The Demon Eloc – Part 1

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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 […]

Pagliacci Tears

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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 […]

Why Would You Love?

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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’- […]

No Other Place

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  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 […]

AJ’s Naughty Slumber Party

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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 […]

Eight Ball: Chapter 2

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As my other fingers wrapped around Carter, I could feel him twitch in my hand. This happened more and more, as I began to move up and down his shaft, and soon his head was pushing against my dress, wetting the fabric as it begged to bury itself inside of me. Powered by WPeMatico

How do I love you?

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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 […]