Kessling

KESSLING ( a poem by Stardust 8937 –9-29-100 You tell me I can rub my fingers– my palms– on, through, and over your soft, jet-black, almost fur–hair.. And caress, touch, hold onto your shaped head[…]

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Rear door

Rear Door by Miss Irene Clearmont. Copyright 2011 ‘You might just get what you asked for…’ Rear Door. /> ‘I have to find a way to persuade her.’ He thought to himself as he turned[…]

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Needing you part 4

But for Vince… it was harder. He couldn't tell what path would lead to Vince's center or where his submission truly lay. The challenge focused him in ways he hadn't felt in a long time.[…]

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My new friend

I was standing at my car, trying to open the door but I couldn't find my keys. I thought I had lost them, but then I remembered setting them down on the sink when I[…]

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