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The Beach

Cool waves, warm sands

Gentle breezes, salty air

Tight squeezes, wet hair

Beach blanket, hot within

Kisses deep, I take him in

He's Enormously wonderful!

We commit to our lust

I'm on the beach waiting.....

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The Beach
Cool waves, warm sands
Gentle breezes, salty air
Tight squeezes, wet hair
Beach blanket, hot within
Kisses deep, I take him in
He's Enormously wonderful!
We commit to our lust
I'm on the beach waiting.....

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Written by Vyxyn in portal Romance & Erotica

Expose

You look into my eyes

Feel the warmth and nearness of you

Your skin onto mine

My hot breath on your neck

Hearts beating harder, faster

Our rhythm moves in time

At that moment we see each other's

Souls.

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Expose
You look into my eyes
Feel the warmth and nearness of you
Your skin onto mine
My hot breath on your neck
Hearts beating harder, faster
Our rhythm moves in time
At that moment we see each other's
Souls.
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Written by Winterreign in portal Romance & Erotica

Mechanic talk

Talk mechanics to me papi.

How would you make the engine roar?

Do you like getting your hands real dirty,

How would you take care of the engine?

What would you teach me about cars?

How would you turn it on?

Hmm, papi.

Talk mechanics to me all night long.

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Written by Winterreign in portal Romance & Erotica
Mechanic talk
Talk mechanics to me papi.

How would you make the engine roar?
Do you like getting your hands real dirty,
How would you take care of the engine?
What would you teach me about cars?
How would you turn it on?
Hmm, papi.
Talk mechanics to me all night long.
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Written by Vyxyn in portal Romance & Erotica

Stand next to her Fire

He pretends he is fine.

Every time he sees her pictures or posts it drives him crazy!

The way she writes, the things she says,

the way she looks and the way her eyes

In her photographs always pierce his

soul is just uncanny.

He hasn't the courage to speak with her in person because he's afraid he will make a fool of himself which is silly.

He knows that deep down but he has issues.

She is honest and difficult to love because she is wild and childish and mature all at once.

If he has the courage to step up to his desire then he may have a chance to stand next to her fire.

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Written by Vyxyn in portal Romance & Erotica
Stand next to her Fire
He pretends he is fine.
Every time he sees her pictures or posts it drives him crazy!
The way she writes, the things she says,
the way she looks and the way her eyes
In her photographs always pierce his
soul is just uncanny.
He hasn't the courage to speak with her in person because he's afraid he will make a fool of himself which is silly.
He knows that deep down but he has issues.
She is honest and difficult to love because she is wild and childish and mature all at once.
If he has the courage to step up to his desire then he may have a chance to stand next to her fire.
#fantasy  #fiction  #romance 
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Written by RLW in portal Romance & Erotica

Man -- in the Moon

I drink you in

your skin and muscled bones

advance attention every

second in my sight

your lips, not pursed but parsed

with pouted pleasure

just the sweetest

shade of pink

I think

then stop such cerebral-ic nonsense as

my pulse pounds louder than

bold breakers on sweet shores

we’ve yet to wander, toe to toe

beneath the stars and sheets

of long-lived years

re-cognition

chorded, kindled, and caressed

our best

is yet to come

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Written by RLW in portal Romance & Erotica
Man -- in the Moon
I drink you in

your skin and muscled bones
advance attention every
second in my sight

your lips, not pursed but parsed
with pouted pleasure
just the sweetest
shade of pink

I think
then stop such cerebral-ic nonsense as
my pulse pounds louder than
bold breakers on sweet shores
we’ve yet to wander, toe to toe
beneath the stars and sheets
of long-lived years

re-cognition
chorded, kindled, and caressed

our best
is yet to come
#romance  #heart  #wonder  #truelove 
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Written by Winterreign in portal Romance & Erotica

vanilla & caramel swirl

Got to love ,

them vanilla icing though.

like goddam.

I wonder do vanilla

Would like to try

Some caramel?

White and caramel makes

White chocolate hehe.

Where them vanilla at though?

I bet they hiding from me.

I can't find them anywhere.

Come to me baby,

Tell me what is

Your favourite game

To play?

