The smell of sex

I first learned of the magnetism of sexual odor as an 18-year-old teenager. In school, I was always more cerebral than athletic. Consequently, I participated in science and debate clubs instead of sports. Reserved and[…]

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When in rome – 07

Author's Notes I'm having difficulty doing dailies with all of the family stuff going on for the holidays. The story is far from over, and I'm still writing. I'm just having a hard time finding[…]

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Tiffany – ch. 3

Comments welcome! /> I woke a little after 9 am, enjoying the fact that I could sleep in. As I sat up and stretched, remembering what I was wearing, I was pleasantly made aware of[…]

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The interview

Jane Crawford looked nervously around the outer office of PIG studios while trying to maintain her outer calm. "Judas priest," she mumbled under her breath. "What the hell am I doing here?" She picked up[…]

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My summer without men

Are you fucking more now and enjoying it less?  This should have been my mantra after my first year of college.  I had become a favorite at fraternities, but was finding less and less satisfaction[…]

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The sphere

It was the humming that woke her up. The humming, and the headache. It wasn't a hangover, the woman thought. It felt different. What had she done? The woman sat up slowly, sliding her slender[…]

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