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Far Future Fembot DarleneChapter 40 Poetry and Religion

Thoughts Actually Cherie and Daphne are more alike than many people will ever realize. They've both lived on the street after running away from owners who couldn't handle them, or recognize the problems their 'bot's were facing at the time. They've both been forcibly recovered - by the same retrieval specialist - and have survived to this day because of it. And they both really like being fembots now - with all that entails. And if you ever get to watch them lovingly, intimately giving...

CONTEST Poetry Jokes Category

Dear Authors, We hope you’re doing well. ISS would like to invite you to participate in a competition in the ‘Poetry/Jokes category.’ The contest: 1)The contest will run from 05 February 2023 to 19 February 2023. 2)The content can have any number of jokes or poetry, but it should be adult/xxx jokes/poetry. 3) It should be a minimum of 1000 words of content. 4) There shouldn’t be any sort of plagiarism. The entire work should be original and not be published anywhere on the internet...

Poetry and Other Poems

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Poetry and Lemon Cakes

Claudette stared balefully out the window of her small bookshop, watching the groups of Nazi soldiers pacing through the streets. Business had taken a turn for the worse since their occupation of her city in France. Wars were always hard times, but even her wealthier patrons had ceased coming to her shop because she was unable to procure the new literature. Instead, she was forced to stock piles and piles of the Fuhrer’s Mein Kampf. Sighing, she fingered through her copy battered of Cyrano de...

Porn Poetry

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3 erotic poems

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Sexual Poetry

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Lonely as a Cloud

When Albert Hiribango was told that there was an American tourist in his town who was looking for a lift to the capital, he initially had mixed feelings. On the one hand, he felt it was his Christian duty to give a helping hand to anyone in need, and he knew there were many out there who would be less ethical than him in extending this hand. On the other hand, he feared that his general loathing for America and all it represented would prevent him being the ideal host. His worries were further...

Bohemia

Bohemia Along the Oude Binnenweg are several bars. Being alone I chose what lookedto be the most intimate. Despite the window being full of people, once I wasinside I found an empty table adjacent to the bar and sat down after orderinga beer. The barman with a large handlebar moustache brought me a beer thatI hid behind and began to feel comfortable. Everyone appeared to know everyoneelse and all were somewhat lubricated. The Dutch when in full flow appear tomimic goldfish. Their guttural...

Jadore and the Poet s Passion

Jadore and the Poet's Passion by Petti Jadore, not James any more, sat pretending to read in the Great Central Library. How strange it is, he thought, the book open and unread in his hands, to wear a new body, and a new gown at the same time. Strange. But not unpleasant. He was slowly getting used to his new self. Where, when he'd been alive (the first time, that is, in the late twentieth century), he'd been fat and clumsy. Now, he was small, and graceful, and very pretty. In...

Fragments Lesbos Fact and Fantasy

FactSappho was a poet born in Eresos on the Greek island of Lesbos in about 600 BC, She wrote many heterosexual love poems, but is most remembered for her graphic depictions of the physical love between women. She gave the world two present-day words: Sapphic from her name (meaning sexual relationships between women, who can be homosexual or bi-sexual) and of course the ‘lesbian’ (simply meaning a female homosexual). Unfortunately only fragments of her poetry remain; it is not even known...

Freedom of AssociationChapter 12

He earnestly tried to have fun, but what exactly is fun without a woman? Chasing them is fun, but there’s always something about a woman that one can never have, something she protects so fiercely, something she won’t trade, and these things aren’t necessarily secrets that need to be hidden from public view, but instead things so blissful as to transform him from the rotten man he was to a better—oh, what should he call it?—a better human being? He could no longer stand being away from...

A Bettered LifeChapter 7

Claire's place was a small single-level brick house in the suburbs, on a street not too different from Bob's neighborhood. There was a small covered porch, and a tiny strip of garden right underneath one of the windows where Claire was growing a variety of kitchen herbs. The front lawn was as modest as the rest of the place; Will guessed that it probably only took a half dozen passes with a push mower to traverse the front yard. The other houses on the quiet cul-de-sac looked like they had...

Freedom of AssociationChapter 3

For his first poem Claude Carolina rhymed about injustice and revolution. The hot white spotlight blazed over him like an indefatigable fire. From his position on the stage he couldn’t see his audience, only their sloping shadows like peaks and valleys against the backdrop of a pitch-black sky. He heard their movement, their restlessness, like soldiers in camouflage maneuvering in the darkness. He commanded them. He knew when they would laugh, when they would clap, and when they would sigh....

