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The Demon Eloc – Part 1

Like a lot of teens, I went through a “Goth” stage; dyed my blond hair jet black, including my eyebrows. I used black nail polish and dressed in all black as well. To my parent’s consternation, I pierced my nose, eyebrows and tongue and got a couple of tattoos. I also dated both men and women of all ages and ethnicities and they would preach to me about it constantly. It wasn’t so much

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Pagliacci Tears

Spinning yarn of lore fables Of a rustic fool on a string Attired in my clown regalia Crying with Pagliacci tears Of your infidelity By charming a costume patch And you with foible of panache Like the Devil’s mustache Sipping wine from a carafe With a soul of Armageddon Giving my heart contusions As my words fade into obscurity Sinking in my drunken euphoria By letting myself

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Why Would You Love?

If you must love me, let it have no motive Except for love’s sake only. Never say ‘I love her for her smile-her look-her way Of loving, and her pleasure – or for a trick of thought That falls in well with yours, and with it brought A sense that all will be right one sweet day’- For these things are fleeting and, Beloved, may Change or be changed-and love, so taught, May be untaught in

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No Other Place

  When I think of her, my heart burns When I think of her, my cock stirs When my heart burns and my cock stirs  I have no other thoughts to yearn When she dreams, her mind does glow When she thinks, her core does flow  When her mind does glow and her core does flow  There are no other thoughts to know When we caress, our hearts are heard  When we kiss, our passion stirred When our hearts

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AJ’s Naughty Slumber Party

Amber Jade is my sixteen-year-old step-daughter. I call her AJ for short. The school year had just begun, and AJ asked if she could have a sleep-over with Zoe, Katrina, Kat for short and a few others. I pressed her for more information as to how many and more specifically who. “Gee mom why the twenty questions? I’m not inviting the whole school for god’s sake.” “AJ, I want to make sure who

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How do I love you?

For Justine How do I love you? How shall I count the ways?  Is there depth, or breadth or height,  or aught that to measurement yeilds?  How should I begin to measure it?    Shall I love you by quota, to the mark of the day, or by the standard or some man-made measurement?  Would that be right, or do?    I love you purely, or as pure as passion allows a woman like me to love.

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My wife and our new neighbor part nine

The next day was Thursday and it was Kevin’s turn to sleep with her. I got home from work and she met me at my car. We kissed and she explained that Jason wanted her to give all of her attention to Kevin again; like the other night. I told her that I was fine with that and that I found it very hot watching her and Kevin together. We went inside and Kevin was already there; she poured me

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The Christmas Draw

It all started as a silly joke, along with my girlfriend Jennifer I had been invited to a Hen weekend for a friend from work. Someone in the group decided to organise surprise gifts, everyone was to buy something suitably smutty and sexual to be presented to the bride to be during the evening. My Girlfriend Jen informed me of a new sex store that had just opened in the next town, and we

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seamonsters

Translated, the hotel’s name was ‘Sea View’. Or ‘View of the Sea,’ Steve said. ‘Technically.’ He’d picked it for their honeymoon, knowing Jenny would love its balconied rooms, its secluded breakfast patio and its swimming pool at the rear. And she’d adore how beyond, down a calcified path, lay a private beach and the sea. He was right. Jenny loved all that, though she loved the view most.

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A Paean to Concupiscence or The Joy of Fucking

Lying naked in the warm lambency of the night, She seductively stretched out her voluptuous body, Her hands supporting her head, its rich golden tresses Falling across the gentle swell of her opulent breasts, Thighs parted to reveal her most intimate secrets To his excited sight as he entered her boudoir.   Flickering shadows softly highlighted every curve Of her palely glowing flesh

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