Truth or dare?

Strip poker?

Spin the bottle?

Or do you want to play

Some hide & freak?

Boy you know

You want to play..

Come play with me..

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Written by Winterreign in portal Romance & Erotica
vanilla & caramel swirl
Got to love ,
them vanilla icing though.
like goddam.

I wonder do vanilla
Would like to try
Some caramel?

White and caramel makes
White chocolate hehe.

Where them vanilla at though?

I bet they hiding from me.
I can't find them anywhere.

Come to me baby,
Tell me what is
Your favourite game
To play?

Truth or dare?
Strip poker?
Spin the bottle?

Or do you want to play
Some hide & freak?

Boy you know
You want to play..

Come play with me..
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Written by AtMilliways in portal Romance & Erotica

Voodoo

Someone had once accused Stanley of having been born with Hall Monitor stamped on his soul. As insults went it wasn’t particularly biting. Worse had certainly been thrown at him, both before and after becoming a traffic cop, it was just… really memorable. He didn’t know why it had gotten so far under his skin, but he still thought about it every now and then.

He was thinking about it when he pulled over a wildly swerving car. The driver took a long time to notice the flashing red and blue lights, which in Stanley’s experience usually meant he would have to write a DUI.

When both vehicles were stopped along the edge of the thankfully not very busy road he got out, walked around, and peered in through the passenger side window at quite possibly the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. But Stanley was unmoved. He just steeled himself for some bad flirting to get out of a ticket.

“License and registration please, ma’am.”

She blinked dazedly at him for a moment, then seemed to process the request. “Ohh,” she said, though it was really more like a moan. Then she handed him her slim pocketbook purse.

Stanley took it with a sigh. “Ma’am, would you mind telling me how much you’ve had to drink?”

Her pretty brown eyes opened wide and he saw that her pupils were dilated. “But I haven’t,” she protested. “I had one glass of wine with dinner but that was hours ago!” Her sentences were punctuated with odd little hitches and breathiness, almost as though she was panting.

“Ma’am,” he said, feeling very much like Hall Monitor Stanley, “could you please step out of the vehicle?”

“Nooo,” she moaned, and it was a real moan. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, although since the car was off all she accomplished was drawing his attention to the wedding band on her finger, and her back arched. The motion pulled her seat belt even tighter across her heaving breasts.

Stanley blushed.

The woman gulped air, taking deep breaths to try and steady herself before she tried again. “I’m not drunk,” she told him huskily. “It’s just that… that… ohhhh…” She bit her lip and squirmed in her seat.

“Whatever you say, ma’am, but you are really not okay to drive right now,” Stanley said in his best reasonable voice. He was used to being flirted at inexpertly, but this was downright filthy.

“It’s the dildo my husband gave me before he left on his trip,” she blurted out hastily. “It’s magic, it’s a voodoo dick! He told me how to make it stop but I can’t concentrate long enough to remem… re…” Her head lolled back against the headrest in apparent bliss.

He stared at her incredulously. This was really beyond the pale, so far beyond that he hardly knew how to respond, and to his discomfort her hands were moving down to the hem of her dress. He needed to call in backup, or an ambulance to take the woman to a hospital, or something.

“Voodoo dick my ass,” he sputtered, backing away hastily and heading back to his cruiser. But before he could make it back to his car, the wind was knocked out of him. He stumbled and fell against the hood of his car, limp at first with shock and then…

“Oh god,” he moaned. Stanley unconsciously spread his legs a little while he continued to lay sprawled out across the warm hood, as his inner hall monitor learned that he had a lot less interest in being squeaky clean than he’d previously thought.

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Voodoo
Someone had once accused Stanley of having been born with Hall Monitor stamped on his soul. As insults went it wasn’t particularly biting. Worse had certainly been thrown at him, both before and after becoming a traffic cop, it was just… really memorable. He didn’t know why it had gotten so far under his skin, but he still thought about it every now and then.

He was thinking about it when he pulled over a wildly swerving car. The driver took a long time to notice the flashing red and blue lights, which in Stanley’s experience usually meant he would have to write a DUI.

