The dream gift

Mom raised her head and adjusted her glasses with her forefinger as I walked in. She must have been grading the papers of some unfortunate kids. She was a teacher, but at least I was[…]

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The softest touch

I remember seeing her from across the room earlier tonight. She looked so sad and lost. There was something about her, something untouchable but a desire to be held. She say there in the cut,[…]

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Rough sex

ROUGH SEX ( a poem by Stardust 8937, 9-27-10) Don't ask me for hard sex, rough sex– I won't do it– I CAN'T do it– If your KINK demands it, then even though it hurts[…]

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Old farm fun

Back to work at the farmhouse. I had seen the pictures, it had been quite a plot of land in its day…the current owner of the farmhouse had grown old. He had sold much of[…]

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