erotic_writing Doar Let me dip my pen in your inkwell. 040728 ... puredream Let me nibble your quill and taste the ink. 040728 ... Doar Can I lightly write upon your paper? 040728 ... pete Mind if I mark my place with my fingers? 040728 ... Death of a Rose leather bound pleasure seeker 040728 ... pete i'll explore your curves with more than just my eyes.. 040728 ... Doar I'll be blind and read you by braille. 040728 ... pete I want to let my ink flow into your pages 040728 ... minnesota_chris I think you can do better than that Mr. Pete the cranky teacher 040728 ... unusual for me The unlined white paper...leather bound blank and waiting...waiting to be filled with my words.... Pain Caress Embrace Sweat Waiting to be scratched by the point of my pen till the words over flow off your edge and are backed up inside my pen waiting for their release again. 040728 ... minnesota_chris the semen metaphor is overplayed. And kinda gross. Write how writing is sexy. 040729 ... pete let's explore what lays beyond the words 040729 ... Death of a Rose You would be my favourite novel, one I would read over and over again. 040729 ... stork daddy if you were a novel, i wouldn't skip to the end, i'd take it line by line, earmarking favorites as i go. 040729 ... Death of a Rose I would quote your words as softly as the arrival of morning. 040729 ... pete the best climax doesn't always come right at the end 040729 ... Doar I love your use of punctuation 040729 ... unusual for me Wasn't a semen metaphor... That's how you took it. Think along the lines of desire..feeling..need...want and even perhaps the feeling you get when you just have to get something down on paper..it's that good and you scribble it anywhere a napkin or your hand, perhaps... Only the author ever knows for sure what he/she means. 040729 ... Unusual for me (refers to both pete's blathe and mine. Both could be misconstrued..) 040729 ... Doar well "Unusual for me", I enjoyed your contribution very much. Pete and Stork Daddy are both great writers as well. 040729 ... bloodstreams is finesse of the sway and circular motions with thoughts of your movements and curve of your hips. Deep red ink expanding on pressure like fingertips crawling on soft smooth skin. It's anticipation of climax through a foreplay of words. Caressing your body, I sculpture new life, creating a thousand more words with your image. 040731 ... birdmad the warm rush of the summer storm's first winds was like one lover's breath over the other's anxious skin. thunder_storm'd and it was a million hearts palpitating in something just off of unison 040801 ... birdmad the warm rush of the summer storm's first winds was like one lover's breath over the other's anxious skin. thunder_storm'd and it was a million hearts palpitating in something just off of unison 040801 ... Syrope the pen cap got in the way of my fantasy, i found that i wasn't so interested in writing as in getting lost in thought and letting the pen trace my lips, imagining that you'd let me taste you again 040801 ... pete ink is my life blood :) will you wash away my stains, from your hidden spots, or will you let me develop the ramblings into a deeper plot? 040802 ... a peter greenaway film the_pillow_book 040802 ... Doar A graceful arc her fingers trace on my hand. A slight pressure, as pressure bends my thoughts to have everthing with her. 040803 ... egger word_sex 040804 ... stork daddy he broke through the thin maginot line of her blouse with his hands. they moved with the deft and hungry assurance of an animal that is deft and hungry. he whispered to her, your lips are warm and soft, like arby's roast beef. she replied, show me, honey, your yogurt pistol...and mean it. 040804 ... Death of a Rose Holy Fast food Batman! Stork, ya put a smile and a chuckle on the face..... arbey roast beef....heheh.. yogurt piston....even more hehehe 040804 ... Moron "pistol" 040804 ... pete i saw your eyes in my words, hiding between the letters, peeking and smiling seductively as i wrote my notes 040804 ... Syrope i used to be so good at it... i don't feel like i do anything well enough for you 040804 ... misstree please, i need to put my tongue to your ear and pour such honeyed phrases, thick with salty sweat and tensely parsed against your pricked ears. let my breaths burst against your half-grinning cheeks, i will spit up from this page from you, passionate even in impotence, and someday, you will see me famous and you will know what happened to those naked poems of you i took and promised no one would ever see. and then who's got the power? (blargle blargle) 040804 ... Doar I still hold the power of my creation and demise. And that is what power is meant to be, choices on your own determining, none others, for if you do live by anothers case study, you will surely barter your power away. 040813 ... smurfus rex It is said that the pen is mightier than the sword. It is true that the sword is longer, wider, harder, and shinier than the pen; an instrument capable of delivering the Final Death upon anyone in its path. However, the pen, in its diminutive way, conquers hearts without spilling blood, a little sword capable of delivering the little death upon anyone in its path. So, which death would you rather have today? 040814 ... misstree i tink my pen has run dry. 's been so long i can't even describe it properly anymore. shameful, feeble attempts dip their toes in the pool, but the bracing immersion is missing, slipped behind a fridge somewheres. needs more entertainment. now, dammit. 050714 ... LegionB4U sugarplums sugerplums 050714 ... stork daddy the soap dropped and made a thud that resounded throughout the steamy showerroom. it was a noise that seemed to inspire more trepidation in these hardened criminals than a bullet being fired. everything was deathly quiet. and then he came in. 050714 ... jane i'll read between your lines 050714 ... stork daddy i'll crumple you up into a little ball and revise until i get it right. 050714 ... a thimble in time Tonight I am going to commit a crime of passion. You are my motive, my accomplice, my victim. 050714 ... a thimble in time Tonight I am going to commit a crime of passion. You are my motive, my accomplice, my victim. 050714 ... Doar i will bind you in the soft leather of my love. 050715 ... the awful truth Dear _____, Riding the bus the other day, sitting in the back row with the old women and their rolly-grocery carts, and the dirty hobos with their fingerless gloves and brown paper bags. And the high school kids laughing around me, and the nauseating lurch of the bus, suddenly There I am, in your room, flat on my back. Your thighs press my ears. I feel your fingers running down my spine, between my legs, down to my toes and back up. You press yourself into my face. You grab my ankles and take me into your mouth, warm and wet, and deep. Yes you do. 060622 ... . He barged through the door, cock in hand, and shouted, "Do you fancy a fuck?" "I do now, you smooth talking bastard", she chortled raucously in her distinctive gravelly tone. 060623 ... Doar well, this page is headed for the drugstore at the bottom of the hill fast. 060623 ... Doar I slide my breathe upon your covers, both sides I slide, Your pages entice me, induce me, introduce me to all the fantasies I see beneath you pages. I read you and am fascinated by your words, your plot line, your enthralling enrapture. Even the middle of you, I continue to scan your pages. I do not want this storey to end. But it does. And then I begin again, to read you. . 111112 ... arwyn scared me. I was more nervous writing my first sex scene than I was losing my own virginity. I've grown to be more okay with it, now it's just intimidating. I don't want to write about fantasies. I want to write realism and emotively. I can only hope that comes across. 181008 what's it to you? who go blather from