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Saturday, 28 November 2009 14:52 |
 Essay - As a writer, you've already felt the pull of your work, the tug at your inner self as it encourages you to say all that you're holding inside. You know how much of yourself colors your work without you even having to be aware. It's the natural process of transferring our individual thoughts outside of ourselves to be heard. It's communication at its core, attempting to make your writing... |
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Saturday, 28 November 2009 08:01 |
 Essay - I never knew how much controversy surrounds working under a pen name until I penned my own. Being one that few felt inclined to nickname, I was excited about finding a new name that suited me, had meaning for me, and lent more creative freedom in this uptight culture of ours. How many of us actually get to choose our own name for presenting ourselves and our ideas... |
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Tuesday, 28 April 2009 18:59 |
 Confession - There's a new tool in my naughty collection, a new secret weapon at my disposal. Once entirely new to me and my sexual play, I now think of it as my comrade in arms, my sensual, silky, silicone partner. Together, we have the power to fuck in a new way. This past weekend, I had my very first experience with a butt plug. And no ordinary butt plug. This new sexy secret weapon is... |
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Monday, 27 April 2009 17:52 |
 Fiction - No wonder Stan left me. I couldn’t erase the self-deprecating thoughts from my surrendered mind. I continued to stare at myself in the full-length mirror. It was as tired as I was. The glass was exhausted by my unimpressive image, my own eyes sick of the sight of my sagging self. What’s left after thirty-five? I couldn’t look anymore. Not at the belly with stretch marks still bemoaning... |
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Saturday, 25 April 2009 20:36 |
 Fiction - Living with a foot fetish isn’t easy. Gorgeous feet are everywhere. If they’re not bare, they’re set upon sculpted shoes of endless variety, as on their individual pedestals awaiting the worship they so highly deserve. They’re crossed over each other beneath office desks or resting snuggled beneath a lovely woman’s behind as she’s nestled in a comfy chair while reading a book. |
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Friday, 24 April 2009 19:07 |
 Fiction - Mike was counting down the days until Halloween, the very best holiday of the entire year. His trick-or-treating days were over. That was baby stuff. This year, he was newly 15 and finally old enough to be invited to Jason’s annual Halloween party. He would finally hang with the cool kids. “What are you going to dress up as, Mikey?” |
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Thursday, 23 April 2009 16:49 |
 Fiction - I was jogging the five blocks over to my friend Jessie’s house after school. We’d probably talk about the usual: looking forward to graduation in just a few weeks, what we thought college would be like, dating real men. I couldn’t wait to finally be treated like an adult. Turning 18 sure didn’t work. I was still in high school... |
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Wednesday, 22 April 2009 16:38 |
 Fiction - She just couldn’t stave off the hunger anymore. She had to have him. Had to taste that young flesh, the toughness of the tanned hide. Her eyes had feasted for weeks, and now it was time to pounce. She enjoyed the pursuit almost as much as devouring the catch itself. She loved to play before feeding. She deliberately held off the final moment... |
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Tuesday, 21 April 2009 18:52 |
 Fiction - A warm nose nudged tentatively at my bare foot peeking out beneath the sheets. My elbows propped up my drowsy nakedness enough to witness the usual morning greeting. I granted my pet a smile, so proud of her and my own training skills. She responded to conditioning so well, already firmly understanding the bed was off limits, unless my permission... |
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Monday, 20 April 2009 16:56 |
 Fiction - “I know exactly what you are in need of, my friend,” the dark-skinned barman oozed as he leaned over the bar displaying an exaggerated grin. “The beautiful Ranoa is a legend on this island. We call her Tan Tit Ranoa.” He chuckled as he dropped another drink before the tourist. “She has the most glorious breasts, sun baked as black as the nipples that decorate them... |
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