Monthly Archives: May 2013

Barbarian Hips

22 Wednesday May 2013

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PIXECT-20130427033013 - CopyBy:Brunella

They swarmed in their hundreds… Hundreds, that is, rather than thousands, because not everybody (and their potentially jealousy-prone partners) could stand such liberation. But for those who could, it was more deeply intoxicating than any drug ever made. This was for the truly enlightened or truly daring, only.

You felt it before even stepping foot into the place (or was it outside?) It enveloped your body as though you were already stripped nude and all your inner sexual glory exposed to some welcoming, sensual godly entity where no fantasy was too taboo. The atmosphere alone warmed a hard-on out of men, and fingered wetness out of women as though they were roaringly drunk.

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Unsolicited Master

22 Wednesday May 2013

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By:Liluta

The smoke was thick. You were trying to get a kiss, the problem with that? You were trying to get it from an 18 year old at the other end of the bar. Don’t get me wrong, I love 18 year olds. I just want THAT 18 year old out of the way so I can have my way with you. I walk over next to you and ask for a drink, the bartender says it’s on the house and I smile my biggest smile. You are no longer trying to kiss her, you pretend to look at the band but I catch your eye. You’re smiling at me. Your green eyes resemble the sea and your brown short hair is messy, like you just got out of bed. The girl goes to the bathroom. You come closer and ask for my name. I return your question with a question of my own “What do you think my name is?” You smirk; the glimmer in your eyes tells me you’re enjoying me.

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Bird Song

22 Wednesday May 2013

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lace2-2By:Artemisia

Bird song. Sighing winds, the rustle of wild grasses. Her heartbeat, blood pulsing, steady as a drumbeat. She was to meet him here. A special place, full of magic. A place he had shown her long ago. A red wing blackbird called in the distance. She sat waiting by the cattails, her toes nestled into the cool muddy water of the wetland… the anticipation rising from her belly. They had been apart for only a week or two, yet for her it felt like it had been ages. She longed to see him, to feel him beside her. He should be here any moment.

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The Dominatrix’s Lady Boy

21 Tuesday May 2013

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By: Lucky Charms

I never pictured myself becoming a dominatrix. But in hindsight, there’s always been a darkness in me—a certain je ne sais quoi that makes weak, wanting, submissive boys seem come out of the woodwork on their knees. Perhaps it is my commanding six feet of height, which is especially daunting in heels. Perhaps it’s the way my soft, supple curves just seem to belong in a steel boned corset.  This particular boy is quite the delightful specimen. He is taller than me—always a turn on—with piercing blue eyes and bedraggled sandy hair. His smooth, apricot skin is pulled taut over lean muscle and sinew. He’s a fairly typical guy in my medical school class. Brilliant yet offbeat, and a lover of all things athletic. An A student that fidgets constantly—like he has a secret.

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The Office

21 Tuesday May 2013

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Picture 28By: CutegirlEmma

She knew he was watching her. Since he started in her office a month ago she could feel his eyes on her all the time. His sexy green eyes always burning into her while she was working. He was tall, dark and tanned and even through his work shirts she could see his toned hard torso. His eyes on her all the time made her feel nervous. She wasn’t used to attention from such an amazing looking man. She always consider herself to be quite plain so why this Adonis kept staring at her she didn’t know.

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