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Origins of Art

by LadyCassolette on Sep 16, 2017
Reviews & Essays

This essay is part of a series in which I compare the ideas of philosophers on the subject of Aesthetics. I'm attempting to extrapolate from their superior knowledge and writings what I believe are important points on the creation of and critique of Art, Beauty and the Soul. I hope there are some artists/scholars out there who can appreciate my works- Beca...

Double Vision Ch. 01

by Artist1 on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

My name is Dionisio but everyone calls me Dio. My parents came to California from the Cordillera region of the Philippines in the 1970s. I've only been there once—for a cousin's wedding—and only sort of understand my parents' language, Ilokano. I grew up with the typical embarrassments of the children of immigrants, like the time I went to the hardware sto...

Intellectual Pursuits Ch. 03

by Artist1 on Aug 31, 2017
Erotic Couplings

One of the benefits of being a grad student in my department is that, if we applied for it, we were assigned a shared office in an musty building next to the parking lot. I didn't care that it was musty since it meant that I'd have a spot to park my books and anything else I wanted and that I would have a space to study and write papers away from the distrac...

Perfect Pussy, Perfect Cock

by leBonhomme on Sep 15, 2017
Humor & Satire

I suspect that everyone thinks the first pussy he or she saw to do something with was a perfect one. Aren't they all? I am sure my first one was, although I can't really remember it, but I do remember her name. I can't say that about all the others, but theirs were also perfect. It is a very subjective matter. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, as...

Painted Skies & Clementines

by SaintlyMouse on Mar 27, 2018
Romance

Indigo Fields was the love child of small town bad-ass Veronica Fields and small town mayor's son Jeffrey Silverman. Though no one outside the three of them knew that. She was born into a family of one in the back of her mother's "borrowed" pickup truck in the middle of- you guessed it- an indigo field. Her mother always said her name was destined for her. '...

Holly Woode

by gushogan on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

I am sure that Holly Woode did not mean to get me fired from Holier Than Thou College when she decided that she had to fuck my brains out. Holly never once complained to the Dean about having to bob her head up and down on my cock for hours on end, or about having to drain every ounce of cum from my body. Holly rather enjoyed sucking cock, swallowing cum, to...

Letter to Myself

by Selena_Kitt on Sep 13, 2017
Letters & Transcripts

It's easy to put yourself down, to sarcastically use yourself as an object of humorous self-denigration for others. But have you ever considered how hard it is to love yourself? And what the world might be like, if more people truly appreciated their own beauty? The following is an exercise, not an egotistical one, but a self-appreciating one. I'd encourage...

Appreciating Fine Art

by LadyCassolette on Sep 16, 2017
Reviews & Essays

This essay is part of a series in which I compare the ideas of philosophers on the subject of Aesthetics. I'm attempting to extrapolate from their superior knowledge and writings what I believe are important points on the creation of and critique of Art, Beauty and the Soul. I hope there are some artists/scholars out there who can appreciate my works- Beca...

Retiring the Paddle

by WFEATHER on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

she grunted with each impact of the wide polished oak paddle. No longer did she sob, no longer did she scream, yet each grunt was loud despite the muffling of the pillow. she was taking it quite well, extremely well. While her body continued to jump and twist involuntarily with each strike, while her limbs pulled instinctively against the chains which conn...

Room 711 Ch. 01

by wordsmith220 on Sep 12, 2017
Romance

She sat at the bar, waiting, nervous, swinging her legs from the tall chair in time to the jazz piano playing through the restaurant. He saw her through the window as he took the parking ticket from the valet. She was taking a Cosmopolitan from the bartender and sipping quickly to keep it from splashing over. Dizziness floated through his knees and stomach...