When both vehicles were stopped along the edge of the thankfully not very busy road he got out, walked around, and peered in through the passenger side window at quite possibly the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. But Stanley was unmoved. He just steeled himself for some bad flirting to get out of a ticket.

“License and registration please, ma’am.”

She blinked dazedly at him for a moment, then seemed to process the request. “Ohh,” she said, though it was really more like a moan. Then she handed him her slim pocketbook purse.

Stanley took it with a sigh. “Ma’am, would you mind telling me how much you’ve had to drink?”

Her pretty brown eyes opened wide and he saw that her pupils were dilated. “But I haven’t,” she protested. “I had one glass of wine with dinner but that was hours ago!” Her sentences were punctuated with odd little hitches and breathiness, almost as though she was panting.

“Ma’am,” he said, feeling very much like Hall Monitor Stanley, “could you please step out of the vehicle?”

“Nooo,” she moaned, and it was a real moan. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, although since the car was off all she accomplished was drawing his attention to the wedding band on her finger, and her back arched. The motion pulled her seat belt even tighter across her heaving breasts.

Stanley blushed.

The woman gulped air, taking deep breaths to try and steady herself before she tried again. “I’m not drunk,” she told him huskily. “It’s just that… that… ohhhh…” She bit her lip and squirmed in her seat.

“Whatever you say, ma’am, but you are really not okay to drive right now,” Stanley said in his best reasonable voice. He was used to being flirted at inexpertly, but this was downright filthy.

“It’s the dildo my husband gave me before he left on his trip,” she blurted out hastily. “It’s magic, it’s a voodoo dick! He told me how to make it stop but I can’t concentrate long enough to remem… re…” Her head lolled back against the headrest in apparent bliss.

He stared at her incredulously. This was really beyond the pale, so far beyond that he hardly knew how to respond, and to his discomfort her hands were moving down to the hem of her dress. He needed to call in backup, or an ambulance to take the woman to a hospital, or something.

“Voodoo dick my ass,” he sputtered, backing away hastily and heading back to his cruiser. But before he could make it back to his car, the wind was knocked out of him. He stumbled and fell against the hood of his car, limp at first with shock and then…

“Oh god,” he moaned. Stanley unconsciously spread his legs a little while he continued to lay sprawled out across the warm hood, as his inner hall monitor learned that he had a lot less interest in being squeaky clean than he’d previously thought.
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Written by Winterreign in portal Romance & Erotica

The Gemini goddess

I love to flirt

Big time and

Have a good time,

I love the art of seduction,

I love when a man

Flirts back with me

And don't ruin

The mood for me,

I love talking dirty

And knowing

I'm turning him on

With just my words,

Knowing i'm

Getting him all horny

And hot and bothered,

I love knowing

He is fantasizing

About me in bed,

I love how he plays along

And describe to me

In details

What he wants to do to me,

I don't love

A man who only

Thinks about

Pleasing himself,

I love a man

Who wants to

Please us both

And is not selfish,

I have a high sex drive

So it would be hard

To keep up with me,

I have a wild

Fantasies and fetishes

That i want to

Try in bed,

My imaginations

Is all over the place

And always running wild,

I love to experiment

And i have

A dominatrix side,

I love the chase

and the thrill

Like the predator

and prey,

I have my deep

Sexual , beast self

Hiding deep inside of me,

It would take the right man

To bring the animal out

To play,

If you bore me

Or are not

Exciting enough for me

Or can't keep me entertained

We won't get along,

If you can't keep up with me

I will not be waiting

Around in the sidelines,

You need to be

Exciting , a freak

And adventurous

For me to consider you,

I love man

Who loves

Trying something new,

I love receiving oral sex

And giving pleasure back,

When i'm sexually turned on

I end up talking dirty,

I can't help myself

Must be the animal inside,

Tell me..

Would you be able to bring out my horny beast lurking inside my self?

Or maybe, you won't be able to tame me or get the chance to see that side of me that is trying to break lose..

