August 2011
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July 2011
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A Summer Storm
I’ve never seen her struggle so much or come so hard.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed when we walked in, but she didn’t hear us until I wrapped my arms around her from behind. I lifted her easily off the mattress and stood her between us as she bit down on my arm and kicked my shin. It took him a few seconds to control her legs and then she swung between us squirming like a...
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The Song of Songs
She used to sit next to me in church with her bible resting along the hemline of her skirt.
She’d open it against the dark skin of her legs and quietly turn the pages until she found the line she wanted me to read. It was always something from the Song of Songs and it always made me blush crimson red.
I couldn’t kiss her in front of her mother, but she would grab my hand anyway and...
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Eating a Pomegranate
Pomegranates are the sexiest of all fruits. Their seeds spill out across the cutting board and their red juices waken my senses. The flesh is tender, soft and firm and when I hold one in my hand and close my eyes I can remember sweet delicious things.
She has a pomegranate between her thighs.
She only lets me see it when I’m willing to taste it and only then when I’m willing to take my time....
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An Island
I’m off and away once more, but this will conclude my summer travels. I’ll be spending the week on a small island off the coast of Maine doing as little as possible. I hope to finish my next collection of short stories called Spring to Summer so I can get it up on Amazon in early August. It’s going to be a one long story told in short vingettes much like the blog. It will...
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What To Do
I can’t tell her what to do unless I know what she wants.
I can’t tell her to stand perfectly still without moving a muscle unless I know that anticipation drives her crazy. I can’t hold her hands above her head unless I know that she wants to struggle, and I won’t raise a hand to any part of her body until I know just how hard she wants it to come down.
The first time I tied her up I had to...
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The Next Time
“I promise the next time I have sex you’ll be looking into my eyes.”
But she was far away. I was as likely to get out there as she was to come here and we both knew it. We both knew it would be months, and we both knew neither one of us would wait. Waiting for hours was one thing, but weeks? It wasn’t our fetish.
Two days later I opened my inbox to discover she was...
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Not Writing a Letter
I have to remember not to write her.
It’s a habit that’s hard to break so I sometimes write anyway and never send a thing. Real letters, emails, texts. They’re all the same: words I want to share, but remember at the very last moment that now they mean something else.
Honestly, I miss the sex the most.
You can always tell someone is lying when they start a sentence with...
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The Universe Inside Her
“I can see stars.”
“Am I fucking you that hard?”
She hit me lightly as I leaned over her in the hot tub, but with a twist of my neck I knew what she meant. The sky was bright and there wasn’t a city light for miles. There were constellations I didn’t know existed and the Milky Way was a river across the night sky.
I pulled her up onto my lap and slid right...
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