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BARBIE: Life in the Dreamhouse

Can Barbie finally give up her toys?

The first Barbie doll was sold on 9 March 1959. The rest is history as they say. The mythology surrounding the doll has become a Jungian archetype for American women. For these women Barbie is far more than a “toy”: she is a metaphor for their unconscious desires and dreams. To “be” Barbie is a collectively inherited concept for millions of young women. The wise ancient Greeks...Read On

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Send in the Clone

His wife has an plan for how he can participate by proxy in fun with their lesbian babysitter.

Ryan grabbed a towel, having just finished a quick shower. With their son off at his parents’ house for a few days, he knew what his wife’s suggestion to take a shower right after dinner meant. They were both a couple of days overdue for some alone time, and breaking that fast always resulted in mind-blowing sex. He toweled off, gave his hair a cursory blow dry, and pulled on a pair of boxers...Read On

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Sandcastles

Written with love for a pretty girl

Golden sun covered the turquoise sea, white waves brushing the sand heading out from the line where she knelt, scooping great pits there just below where the fluffy white stuff I was sat upon merged with the firm apron of beige. Oblivious to those around her, she worked at her play, building with her chosen medium. I watched her from the lazy comfort of our sheet, spread upon the heated...Read On

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Claimed

It was time that she became what she was meant to be, his.

There was something so familiar. This was not the first time she had looked into the intensity of those ice grey eyes, Asia was certain of it. Who could forget such a hauntingly unique color, the distinct clarity, the way they seemed to bore through her and create a rush that could only be compared to actual physical intimacy. The fact that he was a stranger and on the opposite end of the...Read On

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London's Burning

One trip to London brings love, fire, romance and heartbreak.

From inside the pressurised, air-conditioned solitude and comfort of the black cab, my feet alighted at last on the wet street. Damp was something London did well. My bones shivered in their skin to feel the heavy weight of the city's gloom on them once more; it was not a feeling I relished. I looked up, casting my eyes about the grey and ominous sky with trepidation. There was a large...Read On

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In That Moment

“ You can't save her Paul. You need to understand this. No matter how much you want it to happen, no matter how hard you try to make it happen, you can't stop it. Clara can't be brought back. This is not what I'm offering you. I'm sorry.” Paul sat on the sofa and leaned forward burying his face in his palms. He breathed through his fingers and then sobbed once...but his tears had dried up...Read On

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Liz

The Curious Tale of Kitty Meowenstein

What would happen if you woke up as a witch?

No world existed beyond the spill of cold light from the car headlamps. A midnight shroud had settled, smothering the land in a gloom where only dim glimmers and deep dark shadows existed. Storm clouds loomed menacingly in the nighttime sky, threatening a downpour that no living soul would wish to be caught in. The streetlights of civilisation seemed to provide people with a false sense...Read On

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Collision

Incompatible colleagues, a car, and a crash.

Credits rolled. So went another sappy romantic comedy, the third one I’d consumed in as many days. Me. Mister Sensitivity. I’d like to be able to say I didn’t know what was going on with me, but I hadn’t reached the point of lying to myself. Yet. I tapped a key and the tablet went dark. It was the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend. A fuzzy orange sphere shimmered on the glass tower across...Read On

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How I Loved You Then

A sad little take on a Break-Up

  The shining sun still shines the same We, smiling, play the older games And paper over wounds and pain Knowing neither of us are to blame. And in the air a hint of rain, We're heading for a storm again. Know you were my closest friend and How I loved you then... I see it in distracted eyes, Avoiding rows with sad soft sighs, Whispered excuses and White Lies, Creating a space where love...Read On

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The Muse's Poem

We are not making love, we are making poetry.

