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• Charm School

  March 3, 2025

  We sit in this cathedral. Just this beautiful immaculate thing. To make something so huge that took back breaking power to create look so..light and elegant. And the windows. This is a place that begs you to worship it. Craning our necks. Wiping our necks with kerchiefs. Listening to our guide as...

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• Cover my mouth with your hands.

  February 19, 2025

  She is mine. My demon in my pocket. My dark beauty. Seductress and sleuth all wrapped In a delicious body, with lips, there is nothing softer. Mark Twain’s demon. Like feather, down, warm silk. But softer. But she is, she’s mean. She is probably not your cup of tea. I love her so. No, stop.…

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• To the winds she says.

  January 29, 2025

  We whisper in the darkness. Her warm body against me, sealing us in. Our bed is made of fartytales, nightmares and an over abundance of blankets and lust for one another. She wears a dress, I don’t wear a dress, but I do push up against her. I want her to talk to me as…

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• Till death.

  January 6, 2025

  I like when she crouches over me.  Her breasts against my leg, the soft ‘lump lump’ of her heart against my skin. She takes me Inside her mouth. Like she’s savoring me. And I think yes. That’s what I want forever. Just to be savored. To be important to someone, needed, mandatory.  To be irreplace...

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• It’s already a dream darling.

  December 8, 2024

  She wakes me up by slowly jacking off my erection. Her fingers soft and languid.  Her hand dry and firm against me. “Go brush, and whatever and then come back!, do not let the dog out.” Her touch makes me clench and my cock jumps against her hand. So I do, and I do go…

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• We have enough time for it all.

  November 20, 2024

  Election night. We watch it and smart phone it and Wikipedia it all night. Till we are filled with numbers and polls and stuff. It is not my thing, Morry’s. But I like to do this thing with her. I like to flit. In and out and watch how she gets excited and tells me…

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• Just take what you want.

  October 21, 2024

  She says: Just take what you want. And I feel this involuntary jerk In my groin. She smiles warmly, like the taste of caramel in my mouth and Chantilly lace. Just so smooth and sweet. So much southern charm soaking in gin and bourbon and a wonderful smile. Her smile lights up my heart. Go…

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• A cold day in hell.

  October 15, 2024

  We are in the half light of the longest day of the year. She leans her arm down, stroking me with the other and watching me.  I hear the tic sound of a cooling fireplace, the wind outside, The woman with the green skirt dances across her sky. We have waves of movement really as…

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• Just…

  October 5, 2024

  We are thoughts in the eastern squall of a hurricane. We make no apologies, and we offer no mercy. She is lovely. Not just her like a faery tale, but her, the meat of her. I want that, and I know she’ll drag us to dark places but her hands on me are like being…

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