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#Free read "The Ride" #erotic #shortstory  I'll miss you summer...(sighs)

8/23/2013

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The Ride
8/22/13

He was a rebel and I was happy to go along for the thrill. We snuck into an amusement park after closing. How he had a Master Key for the rides, I’ll never know. We played around on the carousel, rocked the Ferris Wheel, ran through the fun house, but there was one ride I will never forget.

“Come on Cindy.” He looked like an 80s rebel-without-a-cause cliché. And boy did I follow him like a puppy-dog. I took his fingerless-gloved hand. I rested my head on his shoulder; staring at his gold dangle dagger earring, as he led me to the platform.

He turned to me, removed my cardigan, as his lips caressed mine, gently at first. His hand roamed and groped my ass, lifting the skirt of my dress. May panties slowly drifted to the platform and he knelt, his head under my sundress.

“Roger,” I moaned, unable to stand, as he spread my lips apart, Strawberry patches splotched across my chest, as my arousal hazed my thoughts.

“Come with me.” He licked his lips as he stood, dragging me along.

I whimpered from the loss of heat and the abrupt stop. He took me to the rollercoaster. “Roger?” I turned; he had already set it up and returned, rolling a condom over himself.

He sat in a seat; his erect cock waiting for me to mount it. Roger fingered me to come over with a dark look in his eyes. Unsure, I meekly went over and he guided me to sit on him.

“What if I fall out?” I gasped at the fullness.

“I won’t let you go baby,” he said through a groan, as I slid up and down his dick. He pulled the handle bar down behind me.

“How?” I was about to ask about it would go, when Roger pulled a latch, and we were off.

Looking deep into his eyes, as we rose up the first climb, my heart raced. At the peak I clung hard to him. The drop was breathtaking—literally. It was deeper than I’d ever experienced. Each turn, each rattle, each rock and clack, edged me. My eyes were now tightly squeezed, as we began another ascension. My body was firing, ready to burst. And on the last drop it did. I screamed, digging my face into his neck, squeezing my thighs.

“Ffffuck, Cindy,” he hissed into my ear, as we pulled back into the line behind thee other cars.

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#Free read by Stephanie & Sir #shortstory @stephanieandsir

8/19/2013

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As you know I like to share, and I saw this on Google and asked if I could post it on my page. So here is a sizzling read to get all your excitement flowing. Please feel free to leave comment's for the author, not yet pubbed my friend.

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In the middle of the night, I wake you, I say nothing. I turn you round to face me and hold you tight in my grasp as i look deep into your eyes, like a lion sizing up a mate. Before we know it, I am on top of you, you couldn't if you wanted to and I am fighting every urge that is telling me to kiss, lick, bite and penetrate you, as we can feel the anticipation build between us. What is seconds feels, like minutes, or hours as our bodies start to quiver, your scent gets stronger and stronger, your moans get louder and louder, and my breathing gets heavier and heavier...



The passion becomes so strong, it feels like the world is over, no one else exists, except me and you, and this amazing heat between us. I finally touch you. gently at first, your so wet now my fingers slide easily over your lips, teasing your throbbing hole as you beg me to enter you...



I stop, to taste the fruit of your body, the taste feels like it lights a fuse deep inside me, and i lose control of my mind, body and soul, the only thing left is my passion for you, and in that moment nothing could tear me away from you...



I thrust my tongue deep into your mouth, you can taste your own flavour on my tongue and its as though the fire spreads from me to you and we become two animals, acting only on instinct, this is all we need...



Holding your arms above your head i enter you, my full length disappears inside you, you moan but their are no more sounds, everything becomes a blur as we lose ourselves in ecstacy, there are only feelings now. The passion between us is so strong every time we touch it creates hundreds of impulses that ripple through our bodies, and the stronger the touch the stronger the feelings. We sink our teeth into each others flesh, so deep sometimes that blood is drawn, but the red only fuels the fire more as we continue to lose ourselves in each other...


What feels like hours or days, finally ends in a moment, it feels like we've died and gone to heaven, everything is quiet, just me and you, the fire disappears as quickly as it erupted, now reduced to a single candle flame, between us, as we share a deep embrace, and slowly fall back to sleep, still not saying a word...

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Burn me, like a moth to a flame #poetry

8/15/2013

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A friend and poet Robert Zimmermann graciously posted this for me on his page on August 8th. The link to his page is: A Life Among The Pages

Thanks so much Rob and to everyone who like and Retweeted it for me. The feedback on my work has been phenomenal and I appreciate it and all of you.
"Burn me, like a moth to a flame"
Like a moth to a flame you draw me in.
And every time I am invited by the warm heavenly glow.
You calm my nerves, rub out those wrinkles, and hug away those tears.
You know just what to say; sometimes I think you know me more than I do myself.

You make me laugh and smile and our souls mingle.

But it’s only a façade.
You hold your palm up every time, keeping me out of reach.
Holding my lips from yours, my heart resides outside the gate you’ve created.
And the key, it seems, will be forever dangled in my face.

And like that proverbial moth, I get burned…every time.
I fall every time.
Still I haven’t learned, still invited by that warm heavenly glow.
Who’s going to calm my nerves now, rub out those wrinkles, and hug those tears away that you’ve made.
You know just what to say because you know me so well.
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