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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The librarian

Ryan pushed the heavy cart containing at least on hundred books down the narrow library aisles, stopping occasionally to return the volumes to their proper place. To most people rummaging around a bunch of dusty[…]

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Rainy days

Standing at the window, watching the traffic pass by. Music playing in the background as I lightly rest my fingers on the icy pane. I am oblivious to the world, hypnotized by the falling rain[…]

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My first time

I would like to share with you an intense experience that I had when I was younger. I seemed to be constantly horny when I was growing up, and went through the typical at Playboy[…]

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Third is a charm

Three is a charm There are sometimes times in life where life makes a decision for you. The gloves come off, the blindfold is pulled away and you realize that you yourself had little to[…]

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My sisters part 2

Mom was back. "Shit." I hissed. I looked at my sisters. "Get it together! Pick everything up!" I ordered them, then I headed outside, hoping to stall Mom long enough for Ashley and Riley to[…]

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