This is not a love poem. Let us not insult each other By wasting pretty words Or precious time. We are not of the same cut As those romantics, Those who see eternity In the face of flowers. This muse has already, Willingly, Spread her legs, Allowed you to taste her sweetness, To feel the silkiness Of her petals Against your tongue, And pluck, Understanding that where there...Read On

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The Inheritance

A family curse isn't always a burden

I am a farmer of fertile Kansas fields, considered by most to be a kind man with a welcoming smile. A pillar of the small farming community I call home, an elder at my church, and decent enough looking that women have commented on it over the years, particularly my blue eyes, which contrast with my weathered skin, I guess. I always choose my words carefully with men and women alike, and I like...Read On

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Mistaken Identity - Part One

Jake finds a surprise in Ryan.

The moon was just starting to peek over the distant range when Jake and his men finished rounding up the stray cattle. The skittish creatures rejoined the herd with grateful sounding bays and moos, as if leaving hadn't been their idea in the first place. Jake spat the trail dust out of this mouth and leaned his long, rangy body onto the saddle horn as he watched his men bring in the last...Read On

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Liz

Baby Oil Bad Boy

Sarah's Saturday morning with her hunky housemate and a bottle of baby oil

Saturday mornings felt like being wrapped up in a warm, snuggly blanket on an icy cold winter’s night. They are the sanctuary for the weekday weary, and for Sarah it meant she could rouse from her ‘slumber of the dead’ a couple of hours later than usual. It was a lovely feeling, being relaxed and totally at peace with the world. She stretched out her tired, weary limbs under the big soft...Read On

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My Last Morning With Melissa

Something long, hot and dirty

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...Read On

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All Of Me

A woman's emotional road to love and happiness...

Raindrops spattered the windows of Tracey's twenty-fifth floor office. The grey gloominess of the seemingly never-ending day matched her mood. Tracey was in a funk, and she had been for some time. Her thoughts drifted as she pecked aimlessly at her keyboard. “I need a break because this shit ain't working.” She glanced at her closed door, “Fuck, why does my life have to be such shit?” ...Read On

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Coffee and Cream

She leaned against the door frame, sipping her morning coffee as she watched him sleep. He was sprawled out in the middle of the bed, with one arm tucked under the pillow and the other resting low on his stomach under the thin white sheet.  A slow smile played on her lips, and she felt her body react to the man in her bed.  Images of last night flashed through her mind, her body still...Read On

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My Father's Day Gift

Men are simple creatures and one gift is always sure to please

It must have been the sound that woke me. A light metallic clatter of silverware jostling. Then my weary eyes opened to the pleasant glare of sunlight filtering in through our bedroom drapes. It was as refreshing a sight as it was unusual for me as I'm normally up hours before dawn. Not having really registered the aforementioned sound of flatware, I gazed in mild disappointment at the...Read On

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Brown

I squatted down to tongue and taste her freshly waxed vulva.

We walked over the pile of Brown’s clothes into the jet-black darkness of the windowless bathroom just outside of her office. We shut out the light and the sound of the driving beats behind us. Brown’s birthday soiree would have to go on without Brown. Naked cocoa Brown had the supple soft skin of a lamb and the scent of a goddess. She wore a floral fragrance with just a hint of...Read On

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Stacey's Choice

A walk leads to the unexpected

It was one of those perfect June days that we wait for all winter. The sun was warm, the sky a clear and intense blue without a cloud in sight. It felt like slipping into a warm bath rather than the sauna that the heat and humidity of August would bring. There were even people out sailing at midday this Friday as Stacey gazed out of her office window toward Lake Ontario. They were starting...Read On

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Mrs Vandermeer's Rules: 6a

Sometimes we do things in the heat of the moment that we regret for the rest of our lives. Recently I’d let myself be filmed, naked and masturbating, admitting on camera that I was Abby’s slutty little plaything. Funny thing is, even now, six days later, I had no regrets. If anything, I was rather proud of myself. It had taken a lot of courage to do what I’d done. I felt like I’d somehow taken...Read On

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Dance for Me

For Caroline, he’d break every rule in the book.

