Emergence from the Womb of Chaos: A Story of Heroism and Sexuality
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The Cucumber’s Cool Grip: A Surrealist Tale of vulgar and love
The Cucumber’s Cool Grip: A Surrealist Tale of vulgar and love
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Suction and Seduction: A Story of Love and Machines
Suction and Seduction: A Story of Love and Machines
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The Appliance of Desires: Where Sex Meets Technology and Beyond
The Appliance of Desires: Where Sex Meets Technology and Beyond
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The Vacuum’s Velvet Tongue: A Surrealist Tale of Desire and Disruption
The Vacuum’s Velvet Tongue: A Surrealist Tale of Desire and Disruption
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Her Mouth Was a Circus, and I Was the Clown” Red noses optional, but humiliation guaranteed.
Her Mouth Was a Circus, and I Was the Clown”
Red noses optional, but humiliation guaranteed.
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“She Said It Was for Science, Then Laughed All the Way Down” A blowjob as an experiment in joy, chaos, and gag reflexes.
She Said It Was for Science, Then Laughed All the Way Down”
A blowjob as an experiment in joy, chaos, and gag reflexes.
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She told the world’s worst joke before swallowing the punchline.
She told the world’s worst joke before swallowing the punchline.
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The kind of girl who tells jokes between orgasms and makes you question your whole life in the best way.
The kind of girl who tells jokes between orgasms and makes you question your whole life in the best way.
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Ass Like a Bakery, Heart Like a Loaded Gun. She Sat Like Sugar, Asked If I Wanted a Taste
Ass Like a Bakery, Heart Like a Loaded Gun. She Sat Like Sugar, Asked If I Wanted a Taste
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A Tale of Autumnal Possession and the Gourd of Unspeakable Vice
A Tale of Autumnal Possession and the Gourd of Unspeakable Vice
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A descent into obsession, where the line between woman and beast is blurred by lust, loneliness, and a garden left too long untended.
A descent into obsession, where the line between woman and beast is blurred by lust, loneliness, and a garden left too long untended.
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A traveling salesman finds more than perfume in a stranger’s satchel—he finds temptation wrapped in lace and sealed with a smirk.
A traveling salesman finds more than perfume in a stranger’s satchel—he finds temptation wrapped in lace and sealed with a smirk.
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On the hottest day of summer, a widow opens every window—and one shy neighbor’s imagination—until the curtains no longer matter.
On the hottest day of summer, a widow opens every window—and one shy neighbor’s imagination—until the curtains no longer matter.
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A tailor’s apprentice learns that some seams are meant to be undone—and that the softest fabric often hides the wildest truth.
A tailor’s apprentice learns that some seams are meant to be undone—and that the softest fabric often hides the wildest truth.
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A feline of questionable morals disappears from a parlor in Queens, leading to a tangled tale of stolen hearts, silk gloves, and scandalous silhouettes.
A feline of questionable morals disappears from a parlor in Queens, leading to a tangled tale of stolen hearts, silk gloves, and scandalous silhouettes.
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Wherein a well-read librarian with an unexpected hobby teaches a prudish poet that some pages are best unbound.
Wherein a well-read librarian with an unexpected hobby teaches a prudish poet that some pages are best unbound.
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A light-footed fable of an uptight gentleman who commissions a life study for ‘aesthetics’—and ends up paying in reputation, not coin.
A light-footed fable of an uptight gentleman who commissions a life study for ‘aesthetics’—and ends up paying in reputation, not coin.
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In which a midnight model’s pose leads to the discovery of a stolen Degas, a mislaid heart, and a very confused insurance adjuster.
In which a midnight model’s pose leads to the discovery of a stolen Degas, a mislaid heart, and a very confused insurance adjuster.
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A traveling contortionist with a spine like silk unravels a small-town mayor’s ambitions with one elegant performance—and a forged telegram.
A traveling contortionist with a spine like silk unravels a small-town mayor’s ambitions with one elegant performance—and a forged telegram.
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She bit her lip, then the other woman’s ass. They laughed. “Ain’t dead yet,” she said.
She bit her lip, then the other woman’s ass. They laughed. “Ain’t dead yet,” she said.
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They moaned like old wolves. Loose flesh, strong fingers. The room stank of sweat and memories.
They moaned like old wolves. Loose flesh, strong fingers. The room stank of sweat and memories.
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She said, “You still got it.” The other winked, slid two fingers in, and said, “Damn right I do.”
She said, “You still got it.”
The other winked, slid two fingers in, and said, “Damn right I do.” -
There were biscuits in the oven. There were tongues in places Sunday church never talked about.
There were biscuits in the oven. There were tongues in places Sunday church never talked about.
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One granny rode the other like a tractor on a field too dry to care. The third watched and rubbed slow, like stirring gravy.
One granny rode the other like a tractor on a field too dry to care. The third watched and rubbed slow, like stirring gravy.
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They took turns like passing a cigarette. Rough, easy. No talking, just breath and spit and thighs.
They took turns like passing a cigarette. Rough, easy. No talking, just breath and spit and thighs.
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The porch creaked. Inside, they were naked. Bent. Wet. She said, “Your turn.” And it was.
The porch creaked. Inside, they were naked. Bent. Wet. She said, “Your turn.” And it was.
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She had calloused hands and a tongue that didn’t quit. The women moaned into the day. Dogs barked outside. No one cared.
She had calloused hands and a tongue that didn’t quit. The women moaned into the day. Dogs barked outside. No one cared.
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They were old. Worn in the way whiskey bottles are. She took off her bra without a word. The other one licked her neck. The heat came slow, like the sun rising behind the barn.
They were old. Worn in the way whiskey bottles are. She took off her bra without a word. The other one licked her neck. The heat came slow, like the sun rising behind the barn.They were old. Worn in the way whiskey bottles are. She took off her bra without a word. The other one licked her neck. The heat came slow, like the sun rising behind the barn.
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didn’t even flinch when I dropped to my knees and buried my face in heaven’s filth. that taste— like whiskey and revenge.
didn’t even flinch when I dropped to my knees
and buried my face in heaven’s filth.
that taste—
like whiskey and revenge. -
and I worshipped like a starving priest at the altar of her backside— a holy place, where god moans and gasps.
and I worshipped like a starving priest
at the altar of her backside—
a holy place,
where god moans and gasps. -
she laughed, said most men were too proud for it. I said pride don’t get you wet, but this tongue? this tongue writes sonnets in the dark, one lick at a time.
she laughed,
said most men were too proud for it.
I said pride don’t get you wet,
but this tongue?
this tongue writes sonnets in the dark,
one lick at a time. -
The Art of Ass Licking: A Guide to Pleasure and Communication
The Art of Ass Licking: A Guide to Pleasure and Communication
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Navigating Power Dynamics in Intimate Relationships
Navigating Power Dynamics in Intimate Relationships
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The Complexity of Inter-generational Relationships
The Complexity of Inter-generational Relationships
