• I do nothing all day.

    They ask me what I do all daynow I've left the working life,"Oh nothing much," I always sayand spare them all the strife. But today I rose and breakfasted,and stripped the bed down bare,put three loads of washing onand hung...

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  • Unconditional

    Love’s always been a tricky concept for me to articulate. The moment it depends on reasons, it stops being love and turns into an exchange,something that lasts only as long as the reasons do.Ask your partner why they love...

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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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    Inking Ink 8 - an interview with Kay-1

    Tonight I am interviewing Kay-1, who is new to the Stars community and I dare say, shed some light on her thereabouts most shortly. Kay, tell the readers who you are.      I’m Kay, a storyteller at heart. At...

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    Sniffing the Wildwood Flower

    Sniffing the wildwood flower that blooms in the inkwell of my mind, where once there were woods. Now insanity vines deeper than my tattoo of grief—I carve the veins in Mama's wrists, blue as the bruises left by her...

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