His heart quickened like it always did when he saw her. No matter what outfit she was wearing or what she was doing, her presence always had that same effect on him. In a way it embarrassed him but then again it didn’t because no one else knew his weakness and in all honesty, he kind of liked it. She walked with a perfect poise which betrayed how much she must have practiced her entrance....Read On

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Quartet

a seduction of a different kind.

Seattle, Winter ‘07 Her name was Lucy, or at least that’s the name she used, and she was a junkie. I didn’t need to see the track marks to know. In my line of work, I’d seen enough addicts to ID them quickly. She said she was 25, another lie. Closer to 20 would be my guess. That’s the thing about junkies. Lying comes naturally. It’s second nature. “I want to get clean.” See?...Read On

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Liz

Parisian Nights

La grande seduction in la Ville-Lumière

The echo of designer heels clicking across polished granite tiles pierced the silence of the building lobby. It was the confident stride of a young woman who to look at her, exuded contemporary class and an urban sophistication. She stepped into the elevator as the doors slid open and with a perfectly manicured finger, pushed the button for the twenty-fourth floor. Everyone in the open...Read On

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Liz

Genesis

Love’s moment of creation

Plucked from her branch, perfect apple sweet, In the heart of his own paradise. Her centre a havoc of lustful heat. His voice a litany of vice. The act forbidden, her body unsung, As his teeth broke her porcelain skin. The flavour of her lingered upon his tongue. Ravaged innocence their cardinal sin. Dazed euphoria caused her mind to spin, Revelled he in the joys of curious woman....Read On

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Fifteen Minutes With Jared

A college bar-girl has her spirits lifted by a bad-boy rocker.

There was no hint at the start of Abbey’s evening that before her shift had ended she’d experience the fuck of her young life. Dennehy’s bar was its usual dingy self. Clientele the same rowdy bunch of jocks. Atmosphere noisy and on course for drunken mayhem by closing time. The music, however, was a cut above normal. “Who are these guys?” she asked Angelo, that evening’s head-barman. ...Read On

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Girls Like That

Certain girls are irresistible...

She was so tight she made my loins ache. I wanted inside of her. The slutty little thing wore a shiny lick of a dress that reminded me of the black paint on my favorite ride. Now I wanted to ride her ass just like I ride my bikes, with a lot of speed. No brakes would be needed for that piece of tail; she wasn’t after safety. I could tell by the way all five-foot-nothing of her prowled the...Read On

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Liz

Bad Girl

Her t-shirt said 'Bad Girl' and her eyes said ‘read the t-shirt’.

James had been propping up the bar all night, somewhat despondent at his lack of luck with the ladies. It wasn’t that he was unattractive, but he began to think that the desperation was evident on his face. “Can girls even see that?” he asked drunkenly with a sweep of his hand. The barman wasn’t listening, not that he could hear James over the loud, booming bass of the club music anyway....Read On

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Buz

Miss American Pornstar

The ratings for America’s newest cable TV show are rising like a raging erection.

Ida Hoe was waiting nervously back stage as her arch rival, Holly Keyhole, performed on stage riding Hoss Bigg cowgirl style on a trampoline. She could hear the audience shouting in delight. The raucous cheers were almost deafening. Ida was horrified that Holly might give an unsurmountable performance. Ida barely trailed her for first place in this grand finale episode of Miss American...Read On

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Empty

Her hands gripped the soft, white cotton sheet as her husband kept thrusting into her. Lina closed her eyes and wished he would hurry up and finish. She had to remind herself to moan every once in a while, although she doubted he would even notice. His movements were getting more urgent, and she could feel his sweat dripping down her lower back every time his body connected with hers. Lina...Read On

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Ferris Wheel

One night at your favorite motel.

Residing between an abandoned amusement park and a seedy strip club, the Parkside Motor Lodge and Cocktail Lounge did its best to distance itself socially from its neighbors. Turquoise script displayed its name in flickering neon while letters that glowed in icy blue and blushing pink promised that every guest would enjoy refrigerated air and the convenience of in-room adult movies. Time...Read On