Freedom of AssociationChapter 7

Amanda sat at her desk and thought out her next poem. She had written dozens of them in the dim light of her living room, a hot cup of hazelnut coffee her only companion along with a terrible chill of loneliness that had at one time been so enjoyable but was now close to deadly. ‘It’s part of the territory,’ she thought as she struggled to pen a good first line. Lately she had been on auto-pilot. Sure she wrote almost every night, but she couldn’t explain the extreme hollowness of her soul,...

The Poet and his Muse

Jason Petrov stood at the stove and stirred his oatmeal. He repeated the line of poetry he had been working on since dawn, trying to get it right, when the telephone's shrill ringing shattered his concentration. Fuck! He slammed his spoon down on the counter. Why can't I be left alone? Before picking up the phone, he noticed the empty bird feeder outside his kitchen window, then took a deep sigh to suppress his anger before picking up the receiver. He spoke calmly, then stiffened at the voice...

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The Poet and his Muse

Jason Petrov stood at the stove and stirred his oatmeal. He repeated the line of poetry he had been working on since dawn, trying to get it right, but the telephone's shrill ringing shattered his concentration. Fuck! He slammed his spoon down on the counter. Why can't I be left alone? Before picking up the phone, he noticed the empty bird feeder outside his kitchen window, then took a deep breath to suppress his anger before picking up the receiver. He spoke calmly, then stiffened at the...

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Freedom of AssociationChapter 2

Preston Whitcomb, in his Newark studio apartment, rolled out of bed from a night of restless sleep and poured himself a beer. Old newspapers were scattered about. Unwashed plates on which he ate his microwavable meals were fixed to the coffee table. A pile of laundry surrounded his bed. A wilted plant lay half-dead on the window sill. He had a view of an alleyway a couple of floors below, and when he looked straight out of his window he stared at a brick wall. The only thing that Preston kept...

Switches

I met him in poetry club. I know it doesn’t seem like the kind of place you’d meet a person like that. Or a person like me, either. I was there because it was an excuse to get out of class. He was there because he’d had his heart broken at the ripe old age of seventeen, only I didn’t know that yet. Poetry club was divided into two halves- the first half was a project where you wrote poem, sometimes alone and sometimes with a partner or in groups. The second half was where...

Freedom of AssociationChapter 4

For those who are lucky enough, success in poetry, or in any art for that matter, may come early in one’s career. To stay a successful poet over a lifetime though—that’s the trick. Amanda felt as though she had made a deal with the devil in some unconscious dream, and due to either her negotiating skills with the Lord of the Underworld or just dumb luck, she landed a tenure- track professorship at Seton Hall a week after her twenty-seventh birthday, a year and three months after her divorce...

Freedom of AssociationChapter 9

The Minister Louis Farrakhan, bedecked in a black two-piece suit, azure bow-tie, and rectangular glasses took the podium in front of a crowd of one hundred followers at the National Press Club. Claude Carolina, watching this event on cable television, could scarcely believe that the honorable minister, plagued by a mysterious illness, looked as though nothing at all touched him during his prolonged absence from the national stage. The minister’s walnut skin and jet black hair hadn’t changed,...

The English Teacher Part Three

The English Teacher - Part Three By Katherine Day (Copyright 2008, by Katherine Day) Chapter Five My affair with Paul had to end. Yes, it was an "affair," and it was so wrong. As a teacher, I had no right to seduce a student, even though it was Paul who had come on to me. Yet, I had dressed for class in a way that I knew would excite the young man. I had grown to accept the fact that my beauty as a woman was quite remarkable, and it was such a contrast to the shame and...

Freedom of AssociationChapter 11

He didn’t remember checking into the Hartford hotel room the night he left her parent’s home in the suburbs. He woke up with a half-bottle of scotch by his bed feeling not only depressed but physically sick from what he drank the night before. It was way past check out time, and every ten minutes or so the Mexican maids knocked on the door hoping to clean the room, and every time they knocked he yelled for them to “get the fuck out of here, I’m sleeping,” but they knocked every ten minutes,...

Julie Frances Ch 00 01

Prologue It was a cold and snowy night, Julie Frances sat staring out the window and pondering her future or current lack of. She was stuck in a dead end job and her personal life was a mess. It was on that night, she made the decision that something had to change. First off she had to start living her life for herself. She had to stop worrying about the way everyone else felt . Secondly she needed to start taking risks . If she wanted something she had to go for it. She had always wanted...

The night that was final chapter

For those of you who will give me one star because of the end, please keep in mind this is life, and life doesn’t always work out the way you think it should or the way we want. With that in mind, I hope you enjoy the fourth, and last chapter. The night that was Chapter 4 I picked it up on the second ring. “This is Dan Taylor, can I help you?” “Hi Dan,” came the concerned voice from the other end, “how are you?” “Hi Bev. I’m okay I guess. At least I think I am....

