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3-Day Stand, Part III

The only remarkable times in a 3-day stand are that first glorious moment of reunion and the last horrific moment of separation. Heaven and hell. Any time in between is irrelevant, at best. Want breakfast at 3 p.m.; go for it. Want to get snockered at 8 a.m.; be our guest. Want to have some fun, have at it, at 2 a.m., 4:30 a.m., 8 a.m., 9 a.m., noon, 3 p.m.... have at it - nothing and no...

Added 16 Jan 2012 | Category Fetish | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 3,712

3-Day Stand Part IV

“Since you didn’t lick it all off,” he says to the ceiling, “I guess I’ll have to take a shower. Want to join me”? Ruby’s bright blue eyes, rimmed by glaring white, peer from her blackened, mousse-encrusted face. “I could try again,” she offers. Rolling to his left in the sticky mess of sheets they’ve made, Ron cracks a big smile across his multi-colored, chocolate sprinkle...

Added 20 Dec 2011 | Category Anal | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 4,193 | 1 Comment

Jump me!

Five or six shots of espresso through no demand of my own. Perfect end to a commute with a worthwhile jumper. playing "Sing Out" by Celtic Women Steering a curve at 65 with my knees heading into a bright orange sun south of the dark cityscape. The jumper was good! and turned out to be, blessed of all, a woman and brunette and I imagined her to have big tits and ...

Added 17 Nov 2011 | Category Love Poems | Votes 1 | Avg Score 4 | Views 1,070

It couldn't have been different.

You are my love and I yours. I could speak your names but to what end? I write this not to you but for you. Since I am of the hoi polloi I must speak to them as you deign not to. I speak to them of love, far beyond and yet within the flesh they celebrate; our love is so pure, even within its bawdy lust full of moans, gasps and dirty sheets. We are distant in space ...

Added 03 Nov 2011 | Category Love Poems | Votes 4 | Avg Score 4.25 | Views 1,220 | 3 Comments

Lisa II

I see her again, a cardinal in the snow. Wild black hair is tufted up  beneath her hard hat. Layers of flannel and Carhart swathe her against the cold. Steel-toed jack boots stir dust and dance across gulches of debris. Gloved hands tear down and best a pounding jack hammer. Dark eyes glint behind shades even as her smile sparkles me. Will her eyes see through me ...

Added 02 Nov 2011 | Category Love Poems | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,133 | 2 Comments

Three-day Stand Part I

The phone rings and is answered. “Concierge, Hotel Royale, how may I help you?” The voice on the other end of the line is the Bell Captain. “He’s here.” “Are you sure?” asks the Concierge. “Think so. Gray brown hair and not much of that. Glasses. One white bag and one black plastic bag,” says the Captain. “Hmmmm, sounds right,” says the Concierge. “Thanks. And make sure he gets in...

Added 01 Nov 2011 | Category Love Stories | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 2,743 | 1 Comment

Why Not?

She is not dead, far from it. She is in love, but the pains of her days are the grim reminder that she is not dead. She lies upon a bier to not feel the memories of loves lost or unrequited, shallow sex without love, betrayal and abandonment. The daily grind of her motherly chores and the nagging weakness in her blood and bones are the canvas upon which she paints any joy...

Added 30 Oct 2011 | Category Love Poems | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,110 | 2 Comments

3-Day Stand Part II

"So, how does this work?" Ruby asks, shucking off her black lace bra. While he stows her suitcase, Ron tosses over his shoulder, "Just lie down on your back, sort of diagonal on the bed. Stick a few pillows under your head so you can see. I'll be over as soon as this cocoa butter is melted." "It probably already is," she mumbles. "What?" he prompts. "IT PROBABLY ALREADY IS,"...

Added 27 Oct 2011 | Category Love Stories | Votes 6 | Avg Score 4.5 | Views 3,368 | 4 Comments

Night and Day

I was once a peasant girl clad in gray rough woven skirt and flour sack blouse; black hair chipped with straw from the pallet on which I'd lain.   Every summer day I picked berries in the lane and you'd ride by in your gilded carriage; wild black and white stallions flailing their mains; champing at their bits.   Your blue eyes stared at me beside parted lace; two...

Added 24 Oct 2011 | Category Love Poems | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,992 | 2 Comments


I see her through the dust of diggers working harder than any man around. Her dreams, hopes and longings power sun-bronzed arms and thick-gloved hands. She reeks of femininity, but would never cop to that in a bar. Her scent cuts through diesel fumes even as she swabs sweat with her Tee. She is gorgeous and I want her in her sunglasses, mud boots and cascading black hair tucked up under her...

Added 22 Oct 2011 | Category Love Poems | Votes 2 | Avg Score 4.5 | Views 1,274 | 2 Comments

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