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Written by Winterreign in portal Romance & Erotica
The Gemini goddess
I love to flirt
Big time and
Have a good time,
I love the art of seduction,

I love when a man
Flirts back with me
And don't ruin
The mood for me,

I love talking dirty
And knowing
I'm turning him on
With just my words,

Knowing i'm
Getting him all horny
And hot and bothered,

I love knowing
He is fantasizing
About me in bed,

I love how he plays along
And describe to me
In details
What he wants to do to me,

I don't love
A man who only
Thinks about
Pleasing himself,

I love a man
Who wants to
Please us both
And is not selfish,

I have a high sex drive
So it would be hard
To keep up with me,

I have a wild
Fantasies and fetishes
That i want to
Try in bed,

My imaginations
Is all over the place
And always running wild,

I love to experiment
And i have
A dominatrix side,

I love the chase
and the thrill
Like the predator
and prey,

I have my deep
Sexual , beast self
Hiding deep inside of me,

It would take the right man
To bring the animal out
To play,

If you bore me
Or are not
Exciting enough for me
Or can't keep me entertained
We won't get along,

If you can't keep up with me
I will not be waiting
Around in the sidelines,

You need to be
Exciting , a freak
And adventurous
For me to consider you,

I love man
Who loves
Trying something new,

I love receiving oral sex
And giving pleasure back,

When i'm sexually turned on
I end up talking dirty,
I can't help myself
Must be the animal inside,

Tell me..

Would you be able to bring out my horny beast lurking inside my self?

Or maybe, you won't be able to tame me or get the chance to see that side of me that is trying to break lose..



#fantasy  #Gemini 
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Behind The Mask

by Lazarus Gray

     Don't wait to be hunted to hide...

     That was the advice she gave me. I wasn't sure what she meant at the time, but now that events have taken their twists and turns, all I can think is that she's somehow psychic. The web we're weaving together is growing beyond our capacity to control. The strands are beginning to tangle, and questions are being asked, eyebrows raised.

     The two personalities inside me have begun to compete for control. The suppressed side, that dark shadow that's always been in the background of my psyche has gained a strong voice of late. It's because of her. She's the one who brings out my dark side.

     I have no excuse. It's always been easy to pack that personality down, to sit on the metaphoric suitcase and click the latches closed. No-one needs to know what's not being let out of my head. Restraint. That's what our nanny-state society espouses. The papers and online news sites trumpet it between the lines of their daily bullshit.

     She's wearing away my restraint. The suitcase is bulging, and I can't sit on it while she's lying naked in front of me, chained to the bed. Her own restraint has melted away these last few months as we have intimately gotten to know one another. We've unlocked each other's secrets. I'm no longer sure I can control the raging beast that's trying to tear its way out of my skin.

     Normal life has never seemed so grey, so futile. Before we started fucking, that deep shade in my mind only emerged in my most private moments. Now, every time she draws close, I feel pieces of myself being ripped away, like a star dancing around a singularity.

It's getting harder to interact with normal people.

     There's a problem. She's got a life. One that's impossible to extract herself from.

     That's why she's here, chained to the bed. Did you think that was a metaphor, too? No. The chains are real. Her moans of pleasure are real. My lust is beyond real. It's beyond surreal. It's eating me up and spitting me out. As I enter her from behind, I can feel the beast straining within.

     She fights against the chains. She wants this like I do, but her problems run deeper. She's drowning in the tiny pond that she's been restricted to for the last decade. Her own beast has been prowling in circles for years, unsatisfied, mostly unnoticed.

     I take her by the hips and thrust her back and forth roughly. Her pelvis bucks gently as her damp muscles tighten around my swollen cock. Her throat bleeds her increasingly guttural ecstasy into the warm air. The urgency of my thrusts steal the breath from my lungs, and I see spots of darkness dancing in my vision. She strains harder against the tight chains that bind her, and as we both rise toward our animalistic crescendo, the sound of shearing metal cuts through our uninhibited grunting.

     Her chains break, snapping with the pressure of our need for each other. The skin of her back is rippling, like there's some living creature underneath, desperate for air and light. She reaches back and grabs my hips, thrusting me inside her. I take her by the wrists and shudder hard as incendiary flashes burn in the core of my belly. I'm coming, and I feel her muscles contract as she reaches the point of no return. That's when it happens.