Alexandra s Gift

“It’s good to see you again, Paul,” Lady Alexandra said, her gentle voice contradicted by the black leather bustier she spilled out of and the matching high, laced stiletto boots accentuating her long legs. She held a black riding crop she held in her hand and black cap perched on her blonde head. Her bound, gagged masked and leather-clad husband moaned something in sympathy. I understood. Sadists are not unnecessarily cruel, and most pain has nothing to do with pleasure. “I had to get away...

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Tollie s Garden Pt 1

I was seventeen, almost eighteen, when Tollie moved into our small apartment above the carriage house. I didn’t pay much attention at first when my mom rented it to him. After moving into the huge house we inherited from her grandfather, my great-grandfather, I was too busy trying to fit in at my new school. Being the new girl wasn’t easy. It felt weird, two people living in a mansion with white pillars at the entrance, wisteria growing up to the third floor and a big Dutch door, you know, the...

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The Dangers of Falling in Love with Bad Men

Briana Dawson is seventeen years old when she first falls in love. Her English teacher, Mr. Ramone, is in the hospital, though none of her teachers will tell them why. There are rumors, though—there are always rumors—that he fell down the stairs and snapped his spine. Which triggered a stroke. And a heart attack. And testicular cancer. Briana doesn't put much weight in the rumors. Doesn't really care enough to. All that matters it that Mr. Ramone is gone and a sub will be taking over their...

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The Poet

The Poet By Melissa Tawn The poet John Edward Remington burst onto the literary scene like a meteor. His first book of poetry was published at the age of 21. Three years and four books later, he was a superstar of the sort never seen before in America. Halls, then auditoria, then stadiums filled to capacity by people who came to hear him read. Over 45,000 turned out to hear him in Yankee Stadium, then over 80,000 people came to the Astrodome, then over...

The Pink Dress

The Pink Dress All Michael wanted to do was to wear the prettiest dress he ever saw; he knew he'd look so lovely, but he faced challenges from strange places By Katherine Day (Copyright 2007) During the Depression of the 1930s, even a 10-cent child's haircut was a luxury that Michael's parents could hardly afford, and Michael's light brown hair was long, giving him an a most girlish appearance. Even as a little boy, he...

Purple Pills 2 David Becomes Sonya

"Purple Pills 2 - David Becomes Sonya" David looked at the pills laid out on his table. There were ten of the oval-shaped pills in all, each one holding the chemical compounds to restructure his DNA and turn him into ten different girls. Just last night his friend Mark had surprised the group and turned half of them into girls, and David had turned into a skinny teenage girl with a great body. He'd acted pissed off in front of everyone, but secretly he had wanted to explore his...

Poetic Stimulation

This story is dedicated to the curvy, voluptuous women who will always be loved, while I was inspired by a woman in particular, I was also inspired by a song from Isaac Hayes, “The Look of Love”, respectively ©1973. However, I dedicate this to the curvaceous, the confident, and the lovely voluptuous women in the world. Cindy was a caring, warm-hearted woman who just got out of a bad relationship with a man of four years. She cooked, cleaned, and worked two jobs just to keep him happy. A...

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I took off her petticoat and panties

Hello again iss readers this is feroz again with 2nd story, my 1st story got very good response so I decided to post my 2nd story,My age is 32 and I am doing business in Dhaka, this is story abt nazia age 28 my very good friend, before marriage me and nazia were very good friends and we always use to share poetry, nazia use to like poetry very much, after marriage I become very busy and never had the time for friends, after 4 years of my marriage I was alone went for shopping in a market to buy...

Far Future Fembot DarleneChapter 17 The Perfect Woman

Thoughts No one really knows when they're unusual. Out of the norm. You eventually learn it from the outside when you communicate on what's important to you, and seemingly no one else has ever had a similar experience. Or even worse, can't even comprehend what you're talking about. Being unusual is not often an advantage. At best you can be ridiculed. At worst, ostracized. When you find out how you're different, you often soon afterwards also learn how to keep it to yourself. Anna...

Boston Solutions IncorporatedChapter 17

“I am very unhappy.” “About?” Magus asked looking at the giant man sitting slumped down in the office chair. “Everything,” Nestor said. He sighed dejectedly. Magus said, “When was the last time you were happy?” “When I was in college,” Nestor said. Just thinking about his college days brought a smile to his face and he sat up straighter. “Did you go to a lot of parties?” Magus asked. “No. I don’t like parties. I liked going to classes,” Nestor said. Magus asked, “What was your...

