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My rum blend of margarita, the dark chocolate next to me and the array of erotic tales I have pulled up to read.
Yes, it certainly does. I think it adds an edge of excitement to the situation.
B.A.L.A.N.C.EWhat is balance but a mind-setA choice, a desire, a goalGood versus evilRight versus wrongIntelligence versus stupidityResponsibility versus amusementChin tiltedNeck strainedBreasts outBack ArchedAss tightLegs apartFeet bracedToes curledAn image of beautyAn image of desireA frame of perfectionAnd a frame of perceptionEyes wideNose straightLips partedEars openNipples peakedStomach ripplingThighs quiveringCalves tremblingA vision of seductionA vision of submissionThe entirety of slaveThe entirety of a womanThe entirety of oneselfBalance
Does anyone like The Highwayman? I'm currently working on an erotica based off of the poem and I found myself up against a predicament. I can't decide whether I want to stick with them just having their kiss or to make the moment a little more than that and have them make love. Thoughts anyone? If you haven't read the poem, I recommend it! THE wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding— Riding—riding— The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
I always get in this predicament where I decide to go to a bookstore and write. It's never a good idea...Mid way through the story I find myself wiggling in my seat, wishing I was in the privacy of my own home. I think the fact that I DO write it in public places makes it even more of a turn-on, since anyone, at any time, can steal a peek at my screen.
Lizzy’s hands wrung together as she stood there. The skin on her hands was beginning to turn red at the contact. Despite the motion of her hands, one could easily see them shaking slightly. Her nails were painted a soft green color that accented her outfit of the evening. If one was to look at her from a distance they would see a young woman standing alone at the end of Rock Raven Bridge....
Added 21 Jun 2012 | Category First Time
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I sat on the edge of the bed and I nervously glanced at the clock beside the bed. Five minutes until he was supposed to arrive. I could already feel my face begin to flush, and the temperature of the room seemingly began to increase. My breathing grew rapid and my hands began to twist together, an obvious display of my nervousness. As I sat there, I tried to calm myself down, but try as I...
Added 20 Jun 2012 | Category BDSM
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