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Fingertips graze my skin,raising phantom linesburning across my bodyNipples rise, straining upward…Back arching,purring need rumblesfrom my thr..
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~to Paule and NicolaI“She’s had a slide,”the islanders say,“girl has a cemeteryinside a her.”Empty contractionssqueeze t..
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I
could have run away. Lord knows
that
tiny girl with big brown eyes
and
toothless old lady grin sleeping
in
a picnic basket her first..
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A Story by Kaara
A D/S short story
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his wife never stirs as he slips nakedfrom the bed and crouches silently.his hand slides beneath the pillow,pulling 8 long inches of black coatedsteel..
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a series of poems I've been working on describing the Vietnam vets who raised me.
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Tonight I drove out into the stormSearching, seeking solace on the rainSlicked back roads in unknown towns.Dialed into a classical blues stationThe sy..
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If your life is on an even keel,Said the preacher man,YouHad better watch out.Waves,they are a’coming.Waves are all I’ve ever known, I tho..
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A Chapter by Kaara
River took his time picking out gear and stowing it in his pack. He wanted to be sure that everything he might possibly need was easily at hand, but m..
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A Chapter by Kaara
Somewhere around the 13th floor, the Machinists started out as simple maintenance workers, keeping the building working. But that was in the backwhen,..
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