Freedom of AssociationChapter 6

Claude never thought he’d sell out so easily. Certainly he had his principles to consider, but when money turned the bend like the headlight of a locomotive in the middle of a thunderstorm, it didn’t take much for him to hop on board and enjoy the ride. He knew he needed money, and sometimes money takes first priority. White folks usually had it built into them so that they profited with grace. And suddenly Claude took the same route. He didn’t know what his teammates would say to all of...

The DefencemanChapter 9

I woke up Wednesday morning with a body burrowed up against me and it took a minute to figure out what was up — besides me. Vicky was spooned up next to me with my arm draped over her while hers was over top of mine holding it close to her. Big Mike was trapped between her butt cheeks and was definitely appreciating his surroundings. I glanced at the clock and saw it was only five thirty so there was no rush to get up, except I really had to go to the washroom. I tried to pull my arm gently...

The Heart

Emily was devastated when she received the call that Jonathan, the man she was going to marry in two weeks, had just been killed in a motorcycle accident. Holding the phone to her ear, she stood still, stunned, unable to speak or comprehend the words she heard. The call came from Jonathan’s mother, who had just been called by the police. “Oh no!” Emily gasped and clutched her hair. Sobs broke loose and tears rolled down her cheeks to her lips. “The police just called. It just happened. They...

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Hannah s Secret pt 1

Meeting Hannah that afternoon was one of those bizarre events that convinced me how important it is to say “yes” to life, to be open to what presents itself and to not have expectations. I hadn’t been to New York City in over twenty years, and in fact, rarely leave my off the grid cabin in Maine for any cities. I shop at a local food co-op in our small town, pick up mail at the post office, sometimes get a bowl of soup or a cup of coffee and exchange greetings with friends and neighbors then...

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Meeting Hannah

Meeting Hannah SisyphusI hadn’t been to New York City in over twenty years, and in fact, rarely leave my off the grid cabin in Maine for any cities. I shop at a local food co-op in our small town, pick up mail at the post office, sometimes get a bowl of soup or a cup of coffee and exchange greetings with friends and neighbors then head home, happy to drive down the long dirt road through the woods and walk the path up to my quiet life.I had just completed a book of poetry and my brother told me...

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Jules and Jim and Juliet

She sat in the first row of tables in the smoky basement room in the Village on both evenings I was reciting my poetry. I was a painter really—a portraitist mostly of real life, its sensuality. It didn’t matter if the subject was male or female, as long as it was alluring to me—and both could be alluring to me. I was compared—or at least I compared myself when asked—to Whistler or Renoir in my use of rich colors and lush settings to set off the sensuality of the human body. But I wasn’t...

MagicChapter 53

Friday night football at the school was one of the few social occasions that brought the entire student population together. They weren’t there to cheer the team on to a win since that happened so infrequently that everyone had given up hope. It was basically that it was the only thing to do in the entire area. Sean and Suzie climbed the bleachers to watch the game. Sean spotted Coach Reynolds seated in the stands and said, “Ms. Woodhill’s boyfriend is here.” “He must be here to watch her...

Freedom of AssociationChapter 5

He didn’t think a white man getting laid in an all-black neighborhood would be so tough. The walls were thin, and he heard murmuring next door. It may have been the college girl with some other guy, he wasn’t sure. He was sure as hell drunk, though, after chasing Claude Carolina through the East Village streets, and when he turned on the lights upon entering his Newark apartment in the middle of the night, the brief thrill of pleading his case to a young, talented poet withered in the stuffy...

The Night That WasChapter 4

The night that was I picked it up on the second ring. "This is Dan Taylor, can I help you?" "Hi Dan," came the concerned voice from the other end, "how are you?" "Hi Bev. I'm okay I guess. At least I think I am. One thing I've learned though, when ever I hear that anxious tone in your voice, I'm never as good as I think I am. What's the matter, Bev?" There was a short silence from the other end. "Dan, you're getting to know me way too well," she said with a small...

My ConditionChapter 4

I slept late the next afternoon. I would have slept later, but Lisa woke me with hot coffee about 1:30. She was sitting across the room. She looked serious. Serious and sad. "You going to pull me from the contest?" I asked sullenly. She gave me a look I couldn't read. "I've thought about it. What do you think? Do you want to quit?" I rolled over and sat up in bed. "I've thought about it, too." I reached out and took a sip of the coffee she had brought. "If it means anything, I...

