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10-28-2011, 12:21 AM
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Literotica Guru
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Bad Game
Yo, babe, seriously... babe, I just kinda wanna like, hey, you know, it's just kinda like a thing, dude, that's just been, like, legit on the way to be, like, done. Check it, yo, I really think we should like, you know just kinda hey, dude, like totally do some, like, you know, kinda just like, right? Cause seriously yo, dig that thing like, legit totally...
He slides short of second base. Home team loses 4-2 in extra innings.
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06-03-2012, 06:06 PM
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#552
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Share some skin
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Found it
Bada bing! Bump.
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06-08-2012, 10:19 PM
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#553
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Visceral
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Facebook. Art. &.
I am part of a novel—or novella, actually—one of five thousand people who have a brief phrase tattooed somewhere on their body. Line us all up, we’re a story; scramble us, we’re a poem.
My phrase is under the pergola, (the comma, too!) rendered in forty point Bodoni. I know very little about the entire story, but know my sentence is I found the body under the pergola, eyes opened to constant rain. I think it’s a mystery.
I hope to meet my sentence-mates and line us all up for a photograph. Hoping body and eyes are girls!
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There is never a question of what to paint but only how to paint.
The how of painting has always been the image's end-product.
—Robert Ryman
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06-11-2012, 06:52 AM
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#554
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Sandy Survivor
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Somehow I went from 3 to 7. I am filling in the middle now, touring missed curricula. It is a long ride past parking lots of sestinas and triolets. Miles pass. From the bus, I see a guy waving. Buddy wears no enjambment—hell he's barely threaded. Buddy plants himself under the 100 mile marker and crosses the sky with flags, claiming the sand beyond for the Devil. If you want it, spit on it. It, not me. Me, you have to write or massage for. Oh reader, how strong are your hands? How active are your verbs? Step right up.
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06-13-2012, 03:15 PM
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#555
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Gerund Whore
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Quote:
Originally Posted by PandoraGlitters
Somehow I went from 3 to 7. I am filling in the middle now, touring missed curricula. It is a long ride past parking lots of sestinas and triolets. Miles pass. From the bus, I see a guy waving. Buddy wears no enjambment—hell he's barely threaded. Buddy plants himself under the 100 mile marker and crosses the sky with flags, claiming the sand beyond for the Devil. If you want it, spit on it. It, not me. Me, you have to write or massage for. Oh reader, how strong are your hands? How active are your verbs? Step right up.
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I miss Kitty 
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Blessed are the cracked for it is they that let in the light
They say a smile is a gift which is free to the giver and precious to the recipient.
But giving the finger is free, too, and I find it more personal and sincere.
If at first you don't succeed....skydiving is not for you ....
If you don't pay your exorcist .... do you get repossessed?
I shall always decide not to decide, unless of course I decide to change my mind.
....But I, being poor, have only my dreams, I have spread my dreams under your feet,Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.......
Nil Caborundum illigitimi
Sestina slut
Annie submits
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06-24-2012, 05:54 PM
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#556
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Sandy Survivor
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For UYS
Madame laughed at kitty's whine "Nylon catsuit make kitty sweaty." Madame tugged kitty's charm bracelet deftly from her belt, popping out a small silver razor blade. Bending kitty over her knee, Madame cut a heart-shaped flap, baring kitty's pink rosebud. Madame raised her hard thigh tilting kitty up for examination. Sudden fingers pushed in. Squirmy kitten purred intensely as Madame fingerkicked inside. Madame pulled out, degloved and slid a cold metal tube in place. A shiver skipped up kitty's spine. "Tell Percival you bring a message."
"Miaaow!" Yes, Ma'am. Shakily, kitty stood and preened until ready to strut to Percy.
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06-24-2012, 10:12 PM
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Really Experienced
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insomnia
Sleep would help, but that would be too easy. So I sit up in the middle of the night, watching reruns and commercials for creams that guarantee orgasmic bliss that I don’t believe because of sheer annoyance factor. At some point, I must drift off, because the whine wakes me when the broadcast ends and I head to my bed to lie awake with my mind racing into strange dreams involving grad school orientation and lesbian sex and flying except I know that I’m dreaming and with the knowledge, I realize that I can’t move, and I’m falling. Into awake.
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06-24-2012, 11:43 PM
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#558
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Literotica Guru
mynameisben is online now
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The Cure For Insomnia
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty, forty-one, forty-two, forty-three, forty-four, forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three, fifty-four, fifty-five, fifty-six, fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty, sixty-one, sixty-two, sixty-three, sixty-four, sixty-five, sixty-six, sixty-seven, sixty-eight, sixty-nine, seventy, seventy-one, seventy-two, seventy-three, seventy-four, seventy-five, seventy-six, seventy-seven, seventy-eight, seventy-nine, eighty, eighty-one, eighty-two, eighty-three, eighty-four, eighty-five, eighty-six, eighty-seven, eighty-eight, eighty-nine, ninety, ninety-one, ninety-two, ninety-three, ninety-four, ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one-hundred.
