Tue, March 30th 2010
Thu, March 25th 2010
Knee-weakening erotica from The Erotic Writer:
“Go ahead and start,” I’d said. And you have. You do have your little crooked smile on, below half lidded eyes, pillowed head propped up and looking at me. But I don’t have to guess you’re naked under the covers. No. There you are, lying in the middle of the bed, pale and beautiful, and spread. Your knees wide apart and bent, I catch your crimson-painted toes digging into our matching comforter. Because you have started without me.
Thu, March 18th 2010
Thu, March 18th 2010
Michael Rosen Photography - from Vanilla Sex
Sun, March 14th 2010
Sex, love, and tango. Vertical expression of a horizontal desire…
Sun, March 14th 2010
No, I do not wear petticoats,
my curves subdued by starch and bone.
Rather, I am joyful, basking
in ferocity, freedom
to wear red satin corsets or
grease-stained flannel and know
all the while
my hips flare just the same.
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No, I am not bitter, angry at men,
but rather, grateful to all the women
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Wed, March 10th 2010
Tue, March 9th 2010
