Stories tagged sex

this time it really may, quite possibly, be the end of all of this ambivilence

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her heart just nodded knowingly ....yes, dear

A or B

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... we lose ourselves in the animal noises...

fire and ice

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“Who says?” she purred in reply “They all do” he countered smiling , chewing on an ice cube “All of them, huh?” She leaned forward, raising a wicked left eyebrow and whispered, “And just who are they, anyway?”

Rough Cut

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He bites and imagines, numbed by want.

Benefit

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I'm an artist, baby. We make our own rules.

Piece of Mind

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Samuel wondered if Megan could hear the brains humming, but like so many of the questions Samuel had for Megan, it was difficult to find the right moment to ask.

Wild Dreams of Reality, 14

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We both looked toward the house. We could just make out a light that was barely visible coming from the side where their bedroom window was. Slowly an evil grin appeared on Darrell's face. He looked at the knife in his hand. "This will do it!" he sa

lighthouse

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the urgent, naked glow of opportunity or the dim fluorescent nuisance of an object out of reach

What Remains

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I knew what to expect. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was in Greg’s genes. That was easy. It was animal. Instinct lights the path, and our bodies follow the light. The real mystery is the who am I question. It drove Hamlet to murder, and l

Soul-Mates and Star-Crossed Lovers

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She can’t let it go. She loved him so much. She wondered if he was still alive, even after he rejected her completely and threw her love away. Still I got a message asking if I had heard from him, if I knew anything, or whether he was still even ali

Twelve

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I have done this beforethis looking for my lost selfbut always with the goalof getting his interest backwhere it belonged,arranging myself seductivelyon the bed or in the kitchen:the two battlegrounds for winning a man.Or so I was told.Now I want to know only myselfnot the…

Thirteen

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You are scaredby my wide eyedwild hairedlimping crying self.I don't care.

Fourteen

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To touch himis to be a traitor to myself,to comfort or soothe himis treason punishable by death,to allow him an iota of humanityis to add another reasonto the ever lengthening listof why I should not go.Instead of just leaving.

flash

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you're landscape under her flight path brother

A Sunday Afternoon in Paris

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He would lean on his window sill in the evening and watch the whores. They wore gaudy clothes and too much makeup.