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06-25-2012, 12:06 AM
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Virgin
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Your hands. My body. They are meant to meet.
Each nerve ending under my skin anticipates your touch. How will your hands feel on me? I've wanted them on me for so long. They're strong, capable, showing the passing years.
My body craves them. My flesh quivers as your rough, work-worn fingers part the edges of my blouse. Your palms smooth over my breasts, still not on me, soft cotton fabric a barrier as strong as a wall.
Your hands follow the cotton to my back, and they release the hooks.
At last, hands meet flesh. My skin rejoices.
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07-11-2012, 10:35 PM
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Literotica Guru
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My wife and I were discussing our gender-based views on body image.
She told me she doesn't "have to care, but I have to care just a little for you." Deserting thirty has its advantages.
She asks if I feel the same way, if I feel like there is a definite line where I believe her attraction for me will fade.
"I figure as a settled man you only have to worry when you can't see your dick, and that's mostly a superficial instinct." Right now my dick is only obstructed, I've got a good three inches to go.
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08-03-2012, 09:16 PM
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#561
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Visceral
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Le baiser de la fée
I remember the tapes—reel-to-reel in those days—where “Georges” asked his friend “Pierre” how to get to the library in the town they both lived in, or perhaps had just moved to, since they never seemed to know where things were. Où est notre école? one would ask, like an Ashton Kutcher character.
Dutifully, we conjugated verbs: je ferme, vous fermez, il ferme.
Danielle was très belle and French, or knew French, and I was striving to be cultured—even suave. Conjugating mightily, one day I said to her, Baise-moi.
She kicked me in les testicules and walked on.
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There is never a question of what to paint but only how to paint.
The how of painting has always been the image's end-product.
—Robert Ryman
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11-01-2012, 10:19 PM
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Visceral
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We stood nude in the open air, on a playfield marked, I thought, for lacrosse. At least the goals on either end were narrow—like they were soccer goals shrunk up tight as my nuts.
She looked at me, grinned, started to run.
There is nothing more beautiful than a woman (oh, baby, a naked woman) running across a field.
I ran after her, though I doubted I could catch her. My stride was longer, and she seemed sometimes to almost be in reach, almost seemed to want to stay in reach.
Finally, I caught her.
Ooh. Fade to black.
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There is never a question of what to paint but only how to paint.
The how of painting has always been the image's end-product.
—Robert Ryman
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11-14-2012, 10:51 PM
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#563
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Share some skin
Neonurotic is offline
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A Snow Blind
The sun rises and it is chilly, teeth chatter, clack and clack, though I find it is worth the frosty wait. The first snow falls and I am pleased, warmed by the view. A plume of pleasure under my cold nose as the camera shutter goes click and click, catching every lacy flake. They melt on an iron rich land until the earth is just as cold. It is pink at first turning white as light. I am blind in all this bright, dazzled. I disappear in the storm, leaving behind red footprints quickly covered by a blanket of snow.
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11-27-2012, 08:29 PM
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#564
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Share some skin
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Whorrible Story
"Vision Thing" plays on the radio while he tunes-up my Jag. He's crude, leering with one eye through a nicotine haze, telling me about Thai whores doing everything. He grins with sharp yellow teeth detailing every fucking thing in Bangkok, quite literally, banging cock. How things were in the Land of Smiles, that really the girl's happiness was all him. Then he, sons-of-bitches, slipping a wrench, bleeding redneck red. All I can do is agree with Sisters of Mercy's sing-song wail, it's a small world and it smells bad and wish the hell out of here… sha-la-la-la.
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12-01-2012, 05:47 PM
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#565
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Sandy Survivor
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I will not break the poem past fixing. Have no worries for poems are flexible things. They are even more flexible than you imagine in your earliest rubbery imaginings before you imposed term limits and expectations. I will not break the poem past understanding unless the dear reader is more stubborn or more stupid than water which manages to flow around the obvious rocks and haul most of what matters to the sea. You are neither stubborn nor stupid: you are the river. Bend the sun's rays and make them flow inside of you. Carry this poem to the sea.
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04-03-2013, 10:07 PM
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Visceral
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Plano, Texas
I noticed her when I walked into the store. Legs, mostly. Lama boots, no nylons. Not much up top. Nice hair. Long—not teased like most working girls.
A six-pack of Shiner Bock and a carton of Kools and I was ready to leave, but she said, “A beer and a smoke. That’s all. That’s all I want.
“Then you can fuck me.”
