Tag: Love
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Sam #12, Kate 2: Her adventurous day
It was now three months since Tom and Sam had started dating and six weeks since I’d first hooked up with Pete. Tom and Sam were falling deeper in love and spending more time together, though mostly at his place as it was larger and had the spa. When I wasn’t away with work, I…
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Sam #6: Kitchen Threesome
Recap: After Sam and Tom first met whilst out running on the waterfront, their relationship had grown and they were spending more time at each other’s houses. Sam and Tom had come back from their run and caught her flatmate Kate and Pete Kate’s boyfriend making love in the lounge. This had led to Sam…
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Love Is Like Dishes
Love Is like dishes The end of the day When a chore has to be made Love is like dishes (A 5-7-5 haiku)
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My Mistress’ Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun
“Nothing Like the Sun” – excerpt from “Love that Body Image,” a chapter from Match, Cinder & Spark, Volume III: Writing Under Cover. Audio by Jupiter Grant. https://eroterite.net/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Love-That-Body-Image-MCS-Vol-3_-Nothing-Like-the-Sun-98a42ed8.mp3
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Valentine Once More
Valentine Once More Why don’t you want to be my valentine anymore? You must think I have become somewhat of a bore. Okay, maybe I mumble a little and probably snore. But you did not have to go and slam shut the door. I am not a magician nor am I Dumbledore. I am hoping…
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Secrets
I know where beauty’s secrets lie. We dance to whispers in her bed. Dismiss, resist the fears that I might be misled. . I know where beauty’s secrets fly with fairy wings around my head. And in the sky, we wave goodbyes like newlyweds. . I know why beauty’s secrets cry. She seals them…
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Given Up
Given up Suspended between heaven and hell. Flying I see men and women Forever scrambling to live and die. Never looking up nor down. Never touching sky nor star. Never feeling pleasure nor pain. Worshiping idols of dreams and sand. Living in worlds of misery that maims. Where should I go next? To the azures that…
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Still My Valentine
My Valentine is miles from here and February’s atmosphere has cloaked the stars. A snowy shroud engulfs my heart inside a cloud. But through the tundra’s ice and snow I feel his warming afterglow, a breath across the vast divide expelled just as he comes inside my wanton valley, wet and warm –…
