My name is Josh and I just reciently found this sight, much to my delight. I've been writing sexual fantasies for a few years now and I'm excited to see that there are so many others that do the same. I would love to be a better writer and think this would be a great outlet to get some advice and constructive criticism. I love writing for new people too! I tend to do most of my writings as vacations or specific fetishes.
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When morning comes, light breaks through the darkness, I feel you breathing against my chest, Wrapped tightly in my arms, I take in your scent, exhaling your sin, Every inhale brings forth a new memory, Flesh against flesh, your warm smooth skin sustains me, My fingers draw on your shoulder while you sleep, Etching passionate memories of the night past, My lips press to...
Added 13 Mar 2013 | Category Love Poems
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“It’s been a long time since I’ve smelled the ocean.” I say slipping my hand into yours while you silently look around, taking in everything. The deafening of the dirty old yellow taxi practically drowns out my voice. We pass by many local businesses that are painted with vibrant colors, obviously a tourist trap, a good one at that. Dimples showing as you smile and reach into your bag,...
Added 20 Feb 2013 | Category Love Stories
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User, I can't tell you how much it sickens me to think of how you use people. Brings tears to my eyes and puts a knot in my stomach. Using your sexuality and others desires of you, to get what you want and make you feel better about yourself. All the while you burn those around you, filling their heads with desire like the Pied Piper, calling to them like the Sirens from Odysseus. ...
Added 18 Sep 2012 | Category Love Poems
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My eyes will not give way, stead fast I look onward past what I see, your eyes, the gateway to your soul. Your hands rest in mine, cupped gently, fingers connecting at my hip. They take hold firmly; yet, pull away as I tremble in anticipation. Though a quickened pulse my breathing does not waver, yet, when you move closer to me, my breath cannot hold its ground. My...
Added 10 Sep 2012 | Category Love Poems
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