God. That’s what put Lily in my life—tobacco, alcohol, and sex. All my little failures lined up like the planets in the devil’s horoscope.
I married her, of course. But it didn’t work.
Remorse never does.
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There is never a question of what to paint but only how to paint.
The how of painting has always been the image's end-product.
—Robert Ryman
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04-04-2013, 04:41 PM
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Literotica Guru
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Stars in Pigalle
She was always a bad idea but bad ideas have a way of being irresistible until it is too late and events steamroller over you, which is precisely what she did in a bar in Pigalle. I could put it down to drink, I could put it down to being tired of life or I could put it down to the fact she had the hairy balls of a prop forward. You never get over a surprise like that, especially when you screech and embarrass her in front of her lipstick friends and she downs you with a left hook!
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04-14-2013, 10:15 PM
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Just Chilling
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Just another bar
Max was not sure he wanted to stay long in the little east side bar; it was loud, crowded, and motherfuckingassholes of every persuasion and accent reduced the possibility of understanding conversations to nil. But, there were a couple of women that had mightyfineasses and were drunk enough not to take themselves too serious; so, he ordered a drink and kept his mouth shut.
Around two AM and many Delords later, he started chatting up one of the girls in spite of worring about his provincial speach, manners, or the chance of committing an idiotic gaffe and soon found out she was more interested in foreplay than faux pas.
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08-06-2013, 07:36 PM
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Share some skin
Neonurotic is offline
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Creeps
Another one, another and another, earwigs, spiders, bugs I don't what the hell they are come from wherever in this old house. Spray and bomb and they survive. Last night some mutant did a flyby bite then I scratched the itch, woke up with a spider in my bed. And this isn't a lady euphemism; I mean a spider the same place the bloodsucker snacked on my leg. Was it the eight legged crawly or the vampire? The doc said, "tis the season", writing 'scrips for super steroid creams and antibiotics, blowing infections to kingdom come. Blam! Take that creeps!
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08-07-2013, 04:35 AM
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Literotica Guru
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watching the clouds in my coffee dissolve, i roll a fridge-chilled grape around my mouth, tonguing it in appreciation of its form and leaking juice, its cool weight.
in the browsing of minds on a screen, a page, i'm struck by surely they are infinitely larger than our own small world of blues, greens browns . . . like space surrounds the earth, air surrounds a snow-globe, and thoughts and imagination are as vast and intangible as the stuff of space, the stuff scientists blind themselves with headaches over understanding. of course, i could be wrong, but where's the fun in that?
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William Dement (the father of sleep medicine) said:
"Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives."
must be what permits me to be so very sane when awake,
right?
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08-11-2013, 07:13 AM
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Literotica Guru
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Lady of the night
I see them dancing on tables, naked bar a pair of underwear that would better serve as a belt for other garments. I am here for what passes as my fathers bucks show. As if the fact he is getting married makes him more than he was, without having ever been there and when he was beating us shamelessly. She stares at me her mouth saying yes, her eyes saying money, I realize my worth, sum it up to be more, yet I stay for she is very convincing, the tequila is sweet, numbing and he is shouting the rounds
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12-08-2013, 10:59 AM
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Share some skin
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A Flocking with a Side of Cat Pancakes
The Weatherguesser said ten to twenty―in anticipation, I bulldozed as it fell. No raincoat to keep dry just a black trash bag with head and arm holes. Dear daughter thinks this hilarious, laughing then falling from inside the bay window, squashing the cat pile. I weathered in boots and a pair of crappy gloves―twice. Next day, it's as if I never touched the shovel. Again, outdoors clearing a path until snow on the pine flocks me. And again, she falls, making cat pancakes. By now I think they'd move, but not. Wherever the sun, there is a cat.
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12-08-2013, 11:07 AM
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Literotica Guru
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glad this got a bump. some good things here!
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William Dement (the father of sleep medicine) said:
"Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives."
must be what permits me to be so very sane when awake,
right?
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12-08-2013, 04:31 PM
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Literotica Guru
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Quote:
Originally Posted by Neonurotic
A Flocking with a Side of Cat Pancakes
The Weatherguesser ... a cat.
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Sorry, but this text has 101 words. The unix word count program wc cheats, and gives 99 words. This is because of two hyphenations: to twenty―in anticipation and gloves―twice.
Now, Neonurotic, I have some work to do,
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12-08-2013, 04:34 PM
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Literotica Guru
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Originally Posted by Senna Jawa
Sorry, but this text has 101 words. The unix word count program wc cheats, and gives 99 words. This is because of two hyphenations: to twenty―in anticipation and gloves―twice.
Now, Neonurotic, I have some work to do,
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it's almost christmas . . . i vote we cut neo some slack 
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William Dement (the father of sleep medicine) said:
"Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives."
must be what permits me to be so very sane when awake,
right?
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