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For every person that has ever settled for comfortable, may they find amazing.

Comfortable... It is the word that has always described me. Comfortable in my skin, with my femininity. Comfortable in who I was as a sexual being. Then without warning, you simply happened to me. I was unaware of all the things in life I did not know or even begin to understand. You came to me and touched my heart, just by gently holding my trembling hand. Kissing you was like...Read On

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A Monumental Affair

An overnight trek amidst spectacular scenery leads to the most sensual of massages

The unparalleled panorama of staggeringly beautiful scenery was nearly lost in the heat haze that shimmered off the tarmac as we made our way steadily along route US163. Fortunately Lucy was driving, allowing me to soak up the views from the car window as the landscape, completely overwhelming in both its majesty and its size, swept serenely by. Lucy and I had arrived in Las Vegas five...Read On

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Our First Photoshoot

One thing leads to another...

Sheri and I had been friends for a long time, but we had never done anything like this before. We'd never even talked about it, and yet all our preparations for her nude photo-shoot over the course of the past few days precipitated on the tacit assumption that somehow, at some point, our naked bodies would very likely come together very intimately today. Whether or not I was really ready for...Read On

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Apartment Eight Makes A Golden Challenge

Vasily owes Carie after losing a bet

Wednesday night at the Fawns Over Foxes Ladies Club ... Johnny B Good2night stepped through the curtain to the small backstage “launch pad”. Breathing as if he had just ran a mile, he fanned himself with his call sheet, his shirt beneath his glittery velvet vest drenched in an uncomely layer of sweat. His ears were ringing, the screeches and screams of the crowd on the other side of...Read On

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Mirroring Storms

Thanks to my dear friend Echelon, who helped spark this idea.

I'll feel you in the air long before arriving at my door,  a tinge of static in every breath and step,  your eyes mirrored the sky as we drove a lonely road,  the dark blue of vast enigmatic oceans. Clouds swirled above us in all directions, you once said they must be what restless spirits  look like when hovering over the earth,  filling skies with the collision of lives lived,  of loves...Read On

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Renaissance of the Heart - Part 2

Cindy's world becomes more complicated in unexpectedly sexy ways

Any hopes of an Indian summer had been dashed. October bumped into November, handing the autumn over clumsily, with sultry weather one day and drizzle the next. I hoped the weather wasn’t a metaphor for my life, which had suddenly been shaken by a girl and her painting. Elizabeth had crashed into my life like a whirlwind. One minute everything was predictable or as predictable as it could...Read On

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A Winter's Day

That winter's day was pure and white, A nip of cold in morning’s light.   The chimney’s smoke was twisting high, Reaching up to the grey blue sky. It took me back to our faded youth, A less complex time of trust and truth. The days were long and filled with joy, Our love was fresh, not brash and coy. The still air was broken by icy chill, Snowflakes falling on the...Read On

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If your words are painted across my heart,  if your face is drawn along every wall I'll go on to build around myself,  then I could still hold on to  some semblance of you. Some parallel echo I may be able to record and mimic,  create from scratch again and build any way I want,  but each one of those possible timelines  would always carry a flaw sewn in somewhere. The color of your eyes...Read On

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Love’s Pleading Salvation

A poem of love and passion.

The labyrinth of the heart  is full of hopes and dreams,  entrapments and schemes, and dances to a blues harmony. The heart bleeds and scars, it writes the novel of life of defeats and victories, and sings an ode to the soul. I feel a hot breeze burning, conflict of power and submission, blood sizzling through my veins, conquer and be conquered. Lost under a black moon, ...Read On

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The Fall

To take a leap and brave the fall

Lips to lips, a soul to kiss To rouse you from a peaceful sleep. I look into your quiet eyes And drink you in, but never too deep. For I could lose my steady footing, Precariously balanced, I risk it all. Should I step back to assured safety, Or take a leap and brave the fall? I feel a sense of vertigo As I balance upon the edge, Of whispering the three small words That only...Read On

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In the Name of Art - Part I

As a nude model, Harry attracts the attention of one of the artists.

