy with a decent job and a new girlfriend. He never expected his life to become anything more than it was, but when a mysterious, raven haired beauty began hunting him in a haunting game of cat and mouse, he found himself unable to resist. Tempted beyond reason,...
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