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Jaqueline has sold her pricey perfect pumps to see her favorite band, Splitting Cells, and maybe meet her dream guy, the hunky lead singer. She doesn’t expect to meet a nightmare instead of a dream, or a blue-eyed giant named Clive, or the whole macho throwing punches thing, oh–and some toe curling sex. Jaq finds out that sometimes reality is better than the dream. Warning: EXPLICIT SEX & LANGUAGE

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Bridget snorted laughter and followed. Her shoulder brushed Jacqueline’s as they followed the bouncer. She noted on his badge that his name was Clive. She liked it. And she liked his tight little ass in his…
“Hey! I thought you were here for Drake. Looks like you have a thing for Mr. Chatty.”
Jacqueline wanted to smack her. She could tell that Bridget was barely containing her laughter. Instead of reverting to a cat fight, she smiled. The biggest fakest smile ever. “I am just wound up. I’m sure it’s a rush of hormones.”
“Or those jeans. Man. He don’t say much but then again, he doesn’t need to.”
“Bridget!”
“Oh, don’t go all high and mighty on me now. Besides, judging by his reaction, Gigantor has a thing for you.”
“Shut up! Shut up, shut up!” Oh my god. His shoulders were shaking. Was he laughing? Had he heard?
“Ladies,” he said and let them proceed.
“Oh, a spiral staircase,” Jacqueline said. “Is there another…uh. Is there possibly a…” She felt woozy just looking at it. Thanks to a nasty slip on a wet wrought iron staircase as a kid, she was deathly afraid spiral stairs and heights. She’s had a concussion and a broken ankle and now a healthy fear of the things. She did fine going up large staircases and escalators and elevators as long as she couldn’t see the ground receding. But just like her childhood nemesis, these steps were ornate iron work and you could see through them.
“Nope. Elevator is out. This is it. It’s an old club. Used to be a movie theater for the silent films.” Clive looked amused, confused and interested all at once.
“So, the only way to Drake Wellington is up these steps?” Bridget leaned against the banister as noisy laughter and a riot of music drifted down from above.
“Yep. What part of ‘only way’ are you two ladies not getting?” It was a good natured jibe, though. Not nasty. But Jacqueline still felt like crying.
“Oh that is rich,” Bridget laughed. But then the laughter left her face and the pity came. “Come on, kiddo. I’ll walk in front of you and the Jolly Green Giant here can walk behind you and between us we’ll get you up there.”
“She afraid?” Clive asked in a very soft voice. He didn’t seem to take offense to Bridget’s name calling or her in-your-face personality. If anything he looked sympathetic and concerned.
“Deathly. Like you would not believe. She will die a thousand deaths and never forgive herself if she gets this close to meeting Drake and the rest of the band and wusses out. It would be too much for her.”
“Let’s go then,” he said. He took a step toward her and she felt that buzzing deep in her center again. Like her vibrator only more intense. More…real
“I can’t,” she breathed. Her eyes welled up with tears and though she was embarrassed, she couldn’t help it.
Big, big Clive leaned in and kissed her. A soft, tender, yet invading kiss. The kind that had her lips parting for him almost immediately and had the crotch of her tiny panties wet in seconds. “Shut your eyes,” he said into her mouth.
“What?” She had somehow managed to wind her hands around his thick warm neck and she was letting his tongue track slow circles around hers. Jacqueline wondered what she would do if they were alone. Would her clothes be off already? Probably.
“I said, shut your eyes,” he whispered and pulled back. He was trying to focus her attention away from her fear. It was working.

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Maisie, a young lady with an usual craving for anal sex, seduces every man she can to get it from behind. Over 150 pages of steamy, butt-pounding, one-handed reading!

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The first time around I contented myself with warm kisses pressed on half-parted willing lips in the darkness of the tunnels and caverns as we speeded through.

As we started on the second trip, I raised my arm over her shoulder and let my had rest lightly over one of her small but firm little bubbies, and as no objection was made to the contact, I ventured a bit further, and squeezed it softly.

On the third trip around, this same hand was on the inside of her bodice over her bare breast instead of on the outside. It’s mate was under the hem of her short skirt lying on the smooth skin just above the top of her silk stocking—and disposed to go higher.

On the fourth and final trip the hand last referred to had deftly found its way up the inside of a panty leg and was in pleasant contact with something softly hairy, warm, and very moist.

All this had been accomplished with the complete acquiescence and entire complacency of the little miss with the baby face and woman’s legs. City girls are more sensible than country girls.

When we got off the car I had such a hard-on, I wondered uneasily whether people would notice my pants sticking out in front.

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Before the emancipation of the slaves, my father, who was of English origin, owned vast and rich plantations in the Antilles. It was on one of them that I was born. At my baptism, I was given the name of Regine.

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I should mention that my nurse was very learned in herbs. She boasted that with her knowledge, she could cure any ailment known to man.

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One evening, she prepared the beverage, but I noticed it had a more penetrating odour than usual. Perhaps because of my stomach, it had a disagreeable taste. When she was not looking, I started to empty the contents of the cup in a flower pot, but she caught me. At her insistence, I did manage to get a few drops down.

The need I had for sleep undoubtedly came from the brew, but it seemed weaker for I woke up after only a few hours. Moonbeams were shining through the curtain into my room. By their light, I was able to make out the clock face. It was just a little after midnight.

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I was lying in bed, wrapped up in those thoughts, when a low whistle caught my attention. Dora also had heard it, for she quickly got up and whispered: “Is that you, Dandy?”

The whistle was repeated.

“It’s all right for you to come in,” she said. “The child is dead to the world.”

A dark form appeared at the window. I recognised him. He was an overseer, a good-looking mulatto who was known to be a passionate admirer of Dora. He took her in his arms and gave her a long kiss.

“Are you sure the girl is sound asleep? I’d like to take a look at that little cunt of hers,” he said.

“Of course she’s asleep. My herb tea never fails.”

Walking on tiptoe, the mulatto approached my bed. Gently he lifted the sheets and slipped his hand between my thighs. I pretended that I was asleep, although I found it hard to remain motionless. His fingers were tickling me. Soon I experienced that pleasure I had before. For fear that the delightful sensation would stop, I kept myself rigid as a rock.

“What an adorable little cunt she has,” he commented. “Do you know, Dora, I’d like to be the first to pluck that enticing flower.”

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Marie had a desire, but she was shell-shocked when she was given the opportunity to fulfil that desire. She never dreamed it would involve her being introduced to the world of bondage and spanking as well as other alternative lifestyle activities, all recorded on camera.

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Sex Poetics is a coffee table style pillow book which is enticing to read by all mature audiences. This erotic anthology is full of sexual connotation which will keep you entertained from beginning to end.

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ABC’s of Sex
Oh! Masturbation
The Three Bares
The Cunning Linguist
The Dominatrix
Reign Over Me
Checkmate
Explicit Lyrics
Play It By Ear
The Masochist
In Bloom
The Secret Garden

Erotic Short Stories

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The Love Story
The Maintenance Man
Attorney At Law: Article One
Attorney At Law: Article Two
Mr. and Mrs.
Memoir Of A Dominion
Picture Perfect
Happy Hour
One Night of Passion
You Got Male
Dirty Laundry

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Haiku Example #1

Self-masturbation
Alone and weathered in time
A willful journey

Haiku Example #63

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