No Contest Book 2 Hard Fought 1991 93Chapter 13

Pynchon proved a bear to speed read. ““Glean what you can,” Joe advised. “We’re just a third of the way through.” “I figured,” said Liang. “You missed a week.” “Yeah. I’ll probably have to just have one week for Vineland.” “Or you could start the class a half hour earlier. And have the other class last a half hour longer.” “First, we’re talking about college students.” “With you, I bet they don’t mind.” “I’ll ask. And the afternoon class actually tends to go on longer.” “I’m not...

No Contest Book 3 Tallying the Score 2001 2003Chapter 18

Another great show in Barcelona, for a nearly full auditorium, albeit with far less seats to fill. Backstage after, Alejandra greeted him with a kiss. “That was quite amazing.” “Thanks.” She immediately handed him off to Essie, who’d watched backstage. And went to Al, who seemed to be annoying Eddie, not understanding the rock star’s need for quiet. “Come on,” she muttered. “You can be with him at home.” “Alright Alejandra,” he smiled without affecting his cruel eyes. Joe was...

It rsquo s a hard rain

When the evening is spread out against the skyLike a patient etherized upon a table…Dusk was dawning on glass panes of his window, smoke rubbing its muzzle, peeping from outside , streets following like tedious argument, …every evening, it reminded him of Prufrock’s love poem, more than 12 years has gone, him occupying this cabin, but today was to be last day ,last evening,Clock on wall reminded him, 10 minutes more, 10 minutes to move out, move out for ever.When day started, it was like any...

The Syntax of Seduction

Copyright© 2003 by Carlos Malenkov Can anyone be more lonely than a shy linguist? Josiah Finn loved language more than life. To him the spoken and written word was a feast of complex intellectual delights. Studying linguistics gave his existence direction and purpose. It shielded him from the messiness of relationships with his fellow humans. It filled his hours and his days and provided him with everything he needed. Almost everything. He was lonely. He craved human touch. He needed the...

Suzy In BondageChapter 2

Sue Ryan, nineteen years old, was engaged to be married. Not with her parents' complete approval, for the match was slightly suspect. Ben Jackson, her fianc, was considerably older than Sue - thirty-three. While some people considered him an interesting and entertaining man, others considered him a drunk and a weakling. Both sides had grounds for their opinions. Ben was a professor of literature at the college Sue attended. To her, he was fabulously romantic. His romanticism included those...

Sherry How I learned to love my cunt

My name is Sherry. I am a pretty girl and shy. I have a confession. I was also embarrassed by my cunt. I knew from my parents that it was somehow a “dirty” thing to have and very private. They even called it “my privates.” My girlfriends wouldn’t even say the word out loud…only mentioning it in whispers. So I was very shy about it all what with walking around knowing that I had a cunt! At least it was hidden under my dress and panties. It may seem strange but as soon as I started to grow...

Caroline Ch 11 02

(Hi, If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you’ll know what to expect. It isn’t strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won’t make sense if you don’t so I hope you will! Perhaps This is a touch ‘Mills and Boonish’ but you know me by now! (No pontificating this time!). Contains oral, straight, anal. Caroline’s Tale Lena and Guy again, the party and marriage. After we’d finished eating Jo collared me in a corner. ‘Lena,’ she said pensively,...

Me and Mr Blue

Introduction: I had a crush on my teacher when I was 17 **short fantasy** When I was in high school I always had the biggest crush on the 12th grade literature teacher. You know how young women can be when they focus on an attractive older man. Mr. Blue was the youngest on the payroll at 24 years old. He had turquoise eyes and careless dark hair. He didnt really spend time with the other teachers, electing to read Byron and Shelly under a large magnolia tree by himself instead. It was here...

Tollie s Garden Pt 2

I slept in that next morning and didn’t wake up until eleven. It was Saturday and I loved not having to get up and rush out to school. The fact is, I loved to sleep—still do, but not like I did when I was a teen. Anyway, when I got up, I looked out the window but didn’t see Tollie. I took a long shower, played with myself, had a huge orgasm then got dressed, throwing on an old pair of cutoff jeans and a baggy T-shirt and even before I got to the kitchen, I heard Tollie and my mom laughing....

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Hannah s Secret pt 2

PART TWO: Two years later I hadn't seen or heard from Hannah since the last time I was in New York to do a poetry reading at the public library. That was two years ago and now I was back to do a reading at Barnes and Noble from my recently published book, Morning Songs. Hannah had been careful not to tell me where she lived or give me any information about her, so I had no way to let her know. I try not to have expectations and have learned that when I don’t have expectations, I am never...

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Captain Montague s Mission II

Captain Montague's Mission (continued): By Vivienne Marcus (This is the second "slice" of the story: readers who have not read the first part are advised to do so before proceeding.) Five: There was a long silence. After she was sure the Germans had left, Sylvia jumped to her feet in exasperation. "How did they know? How did they know that there was an agent here?" She walked over to the edge of the arboretum. Through the glass she could see down the long driveway to...

