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Tag Archives: Erotica
Oct
03
2005
wishing otherwise
wistful jazz wails in the background. the drive bustles with beatniks and bohemians, baddies and babes. stale cigarette smoke wafts towards me. i see the source. you. i only glance at you for the briefest second, but you catch my eye. that smoldering look you got’s really something else, i think, returning to my book. [...]
Posted in Dating, Erotica, Fiction, Gay or Straight?, Journalling, Women's Department Also tagged bi-curious, crushing on women, girl love 9 Comments
Aug
08
2005
momentary distractions
it’s the little transgressions that sometimes bring, for me, the deepest flares of desires. a passing glance, a mistaken brush… hopefully this evokes the mood of exploiting that ever so slightly. _________ hot, hot heat engulfs those on the bus. every window cracked, every jacket removed, but still the swelter wears on. the bus rumbles along the [...]
Aug
07
2005
Damien: Concludes
(To join the party where it starts, read part one here and part two here.) When we left off, Damien was devouring me with oral. If you don’t want that, don’t read the earlier parts (you silly). We pick up well into his muff-diving ventures, where I’m on the verge of reaching my very happy [...]
Aug
06
2005
Damien: Part Deux
(To join the party where it starts, read part one here.) With no one around, we checked the hothouse door. Unlocked. Opening it, he led me in. Some 60-feet long and maybe 12 feet wide, the greenhouse seemed enormous inside. And so aromatic. It turned out the owners sold organic herbs professionally, and we were [...]
Aug
06
2005
Damien: Part One
Meet Damien, a punk-rock boy, and this, our tale of fucking. A testimony to that rare unforgettable one-night stand we all deserve at least one of. (The image isn’t him, just someone who evokes his style, by some uncredited photog, that I found on the web. Damien was taller, broader, more imposing. More my type.) And [...]
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