Tibialis Anterior, Gastrocnemius, Patella, Quadriceps femoris, Sartorius, Gracilis, Penis. A wave of heat prickled her skin; it rose to her face and settled in her cheeks. She could afford to stare a little longer, she was supposed to. A flush of warmth flooded through her body and settled in her loins. Letting her lips crease to reveal a satisfied smile, her eyes lingered on him. ...Read On

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Gina (Tease and denial) Part 1

Gina enters my life. The first of a series of a kinky, sexy tale

And so it began; a journey into a life so strange that I still look back and wonder whether it was all just a crazy dream. Had it ever really happened? Had she ever really existed? Still, all these months later, she still lingered in my every waking thought, as alluring a captivating as the day she had quite literally barged into my life and took it over, as was her way. To be fair...Read On

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Train Story

Interesting things can happen between strangers on a crowded train.

“ONLY FOUR MORE SHOPPING DAYS LEFT!” The moving banner screamed at him, as he stood in the crowded station. The train came into the station, and screeched to a stop. The crowd surged forward to the opening doors. His arm was pressed from behind, and his hand was firmly pressed into the cleft of the behind of the woman standing in front of him. He started to apologize, but then a gap...Read On

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New Horizons

I think most of us become boring by choice.

For most people they want an uneventful life that holds very few surprises and we were no exception. There is a certain amount of security in developing a routine in your life. I think most of us become boring by choice. Our lives the past few years can be defined by our calendar. My wife and I go to the gym Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. We dine out almost every Friday, but occasionally try...Read On

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Our meeting had to be some infinite gear's turning,  the world's wheels spinning until we're face to face  and your touch spoke beyond any entity that has ever swept over me,  flooding with the same desire coursing through The sensitive ridges I trace with a fingertip  against your heart's thunder,  burning and pounding hot rivers beneath the skin,  I never knew a body could be...Read On

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After the spark

I can’t be what you need. I watch your lips as they form a smile, tell a story. But I will never kiss them For I am not for you. My heart is not only mine. I gave it away long ago. Wrapped it in colourful paper and laid it at the feet of my lover. Freely. Willingly. It has been tended well, nurtured and allowed to grow. How could I do any less with his? People talk about the...Read On

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Now that I'm gone, would you be  so inclined to read, spending memories in dreams... would you be? My old love letters from me to you, turned yellow  from times ago  and midnight kisses of November's snow... would you do that for me? Will your tresses, in nocturnal moments of your spirituality lay on my chest and caress me in my rest... as I compose poetry? Would you be ...Read On

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Swans Danced

If only my words were true and swans danced  on mirrored glass, visions of scent wafting there. If honeysuckle grew in fields of smiles and dew of kisses all the while. If only beauty dared  to grace your wiles and crochet love, like harp strings, on halos. There would be  no need for dreams, or me to write sad songs  of swans and psalms. If only, I would open my eyes....Read On

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A Polaroid of Kristina, Part 4

Mike spanks his older lover

How many men can say that their first sexual experience was at eighteen with a unutterably beautiful woman about thirty years their senior? That on the day after losing their virginity to such a woman, they would find themselves with her lying across their lap bare bottomed, in lingerie, requesting a spanking? I could. It all seems more unbelievable now than it did then. Then, I...Read On

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Fit of Dreams

Hissing waves of sea foam fatigue Slip through my coiled spine, shattering the bones into anemic flesh I flail through the violent surface, spitting lungfuls of torture, my blind eyes open wide as slumber’s suffocation scrapes for my flesh Twisting from its grasp, I awaken to your warm breath strong fingers at my breasts satin lips on my neck and your soft murmur ...Read On

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The light your presence made pulls away from my heart, lingering inside and swelling for years, the spaces between promises growing like rings loosening from our fingers. This ghost knows me well, so please do not reach for me anymore, the trails I've made are not yours, your steps only make tremors when walking along darkened roads. In the distance there are still glimpses at the edges,...Read On

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A Polaroid of Kristina, Part 2

An old Polaroid brings memories of Mike's first time.

