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A Reading

by Middleagepoet on Sep 17, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

It was in my freshman year in college when I found myself suddenly freed of the protective wings of my mother's nest and released unsuspectingly into the real world. True, I wasn't with the Kerouacs or Cassidys, riding and driving in cross country orgies of food, booze, a few women (very few women), Buddhism and poetry, no I was too much in the midst of my d...

Professor Morrissey's Feet

by malefeetdesires on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

As I sat inside my morning Creative Writing class with Professor Morrissey, I started to feel nervous because it was approaching the time when we'd have to share some of our poetry with the class. "Who wants to start?" Professor Morrissey said standing at the front of the class in a gray suit. He was in his late fifties with well-trimmed gray hair, but he...

Shiver

by spacemanspiff_11 on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Her notebook was out, yet nothing was coming to mind that was worth putting down. She sighed as her husband walked into the room. "Something wrong?" She smiled as he sat next to her and slipped his arm around her. His touch, no matter how light, never failed to register within her body, driving a wave of tingles through her skin. She leaned against him, h...

The Book Store

by LittleRedCorvette on Sep 11, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I walked into the Spine bookstore resolutely. No sulking at home with a glass of wine, asleep by 11:00pm on a Friday night. I was thirty, not seventy five. Going to a bar sounded exhausting and there was a possibility I'd zero in on someone that reminded me of Joey and spiral into a bottomless cavern of self-pity and tequila. Sort of like last weekend. Sitti...

Why do I write, by SusanJillParker?

by SusanJillParker on Sep 16, 2017
Reviews & Essays

As if truly seeing myself for the first time, I had an epiphany while staring at myself in the mirror as to why I write. "Why do I write?" I'm Susan Jill Parker, my real name, and I'm a writer. Yet, I'm not just any writer. I don't write non-fiction, something that most writers write. Matter of fact, did you know that 95% of everything published in the wor...

Interlude with a Poet

by texasvision on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

He hated working late; it seemed that somehow his boss always found a way for him to stay extra hours to work on pointless things. Sometimes he would be the last one in the office, working even till the cleaning people came in late night. He could use the money though, that studio equipment wasn't going to pay for itself and he wasn't in the mood to commit...

Finding Myself at USF Ch. 2

by TheCyberPoet on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

Having been enchanted by her tale of a mysterious man, I tried to push my thoughts back into the present, but knew that I wasn't going to succeed. His email addressed had been burned into my brain: thecyberpoet. So had his poetry. We ate and I steered the conversation into filling Yvette in on what was happening back at home, what she missed out on. "Remem...

The Poet and His Muse

by peacekeeper25 on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

While Jason Petrov stirred his oatmeal in the boiling water, thinking about the new poem he was writing, saying the line in his head, sensing he was getting closer, the phone rang shattering his thoughts and forcing him to close his eyes at the disturbance. "Oh, fuck!" he muttered out loud, slamming the spoon down on the counter then barked, "Who the hell co...

Emily Dickenson is a Big Dyke

by dykeprincess on Sep 1, 2017
Humor & Satire

Emily Dickinson is a big dyke. Have you ever read any of her poetry? If you haven't, do not take this opportunity to do so, such an enormous waste of time it would be. I know some people who love her, maybe I would too if I was living in her upstairs room being locked inside with her for nights, Wild nights—Wild nights!, of long passionate lesbian lovin', th...

Under My Thumb Ch. 9

by badgirl298 on Sep 14, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

"Willow." Oz nodded, hiding a slight smile as she slid into his van. She looked forward to their morning time together. He was soothing, really. He merely talked about something seemingly inconsequential. They would discuss music or school and he would subtly work in some jokes and make her laugh. It was good to have another male friend. Though, she suspect...