Slow Plane To Auckland

Portions of this story may be used in short critical reviews. Reproduction, in whole or in part, for commercial purposes is strictly prohibited. *** WARNING: This story contains coarse language, descriptions of activities that may be forbidden by law(s), and adult situations. It is intended for a mature audience only. All references to actual people, places or things were employed intentionally and for satirical or artistic purposes. *** This story contains the abbreviated...

Meeting Hannah Again

Meeting Hannah Again SisyphusI hadn't seen or heard from Hannah since the last time I was in New York to do a poetry reading at the public library. That was two years ago and now I was back to do a reading at Barnes and Noble from my recently published book, Morning Songs. Hannah had been careful not to tell me where she lived or give me any information about her, so I had no way to let her know. Still I fantasized that we would meet again. I hoped she would have seen the posters advertising...

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The Ghostwriter Part 2

The heat escalating between my thighs woke me. "Percy?"Yes, my love. "Mmmm. Please don't stop what you're doing to me." I spread my legs wider while knowing he had access regardless.I'm starving, Carolyn! Feed me your sexual energy!I lay in bed growing hotter by the minute, kicking the sheets off my perspiring body. He was arousing all my most sensitive parts at once, driving me towards that glorious edge I had come to know only a short time ago. My climax was fast approaching and my ache was...

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Cottage Life

Saturday, August 26 What fun! How groovy! It's been three days now and I've not worn a stitch of clothing. I'm like a real nudist, though of course I'm not one. I'm just liberated. I look at my reflection in that battered old mirror in the corner of the kitchen. I look real groovy. Natural. My hair's got real long and I really dig the look of my pubes. So much hair! If the girls back at Roedean could see me now! No more Dizzy Dot! It's Free Liberated Dot! Still, it gets a bit boring in...

The VaseChapter 4

Having learned sex felt best accompanied by the mind and heart, a challenging conquest promised greater rewards. As superficial as my fellow students, I failed to see the gorgeous girl hidden in shyness and self doubt. Tall and pale, with long unfettered black hair, she stood in front of English class and recited her poem. Most of the class recited old ballads or odes or a Coleridge dreamscape from memory. A couple students and I recited our own poems. Mine rhymed about a daydreaming boy in...

The Quest For The King s MagicChapter 7

Blaster collected some horses for us in the morning and we rode off, before most of the shops had opened. Business was bad, fewer customers, less money. Fewer citizens, fewer monthly taxes being paid, fewer constables, more crime... it was a vicious cycle. The 'taint' effected just about everything. The merchants had my sympathy, but I lost a wife... top that. With barely a break for lunch, we took every King's Gate we could. Magically eating the leagues that would have taken days of...

Living Next Door to Heaven 1111 The Last Dance

Prom was a logistical nightmare. Carl had done the daring and almost unthinkable and bought three tickets. He made no bones about the fact that he was taking both Brenda and Louise to the prom. It used to be that only male-female couples were allowed to go to the prom. The tickets were for two people. Then a few years ago there was an uproar about allowing people to go stag to the big event. Of course, it was almost all girls who went stag. Why would a guy rent a tux and go to a dance if he...

A Teacher s Release

Special thanks to (Not in a particular order): Spread1, Shotgun82, Clitpleaser12, rdwyier, Feazko, kakatz, JetiJah, workingman, stillagood1, guilz87, thickhead, TT, Ghostrider939, BadInAGoodWay, Ed W, and doug1953, creative thinker, charlie33851, Matillie97, EL TORO, Shadowreaper267, Bldg436, deeppenetrator, perverted1, Dr. Goodsex, WetLust, Darethmortuus, Elaken-Palmer, leed's 13th Child (Go Rhino's!!), Sprout69 and corbie. All the feedback from these people has hopefully made me a...

Plain Jane Nerd Jim Grow Up

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A Teachers Release

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The Waking Dream

London, Spring 1816 He clearly remembered when he first became aware of a hint of unease; a sense of otherworldly darkness. Before then in his life, of course, he had moments of disquiet in terms of worry and fretting, but they were normal daylight concerns. He remembered as if from a great distance his medical training in the cool grey light of Edinburgh, his careful studies on sleepwalking and the huge effort in gaining his qualifications. These now seemed almost childlike matters as if that...

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The Bargain with Lucifer Pt 2

Paul pounded Alisha as hard as he could, her screaming, “Fuck me! Fuck me!” urging him to thrust even harder, knowing he wouldn’t last long, feeling her tightness gripping his piston-like thrusts as he drove into her faster, deeper, each thrust harder than the last, knowing he was on the verge of exploding when he felt her body tensing, trembling, then convulsing, her voice screaming, her wetness pouring out of her, forcing him to thrust even harder before he too, erupted in a huge overwhelming...

