For Justine The world’s sharpness, like a cutting knife, Is smooth and deadly, and it seems no harm Is done to Love, now soft and warm, Until, in the way of things, there is strife. Then after the the cutting – Love to life  – I lean upon you, Dear, in my alarm, And feel safe as if guarded by a charm Against the stab of fate, and of life And after the storm passes, here is still The

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The bell rang, signaling the end of another school day. My students hurried out leaving me alone in my class room, same as I have done for the last fifteen years. I have taught history in high school since I was twenty-two. Where has the time gone, I thought. When I started my teaching career, I was an idealistic college graduate who was going to save the world’s youth by teaching them

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My name is Sara, I’m twenty-eight, single, brunette, brown eyes, pretty face, shapely figure. Some people tell me that I look like Katy Perry, but I think I’m better looking than her. I am a passionate, fun-loving woman. I like to dress sexy and look provocative, I love to flirt, and most of all I love sex. Sex is a thrilling part of my life and I love writing sensual, seductive erotic

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My mother and stepmother had a fiery rivalry between them and our week-long family vacation at the beach gave them a perfect opportunity to continue competing against each other before we went back home for the holidays. They always wanted to outdo each other in whatever they did and telling by the first day, it seemed that showing off their bodies was their target for the week. They both

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It is a snowy, cold Christmas Eve and Kimmi snuggles under the covers. She is wearing her Christmas nightie. It is a red see-through short gown with soft, white fur trim. The top of the gown barely covers her ample breasts. Red lace panties cover her tight, round bottom. Kimmi is a petite young woman with expressive big blue eyes, full kissable lips, and brown hair that had been kissed by

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As I’m walking through the terminal to my gate, I turn the corner and see you heading the same direction. I fall in behind you, mesmerized by the way your hips sway with every step. I eventually duck into a store to grab a drink, and make my way to the gate. As I approach the gate, I see you again, and as your eyes scan up my body, we lock eyes, and smile at each other briefly.  I take a

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BILLY                    I’d seen what mum needed as she proudly showed me the field, and to say that I was impressed would have been the biggest understatement ever. She’d done miracles! It cost me all the money I had and a bit more besides, thanks to my credit card, but when mum eventually surfaced, I’d already dug out the base for it. “Is it in order for me to ask what you’re doing?”

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After a long day at work, I was at the grocery store and it seemed like I had a young admirer. I had noticed this young boy following me around, with his parents nowhere to be seen. I found it strange but didn’t make anything of it, as I was just trying to get what I came for and go home. He followed me aisle to aisle and continued to look at me for almost a minute before he walked towards

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The next few weeks alternated for Tobin between glorious, delirious sex with Jimmy, and interminable, impatient waiting. Jimmy decreed that they should get together once a week, or twice at the most, always just after Tobin finished school, so that he’d have cover. Tobin understood the logic of Jimmy’s caution, but in the war between his brain and his cock? Well, the days between trysts

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Deviantsusie whispers to Cathy_slut98: What are your limits? Susie paused before hitting send. The conversation had moved along very quickly. This was good. She wasn’t in the mood for flirty banter. She was angry when she logged on. The news that her lover had dumped her had thrown her for six. Her ex was blaming the fact that Susie had been too busy at work to keep her in check. The

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