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Tapping Creativity

I’m quite sure now that what previously pushed me to write anything at all had little to do with the desire to do so. More and more it seems that the exercise has always been cathartic in its entirety, heavily … Continue reading

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Cocoon

Encapsulated within strong silken threads Safely bound Resting Insulated from the elements Suspended in time Waiting Emerging on the other side

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Dreams

She feels the slight but unyielding weight of the small metal ball that feeds a constant twinge of desire. Is the feeling of her arousal not unlike the twitch that starts the swell of his cock? Her nipples harden around … Continue reading

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Because

…I feel like it… Incorrigible …Like you, he knows how to make me drop my panties anytime… Insatiable …I would drop to my knees in an heartbeat… Slut …You have to give me clear boundaries otherwise I will break every … Continue reading

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An Offering

To the Goddess Protector of Woman Who, in her wisdom Allowed me to smell the antifreeze leaking from the heater hose before it spilled its slimy, green guts onto the asphalt and caused irreparable harm to my beloved Subaru And … Continue reading

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My Wiseass Children

At the beginning of April, my Most Favorite (and only) Daughter offered up the extra bedroom in her place while I prepared for my move to Hawaii. It meant sharing space with her, her boyfriend, and my youngest boy child. … Continue reading

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Well Hell…

Lots going on… Moving to a new place for a few months. Tell you about that later. Swamped at work. Could easily let the door hit me in the ass on the way out but won’t. Or at least not … Continue reading

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Testing

A months worth of test looking for a possible cause of my stroke left me feeling drained. And my fears seemed to get the best of me at every turn… It’s just one big test isn’t it? Well, I’m still … Continue reading

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revisiting life

This seems strangely appropriate right now as I think about life and love and leaving a space I’ve been too comfortable with for so very long… We all meet people in our lives who affect us deeply. Loving others in … Continue reading

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Basic to the Core

I wonder, she thought lazily while stretched out on the bed in that hazy half state between waking and sleeping. Still grinning like the Cheshire Cat from their late night escapades, is it possible to discorporate out of sheer pleasure? … Continue reading

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Paper Spirit

My spirit is paper on the wind, Fluttering lazily afloat on the breeze Or swirling, twirling, dancing at your feet. My spirit brushes an arm, escapes a desperate grasp. Spinning higher, comes to rest in the tangled branches of life. … Continue reading

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Needful

He felt good, smelled great, and tasted even better. It took everything I had not to fuck him right then and there on the floor. But, subscribing to some unknown belief I had to wait…I kicked myself all week while … Continue reading

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Visualize This….

a few days after my stroke… My hand is filled with white goose feathers. I see myself blowing on them. Releasing them to the wind, up and away… Sometimes I’m successful… I see my touchstone in the palm of my … Continue reading

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Anticipation

Hot water streams over her head and down her back. Steam rapidly fills the small bathroom. Breathing slowly and deeply, she shakes the fog from her mind. A faint smile at the prospect, her hands slide slowly over skin now … Continue reading

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Overflowing

lifetimes of emotion spilling, an angry river overflowing rocky banks. turning churning murky waters, deep eddies pull me down.

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