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The Bargain with Lucifer Pt 1

Many afternoons, Paul Cantor stood at his office window in the English Department and looked down at the campus below, watching the students walking to their classes, some riding bicycles, others romantically holding hands, some sitting on the benches, or along the wall of the large round fountain spouting and splashing rainbows of water high into the air. This day, however, a weary sigh came from deep within him before he went back to his desk where a large pile of term papers his students...

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This story only available on Lush Stories. Dedicated to a humble man and a lovely friend.It isn’t every day one wins the chance to meet one’s favourite writer, and the women of certain lusty circles had been ready to scratch each other's eyes out over the charity competition. For a mere 3,000 (or $4653.90) donation, anybody with the cash and will to write a poem could enter and be in with a chance to meet Frank Leigh. Nobody remembers if there was a second prize. Or a third. Who cared, when...

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The Deception of Choice Episode Sixteen

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Max staggered into class, paused, staggered to the side, paused, and then leaned against the wall. He slid down to the floor allowing the friction of the wall to slow his descent. For a full minute he just stared into space. He then slid down to lie on his side. All was quiet for a few seconds and then Max let loose with a low moan. After a long drawn out groan, he said, “Death by football practice.” Jerry walked into class walking like Frankenstein’s monster. He reached his chair and looked...

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The Forest Nymph Part 1 A Second Chance At Life 1

Felix remembered waking up to the sound of his front door being smashed in as the soldiers broke into the city. His father and brother were killed without mercy and he was stabbed in the side, a near fatal blow. He remembered falling to the floor, unable to stand or move as blood poured from his wound. Like savages, the soldiers took turns violating his sisters and mother in front of him, before killing them all and leaving him for dead. With the fires of the burning buildings illuminating...

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In which we begin our modern tale of erotic romance… "Tommy." 'Mmm, that's right Jade.' "Toooooommyyyyy." 'Don't stop, I'm almost there Jade.' "Damn it Tommy, wake up!" *Whack* Tommy felt a smack across his face, instantly forcing him from his lustful slumber. 'Damnit! I was about to cum too!’ Tommy thought to himself as he felt his, now, red hot cheek. Tommy, rubbing his eyes of sleep, focused at the hundred and twenty pound, God sculpted object of his...

The Farmer s Daughter Ch 3

When I came in for dinner that night, Sherry wasn’t there. Mary had a farm-raised roast chicken which was served with baked potatoes and a salad made from the first of the spring’s lettuce and spinach. Except for coffee, practically all of the food we ate came from the farm. Mary baked bread every day and always sliced it and placed it in a basket with a napkin. I loved her crusty bread, especially with the fresh sweet butter.I wondered where Sherry was, but not wanting her parents to know I...

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Tommy and Jade

In which we begin our modern tale of erotic romance… "Tommy." 'Mmm, that's right Jade.' "Toooooommyyyyy." 'Don't stop, I'm almost there Jade.' "Damn it Tommy, wake up!" *Whack* Tommy felt a smack across his face, instantly forcing him from his lustful slumber. 'Damnit! I was about to cum too!’ Tommy thought to himself as he felt his, now, red hot cheek. Tommy, rubbing his eyes of sleep, focused at the hundred and twenty pound, God sculpted object of his...

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Run Ch 03

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‘We’re going to Florida!’ I was thinking as Danny picked me up and spun me around, ‘September is a perfect time to go there as it won’t be too hot. It will be wonderfully and gloriously warm and sunny to enjoy the sand and the surf. Danny told the client on the phone, his ex-partner Duke Marion, and of course Danny wouldn’t accept a fee, that he was bringing me, his fiancé, to meet him. I adore thinking that, ‘fiancé, fiancé, fiancé and fiancé!’ ‘Can we make it a vacation sweetheart?’ I...

Divine Ch 02

Authors note: Here is chapter two. I thank everyone for the comments. I hope that you enjoy this one as well. As I’ve said before comments and questions are welcome. ***all poetry used in this and future chapters are copy written*** enjoy * Calise sat in front of her computer. She was supposed to be studying for her exams at school but couldn’t focus. A certain club owner kept occupying her thoughts lately. The night she had with Deondre at the club was wonderful. She hadn’t let loose like...

