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Proof [Jul. 31st, 2006|05:41 pm]
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the_mock_turtle
I wonder about fingerprints on skin and footprints in carpet and the double helix of DNA in traces of saliva and sweat left behind.

I wonder about molecules and if you yet remain in the air of the spaces we shared.

I wonder if that explains the void, if the evidence refutes your absence and so refuses to let me forget the way that you smell, taste and breathe.
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(no subject) [Jul. 22nd, 2006|06:27 pm]
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calyne
You, my friend, are totally drunk, trashed, smashed. You stumble through the door, slamming it behind you. “Shit!” you exclaim, angrily and long, somehow managing to slur even the simplest of words.

Still falling all over the place, falling out of your sparse clothing, you roughly kick off your shoes and, almost dragging yourself, collapse onto the couch – to find another body next to you as you lie down. etc...Collapse )
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(no subject) [Jun. 21st, 2006|01:29 am]
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valeocamillam
His fluid stung, winding down my throat. It had been quite some time since I swallowed, and I winced at his taste, a cross between body odor and rotten snot. He looked quite relieved, his eyes heavy with exhaustion, his lips parted slightly. “Yes,” I purred, as my face hovered in between his thighs, kissing flesh leading away from his member. Meanwhile, my hand reached for the knife. “Sleep.”
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Untitled [Jun. 19th, 2006|05:26 pm]
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the_mock_turtle
She was in desperate need of mouth-to-genital resuscitation. A seesaw in slow motion, as her mood ebbed her libido rose and his lips and tongue became the only source of things she was sure she could still feel.

In his absence, she became like a lit match trapped inside of an ice cube — ever more numb with only her desire for his attentions still stirring within her.
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Plot...i think [Jun. 18th, 2006|02:21 pm]
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a_varga_girl
PHONE SEX

You slid into bed next to me, kissing my neck, feeling my wetness
“I’m with a client!” I squeaked, covering the phone,
“Tell him to fuck himself!” you said with a wicked smile. I undulated against your fingering,
“Fuck your self Gene,” I moaned into the phone, watching you
“I’m going to come, if you don’t stop,” I hung up, “turn off your cell, and fuck me,” I commanded.

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here's another. opinions welcomed [Jun. 15th, 2006|03:10 pm]
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a_varga_girl
COMING TO THE TABLE


I slid my pussy over the edge of the table, grasping the edges to get off. I guess he followed me there, watching through the door I’d left ajar. I was close--moaning, breathing heavily, when I felt a rock hard cock against my ass. Strong, muscular hands slid beneath my blouse and worked my breasts. I undulated to the most extraordinary orgasm. Hardly noticing my phantom viewer disappeared.
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nobody's posted in a while...are people still here? [Jun. 15th, 2006|03:08 pm]
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a_varga_girl
opinions welcomed:

JUST A LITTLE SAUTE


“I like a man who knows his way in a confectioner’s kitchen,” I giggled, he dipped sliced strawberries in wine.
“Do you now?” he replied, kissing me, opening my robe.
“It’s erotic and sexy,” I said breathless. He spread my legs, pressing his hardness against my sex,
“Mmm, darling nothing deep fried, just sautéed fun” I moaned against him, blocking his hardness from my pussy, inserting his fingers instead.
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Rude Awakening [Jun. 2nd, 2006|12:43 am]
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the_mock_turtle
She awoke to muffled piano music coming from within the sheets.

She jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom to turn on a light. The music grew louder, echoing off the tile, vibrations spreading to ... or from ... it couldn't be!

She grabbed a mirror and spread her legs. What she saw there chilled her to the bone...Collapse )
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(no subject) [Apr. 23rd, 2006|03:12 pm]
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chef_brockett

            The closer she got to ovulating, the more often she found herself wearing thongs. She had noticed Mark, down in Appeals, about six months ago while at an all department outing to Friday’s. She liked his ass in khaki slacks, and right now, the floss of her thong riding up her butt with every step told her to take the elevator down to appeals.

            “Just once,” her hormones said.

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Better than a Rubber Duckie [Apr. 16th, 2006|03:56 am]
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the_mock_turtle
I had a waking dream of you while in the shower. I imagined singing to you in that space of idealized acoustics. I stood very still, posing even, as I sang and you washed me, kissing every part after rinsing the suds away. Then after toweling off, you smoothed lotion all over me lingering at sensitive spots. You licked me where the lotion wasn't while it soaked in elsewhere.
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