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Read MoreYou know, back in the day I love me some young men I was willowy, I was spring, Damn I was May I was down to trying every position conceivable Hormones were rampant The body and spirit were ready, willing, and able As work starts...
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Thank you, John. As long as you feel it deep down, then I did it right. lol
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Passionately penned, Fia. You always make the temperature hotter with your writes my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thank you, Damian I try to raise the heat when I can. ;))
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” They start with that whisper that hits behind the ear
A practiced tone
That causes goose bumps and raises those baby hairs ”
Yeahhh…this paints a pic of some nice memories.
Nicely written
Naaj
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Thank you, Naaj😊
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I’ve always been accused of being a grown man… now you know why… this was a great story.. perfectly done…love it.
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Thank you, Sam., You do the whisper thing? Nice;))
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Read More⸻We didn’t need a manual.We had parents who were there—not hovering, not micromanaging,just there.And that was enough.So we learned to handle life.Alone. Early.And just fine.We were told what to doand when to do it.No debates, no feelings circles.No “gentle...
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What a ride. This is fantastic. I was one of those latchkey kids as well. We did it and made it work. Ingenuity & creativity. It made us for what we are today. We weren’t kids sitting in the corner crying about spilled milk or some lame ass shit they cry over today. Nice work here.
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Hi there Vision, I don’t know, I’ve been on this whole spinnaker of how life used to be. I think it’s the fact that the past 30 + years, life in America has just been decimated and eliminated; everything America was, is truly gone. And I’m feeling the burn. It’s not like generations before, where things would change and that was the way life goes, but it hasn’t just changed, It’s just gone.
Thank you for visiting. I always appreciate your presence on my page❤️
Jackie
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I don’t agree with everything but that’s okay. Your work makes you think. It’s a topic that is right at the front of the world but everyone is ignoring it. I like how you just tackled the issue in the room.
You might enjoy Ray Bradbury’s short Story “The Veld” it echoes what you are highlighting here.
Keep up the intensity my friend
I really enjoyed thisJames
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Nice to see you James. I appreciate you coming by to read me. It’s just a crazy world we live in. That’s all. And I will check out Ray Bradbury Veld.
Thank you my friend
Jackie
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Read MoreFive Minute Cuck a story, in verse I watched her walk in As she glanced ‘round the room To the smell of cheap gin And expensive perfume I could tell right away That this lady had class The way she sashayed...
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Read MorePlage de la Batteriea story in limericksAs I lolled on the beach there in Cannes Jonesing babes clothed in nothing but tan Watching sandal-clad honeys Flaunt sweet coiffured cunnies— I yearned...
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Read MoreI'm Pussy-Whipped by You 1 In the morning when you rise I’ll slip my face between your thighs The tongue foretells the cock’s reprise Whilst pussy-licking you In the night time as you sleep My lips and tongue explore your keep My...
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Love the sheer erotic narrative here that draws me in and makes me want to stay until the very end. Truly a hot poem that inspired bedroom thoughts and feelings. I could feel this deep down where the sun doesn’t shine.
John