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I was sitting on the couch waiting for my daughter, Rachel, to finish getting ready. We were going to a gay and lesbian festival in the park � a fundraiser and luncheon – at the request of Rachel’s new girlfriend Kate. So, as a show of support for my daughter, I said I’d come along. Almost two years prior to this, when Rachel was a freshman in college, she came home one day from school and, over dinner, broke the news that she was a lesbian. Or so she said. The only reason I...

A Master s Ring Book 01

BOOK I: Brothers and Siblings =====Chapter 1===== It was the most stressful part of the academic year, the final exam period approached and semester projects were due. The timing made it easier to accept everything with equanimity. — The University required students to have a faculty advisor after choosing a major. Having enjoyed his class, I asked Professor Jeremy Ryan to be my mentor. He was one of the few creative writing professors that did not act like being a writer licensed one for...

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Author’s Note: To save you time, I’ll say right away that this is a short(ish) story for straight males with a thing for alt girls, narrated in first person perspective. There’s a long preamble, so if you just want to get to the sex right away, skip this part and go to Part 2. Enjoy. P.S. Bonus points if you can figure out which Suicide Girl I had in my head while writing this. XD # ‘This won’t do,’ Milton said to me. ‘This won’t do at all.’ ‘What are you talking about?’ I asked, taking the...

A Commitment is a Commitment

It was my mothers 38th birthday in two weeks and I had been searching for a book she used to have from school, she had often told me about it. And one day she went into the loft to get it to show me. I had been showing an interest in poetry, which had surprised her greatly, me being Mr Macho and all that. She called to me and I climbed the ladder. We hadn’t been up there for years and had forgotten how much junk she and my dad had collected, but she couldn’t find the book anywhere. We even...

Midnight Snack

MIDNIGHT SNACK Sisyphus My oldest friend, Frank and his wife, Marci invited me to spend the weekend with them at a house they rented for the summer on the Jersey shore. I’ve known Frank for over twenty-five years. He was teaching at the University of Pennsylvania while I taught English at a community college outside of Philadelphia. I was recently divorced and they thought it would be good for me to get away from the city. They were renting the house with another couple. At first, I didn’t...

Gift Of The Geisha

Seven o’clock, the black numbers showed clearly against the silver LED background. Tanner noted the time with a sense of detachment, not concerned or hurried, but with an awareness that his guest would soon arrive. A geisha, Tanner thought while gazing out through the expanse of windows in his penthouse apartment.Tanner rolled the word through his mind again, sampling its meaning as if he could taste its implications. Would she offer sex? Probably, but there was no guarantee. From what little...

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He s Hiding On The Balcony Part 4

When we last left our story Carol was getting ready to go out with her new best friend and lover Tina. The pretty young blonde Aussie surfer was taking Paul’s wife to the most expensive nightclub in Kuta. With Tina’s help Carol had transformed her self into a new woman. Under Tina’s guidance the staid mother of one had adopted a new, younger, sexier and edgier look. Before abandoning her husband Paul to watch the evening’s excitement via computer video link, the newly flowering horny wife...

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Writing fiction doesn't pay much, and you give up a lot when you try to be a writer. Money, the things other people have, even family—you can pretty much kiss all that goodbye. But there are compensations. Your life's maybe not as wide as most people's, but it's deeper, and sometimes it's more interesting. You're always trying to explain and describe things to yourself, and so you see things other people miss and feel things most people are too busy to bother with. I know, because when this...

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Deshawn and Desiree Delicious

Starbucks "The date, baby girl, tell me about the damn date. What did you wear? Where did he take you? Did you make acquaintance with that third leg? Serve the tea!" That morning, Keisha draped her body in a black and white plaid coat that hugged her breast-mounds and booty-bumps at just the right places of hallelujah and good god. The curve of her cocoa calves peaked underneath the hem of the coat and ended with the most spectacular pair of midnight black suede booties. "Patience." Desiree's...

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My Sexy Damn Angel Teacher Needed Sex

Hello! This is Mahindra from Andhra Pradesh. I am fair in complexion with height 5.9″ and my gun 6″ long.& 2.5″ dia. I do not want to delay.Now coming to the story. This all happened during my bachelors. At that time I am the class representative. Coming to my sexy damn angel, her name was lalitha. She is our science professor. Her stats were 36-34-38, her age was around 36.She was married and having two k**s. She always wear sarees. I can see her bra strips clearly from the back when she...

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I was sitting on the couch waiting for my daughter, Rachel, to finish getting ready. We were going to a gay and lesbian festival in the park – a fundraiser and luncheon - at the request of Rachel's new girlfriend Kate. So, as a show of support for my daughter, I said I'd come along. Almost two years prior to this, when Rachel was a freshman in college, she came home one day from school and, over dinner, broke the news that she was a lesbian. Or so she said. The only reason I had my lingering...

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