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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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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

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One Incredible Costume

Dad gets an unexpected Halloween treat from his daughter's sexy friend.

It’s a nice way to wake up. There was a little chill in the autumn air, but I had a warm body next to me. Her head rested on my chest and her firm breasts pressed against me. One leg was between mine, and I could feel the touch of her smooth-shaven sex against my hip. I absently stroked her long, dark hair, and let out a sigh of contentment. Then I came fully awake and my eyes widened as...Read On

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You may pass by all that I've left behind,  fingertips barely grazing by old clothes in the closet,  footsteps falling on paper strewn everywhere like carpet,  every move rearranging the words I've written for you. Where those inked pages move will never truly matter,  the stories contained on each one are already carved into you,  sculpted around the delicate tissues lining your...Read On

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Flowers of the Night, part II

Sometimes the best intentions....

“What were you thinking, calling Damion?” I asked Hunter. “He's my friend,” he said. “Why shouldn't I call him?” “Let's see,” I said. “Maybe because you spent the afternoon fucking his wife.” “I hadn't fucked you when I called him.” “You called him before you called me?” “You're not jealous are you? I called him early, when I first got in.” I looked at him across the table and...Read On

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OffWorld Slave Girl

In the distant future, a man retires to a planet where beautiful 'pleasure slaves' are abundant.

I am writing to my Earth readers, to tell you about the incredible world of Rigel VI. I recently moved here to Rigel VI to retire. Why you ask? The main reason is the incredible local custom of having an endless supply of beautiful sex-slaves. Pleasure-slaves, as they are known here, are owned by the rich elite of this planet. They take care of the sexual needs of their 'masters' or...Read On

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A Sonnet To Honeydew

A Shakespearean declaration of love to the sweetest nectar...

A morning dawns, of loving passion bright warm kisses stroke most gently you awake. Sweetest stirring draws you to the light and lays down gifts you never hold or take. By love's pull drawn, you follow worship’s song that praises your sweet scent with gifted tongue. To you alone these praises do belong when Venus’ trap on willing prey is sprung. You leave the safety of...Read On

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Dress Code, part 2

Anne's dress code violation leads to re-education and punishment. What will she wear the next day?

As she kneeled before her boss and took his erection in her mouth, Anne found herself incredibly aroused. Part of it made perfect sense. Mr. Slater was magnetically good-looking and sexy, and Anne had always enjoyed performing fellatio. In contrast with women she knew who found the act --particularly when done kneeling-- to be submissive and demeaning, she had always felt power in...Read On

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Just A Blow Job This Time

A couple explore the early stages of their relationship

Jenny stood on the kerb outside the gym, with her badminton racquet in hand. The cool breeze seemed to blow right through her body, the relative warmth of the gymnasium a mere sentimental memory. As she attempted to keep warm by bouncing on the spot, a dark blue sports car pulled up. She opened the door and got in. “Sorry, Jenny, have you been waiting long? The traffic is awful.” “It’s...Read On

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The Werewolf

Is there a werewolf in the woods, or something worse?

Jess-Belle opened the door, something she'd never dared do on a night like this. It was easier than she expected, but a knot of fear still drew tight in her stomach. The little clock on the mantle chimed midnight. Moonlight filtered through the stirring pines. It a nice night, but no one in their right mind would be out. No one but Jess-Belle, and even she hesitated before stepping over...Read On

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Selfish Lover

Be selfish my lover, realizing what you need is me.

Be selfish with me My lover Look at this body Through the eyes Of your own narcissism  Let it blind you no more Place your hand  At the meeting of my thighs And firmly grip What you know drips For you Taste it Let your eyes bore through me As you force  through gritted teeth The command The demand What you have yet to recognize as a plea "Mine" Let every muscle In your form Flex...Read On

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Tracy's Legs

Jenny has a secret - a secret longing for a pretty, young intern. But how secret is that secret?

Life sometimes strikes you with insights at the most inopportune of moments, and I’m sure it takes the greatest pleasure in your despair when it dangles the fruits of these revelations just out of reach. It shapes ordinary moments into mystical experiences and drives frozen spears of longing through your heart, time and time again. And the devious, experienced bitch life is, it doesn’t give...Read On

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The Offering

The past and passion awaken for Cameron in Egypt's Valley of the Queens.

The janitor was far from surprised to see light streaming from beneath the door bearing the placard Cameron Baxter, Curator Antiquities , despite the late hour. With a smile and a shake of his head, he continued down the hall, planning to return at the end of his shift – as usual. Inside, Cameron tucked an errant lock of curly, walnut brown hair back behind her ear and sighed. Though...Read On