“There’s no debate, woman. Sit quiet, lean back, and let me untangle them curls.” “Are you mocking my locks?” Three gilded rings sway in fragrant patchouli when she shifts. Forcing his middle finger down the warm bareness between her shell-adorned, reddis...
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AltaBrwnSgr
Over 90 days ago
Straight Female
United States
Stories
Storm’s scent informs me that it is time to go.Drops and drips moisten torn places barelydried-out, dampened, drenchedfrom the prior encounter... encounters. Pressures graduate from drizzle to downpour.In its midst, I wait for the you in me to un-claim, u...
Dirty Throb
Flash erotica – n. a work less than 1000 words; that's all you get. I'm just saying.(Nope, there is no sequel, sorry). Nuh uh, the only character development you’ll find occurs between you and the words on this page... right now. This is different. You're encouraged to do some things you wouldn’t normally do – take a mental journey to pl...
Sexy,you keep me onan addict’s edge,awaiting your brushstrokes against my thickness. Yesterday you -mounted my mind, and made me scream a scream of freedom familiar only to wide-open windows on mild summer nights, and closed-in lakeside cabins on frozen s...
The dilemma had nothing to do with my physicality being sandwiched between my heterosexuality and my lesbianism. That wasn’t it. That night, my intent was to rest in a mutual completeness. Mine was to simply taste the flavor of what was yours – to suckle,...
Exempt
If you must...Before you do it, may I say something? Annually, you silently loathe it. I know this. You’ll search for us in an aisle besieged with fifty shades of pink and red that replaced the red and green 75%-off leftovers. You’ll remain mute while making your symbo...
Non-Fiction: Train
Hi. My name is Tamar, and I'm addicted to public sex.I should be ashamed. But I’m not. It’s been six months since it happened; and up until now, I’ve kept my mouth shut. Now, I’ve chosen to be bold. Why? Well, it’s my resolution for 2015: to hell with what people think. I resolved to chase my worries with a...
“How long has it been?” “A long time.” I opened my desk drawer pretending to look for anything. “Fess up. How long?” I tried to deflect. “You first. How long has it been since you had sex?” “This is such an enriching meaningful work discussion that’s vita...
The Cusp of a Breaking
Prophetic...In love -feral, unbroken, andunaccustomedto your waysof thinking, of loving, of being, my resolve is suffocating - drowning in asea of assumptions. Assumptions, sorted presumptionshave a way ofdistortingwhat is true. What may be trueturns into misconcepti...
Exactingness, that’s what it is...when you suffuse mysensibilities withyour lusty language withoutany immediateintent on givingthat which youdescribe so vividly. Exactingness, that’s what it is...when you serenade my sensuality with your mental licksand k...
She said... Wordsgrouped together,amounting towritten promisesscribedin black and white...White spacesin between thoughtsThat iswhat we’ve exchanged for awhile now. Now, we swapwords on screenswith no expression,sans inflection,but with a mutualunderstand...
Still Beautiful
For Denise, breast cancer survivors, and those in the fight... You are Still BeautifulCandles, ten tea lights, cast glowing warmth. Warmth fills a tub of clear water.Tap waters marry and whip liquid soap streams intofrothy bubbles of sandalwood wrapped in vanilla.Vanilla bean beads of goodness baptize my hectic hell on this day. Today, day...
Dessert
A hairy tale...“Tiramisu, please.” Hell, after compiling financial reports all damn day and being stood up, I deserved a little sugar. “Would you like coffee?” “Yes, thank you... decaf black.” As the server turned to walk away, I felt a velvety swipe on the back of my n...
Pussy Playlist
Ladies and gentlemen, what songs are on your pussy playlist?Savoring remnants of yoursweet emulsionextracted from our daily head ritual, I express one little ole special request.Bae, would you upload your playliston my pussy? Please, strike a pop pace first. No metronome required. The thump of your heartbeat sets...
Deep Throat Baby
An acrostic sonnet detailing my love of giving head.Daily head involves naughty indulgence. Easing your girth beyond my gag reflex, Each press and pull forms a rhythmic sequence, Pushing past thresholds of your lazy ex! Tears stream down now combined with saliva. Hold my head firm with your hands; don’t l...