I couldn’t believe I had ever lost track of the photograph of my first lover, nude. Well, I could understand how I had lost it, but I was angry at myself. I had been paranoid about my parents finding the erotic Polaroid of Kristina among my things, so I kept changing its hiding place, finding increasingly ingenious spots, until I had outsmarted myself and not been able to find it again, no...Read On

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Bad Habits Need Hard Measures

Miranda has a problem with her smoking habit, but her roommate has a highly unorthodox cure.

For the first few weeks working at Joelle’s, my feet never really touched the floor. This was everything I had dreamed of, and more. In case you don’t know about her - though I’d be curious if you didn’t - Joelle’s the woman who turned makeup into a true art. Where others only “applied” lipstick, rouge and eye shadow, she painted with an artist’s skill and turned the plainest women...Read On

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Renaissance of the Heart - Part 1

A girl embarks on a journey of discovery

It was a surprisingly warm day for October. I had gone out at lunch for a sandwich and marvelled at the kaleidoscope of colours among the trees along the river. The linden were so pretty this year, the lemon yellow and olive a lovely contrast to the warm tones of the sycamore, which overhung the water’s edge. Had I more strictly artistic leanings, I might have set up my easel and splashed...Read On

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Exactingness, that’s what it is... when you suffuse my sensibilities with your lusty language without any immediate intent on giving that which you describe so vividly. Exactingness, that’s what it is... when you serenade my sensuality with your mental licks and kisses without any sense of urgency - zero intent of following through in the right now. Exactingness, really that’s...Read On

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Cruel, Carnal Convent

When a naughty nun tries to turn the convent on its head, it's time to bring out the old punishments

There she sat, grey-haired and stern looking like always, in the middle of the long cherry-wood table on the dais, her lips barely able to contain that self-assured smile that annoyed me so much. Behind her hung the usual silly and perversely expensive depictions of tiny angels worshipping the Lord. Left and right of her, her fellow senior sisters in their black habits waited submissively for...Read On

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A Wedding Befitting A Slut

Becky has been fighting her inner slut for months, but her wedding day may render that fight moot.

I had been called all kinds of names in my life, but “slut” was probably the most common - not that I really minded that one, because I knew that it came close enough to the truth. But I had really tried to be my best, chastest self for Andrew in the year we had been together, and besides the one or other time when I was boozed out of my mind, I thought that I had managed it rather well. ...Read On

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The Point Of No Return

A simple massage passes the point of no return

As I sat down on the sofa after a long day at work with a fat glass of wine in my hand, my feet visibly throbbed, like some sort of bright red swollen bruise from a Tom and Jerry cartoon. My girlfriend Marie could see the discomfort written across my face. "Aww, come here. Prop your feet up and I'll rub them for you," she said, patting her lap to indicate exactly where I should put my...Read On

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The delicateness of you

What is it that draws me to you? Is it your smile or Perhaps your clever wit? Is it the touch of your hand or The feel of your skin? Is it the smell of your hair or The curve of you hip? What is it that draws me to you? Is it the way you grin when My hands move along your calf? Is is the way your legs splay for my fingers As they roam your inner thigh? Is it the way your breath hitches When...Read On

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Nevada Day

An office Halloween party holds more than a few surprises.

On October 31, 1864, the Nevada territory was granted statehood into the United States, making it the thirty-sixth state. In 1993, the Nevada State legislation designated October 31, as a state holiday, or Nevada Day. Then, in 2000, they decided to make the last Friday in October the day Nevadans celebrate Nevada Day. This is a fancy way of saying school and state government buildings are...Read On