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    In Charcoal Tones

    In painted ink, with charcoal tones, I confess waiting for Charon.The water too thick for the crossing, watching the gray rise. A single, distant, sickly gas lamp stabs at the gloom, offering notlight, but a suggestion of form—a spectral...

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  • Not sure if anyone remembers this song. How the words and vocals just touch something inside

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    The Quill's Shadoo

    ...𝖇𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖞 𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖑'𝖘 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖔, 𝖔𝖋𝖋 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉, 𝕾𝖊𝖑𝖘𝖚𝖓 𝕭𝖑𝖚𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖜 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖔𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖗 𝖉𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖆 𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖊, 𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖓 𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖘𝖒 𝖒𝖞 𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖗, 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖉, 𝖜𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖇𝖞...

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    ...when I only fucked women

      She came up behind me as I was taking off my makeup, and wrapped her arms around my waist. “Vienes a la cama, Amor?”  Are you coming to bed, love? I smiled and closed my eyes. She didn’t initiate often, but fuck. Just...

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    • Based on this artiusing piece, I think in my next life I’d like to be a woman.
      Great write.
      👍

    • Passionately penned, Betty. Excellent storytelling per usual really love the layers in your writes. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • Thanks Damian. It’s so much harder for me to write this narrative voice, and I appreciate that you foind nuance.

    • Stinking, reeking, sweating womanly sex – so hot my knees are trembling!

    • Gardenias and Jasmine! Aren’t you the lucky one, girl?! Cherish the moment! Harriet-Jacqui Furl writing as HJ Furl on Amazon.

    • Why, why did this have to end? lol I know life continues but this is hot.

      • I mean, we had to work. 🙂

        When it was one of THOSE nights with the one who got away, it feels like it never ends… god above… it feels like eternity in every steaming breath. Smooth skin and soft breasts and held-breath cries… yeah. It feels forever.

        Thanks for dropping in Fia and supporting me. I don’t know what I’m doing right now, but I’m appreciative to have space to stretch my fingers and figure it out.

    • What the hell?! You literally described Del. And in another subliminal way that I noticed, because I’m kinda like rain man sometimes. LOL. So what if I’m quirky!
      BTW, if I was a female, I’d be lesbian. I get it.
      Your erotica is intense and not pornish. That is because you are a skilled writer!
      I’m still waiting for more of your heady writes. But I know you’re on a purge. So have at it. Thankfully you’re good at all subject matter.

      • Bro, when I said I’d fucking take your woman from you if you were an asshole? I MEANT it. I’d totally steal your woman from you. (She’s hot!)

        Thanks. The intimacy is so, so different, and structuring it in a way that was less textbook and more opera is still challenging. I might write for my gay half for a while. (My straight half has had the shit kicked out of it for some years.)

        I don’t know what’s next as Betty. I don’t know if she has much left in the way of heady writing. We shall see.

        Love you bro. I mean, really. (Be good to your girl or else!)

    • She is incredible. So I’m not an asshole just for her! LOL.

      “Betty” needs to celebrate being Betty across a few topics, etc. You have a very human way with words that everyone can relate to, and wish that they themselves had the inner voice to get down in words. So embrace it all. You are very well rounded.

    • Really love the go between you and Styxian, great commenting. The piece can’t be denied for it’s steaminess, it’s like watching a flick, tight

      • Styx is seriously my brother-from-another-mother. Glad you dug it my friend. Really glad.

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    Sinking into a Cold Pulse -- with Atticus Abbey

    Your hands are a slow, deliberate scriptsnowing cold glass frozen in marroweach syllable, a fucking shardwhere my lips have beencarved into your flesh—up to my toesiesthe cunt has worn Into a hollow, seeping starepulsing for sharp kisses in the airyou...

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