Tag Archives: Erotic Romances

those ruby lips

Pamela’s damn pretty, a real treasure, huge piles of gold and gems and pearls. She’s so much more attractive than any other girl I’ve dated that I’ve never felt in control. Maybe I don’t really deserve her. I felt it … Continue reading

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up the stairs

Pamela always makes me feel like I’m trying to get away with something. I have never been easy about her being mine, as though she isn’t or won’t be or both. Whenever I’m with her, it’s like the cops are … Continue reading

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amused myself

I finished my drink and then amused myself with studying the Trent parlor. Expensive hutches held pristine arrangements of ceramic figurines and imported pottery. Photographs leaned on tables with the wry smiles of vacationing relatives. The environment was warm and … Continue reading

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zealous efforts

“Control in that sense is the artistry. I have studied and practiced the control of delivery, timing and phrasing. But control is a workman’s skill, achieved by practice, by rote. Control is easy, but it can smother creativity, when left … Continue reading

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melodically jazzing

Unbridled, my filly and I like to frolic in the fields. Diana laughs sweetly, teasingly, melodically jazzing us on the route between circumstances, endlessly orbiting our invisible nucleus with the electric synchronicity of a free roaming couple, our footsteps echoing … Continue reading

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feeling lost

“Yeah, but this was one of those old stone castles and I was walking down the hallway, feeling lost. There were big red and black tapestries, you know, the kind that have big battles woven into them and there were … Continue reading

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bowl of Crunch

“There was one time,” Mark said, “Did I ever tell you this?” Brian shrugged. “Steph was over and we’d been going at it most of the afternoon. I always loved that about her. She could give a whole day to … Continue reading

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