The beasts have their way. The skin of her back splits slowly. Beads of blood drip from her sides. The blackness under the gaping wound takes shape, squirms its way out from beneath her quivering flesh.

     Then I understand.

     The skin of my own back sloughs away as our dark wings spread behind us. I withdraw and she turns to face me. Her eyes glow red, burn into me. Her wings extend fully, and she wraps them around me, drawing me close, breathing her pleasure into my throat.

     My wings enclose us both, and we embrace fiercely, never wanting to let go.

     Later, she dresses back into her conservative clothes. She straightens her hair and kisses me briefly, tells me that it's time to pick up her little one from school. Then she has to put dinner on for her husband.

     I have stuff to do as well. She glances back as she walks through the door. Her eyes flash red.

     Tomorrow... Tomorrow we'll fly.

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Behind The Mask
by Lazarus Gray

     Don't wait to be hunted to hide...
     That was the advice she gave me. I wasn't sure what she meant at the time, but now that events have taken their twists and turns, all I can think is that she's somehow psychic. The web we're weaving together is growing beyond our capacity to control. The strands are beginning to tangle, and questions are being asked, eyebrows raised.
     The two personalities inside me have begun to compete for control. The suppressed side, that dark shadow that's always been in the background of my psyche has gained a strong voice of late. It's because of her. She's the one who brings out my dark side.
     I have no excuse. It's always been easy to pack that personality down, to sit on the metaphoric suitcase and click the latches closed. No-one needs to know what's not being let out of my head. Restraint. That's what our nanny-state society espouses. The papers and online news sites trumpet it between the lines of their daily bullshit.
     She's wearing away my restraint. The suitcase is bulging, and I can't sit on it while she's lying naked in front of me, chained to the bed. Her own restraint has melted away these last few months as we have intimately gotten to know one another. We've unlocked each other's secrets. I'm no longer sure I can control the raging beast that's trying to tear its way out of my skin.
     Normal life has never seemed so grey, so futile. Before we started fucking, that deep shade in my mind only emerged in my most private moments. Now, every time she draws close, I feel pieces of myself being ripped away, like a star dancing around a singularity.
It's getting harder to interact with normal people.
     There's a problem. She's got a life. One that's impossible to extract herself from.
     That's why she's here, chained to the bed. Did you think that was a metaphor, too? No. The chains are real. Her moans of pleasure are real. My lust is beyond real. It's beyond surreal. It's eating me up and spitting me out. As I enter her from behind, I can feel the beast straining within.
     She fights against the chains. She wants this like I do, but her problems run deeper. She's drowning in the tiny pond that she's been restricted to for the last decade. Her own beast has been prowling in circles for years, unsatisfied, mostly unnoticed.
     I take her by the hips and thrust her back and forth roughly. Her pelvis bucks gently as her damp muscles tighten around my swollen cock. Her throat bleeds her increasingly guttural ecstasy into the warm air. The urgency of my thrusts steal the breath from my lungs, and I see spots of darkness dancing in my vision. She strains harder against the tight chains that bind her, and as we both rise toward our animalistic crescendo, the sound of shearing metal cuts through our uninhibited grunting.
     Her chains break, snapping with the pressure of our need for each other. The skin of her back is rippling, like there's some living creature underneath, desperate for air and light. She reaches back and grabs my hips, thrusting me inside her. I take her by the wrists and shudder hard as incendiary flashes burn in the core of my belly. I'm coming, and I feel her muscles contract as she reaches the point of no return. That's when it happens.
The beasts have their way. The skin of her back splits slowly. Beads of blood drip from her sides. The blackness under the gaping wound takes shape, squirms its way out from beneath her quivering flesh.
     Then I understand.
     The skin of my own back sloughs away as our dark wings spread behind us. I withdraw and she turns to face me. Her eyes glow red, burn into me. Her wings extend fully, and she wraps them around me, drawing me close, breathing her pleasure into my throat.
     My wings enclose us both, and we embrace fiercely, never wanting to let go.
     Later, she dresses back into her conservative clothes. She straightens her hair and kisses me briefly, tells me that it's time to pick up her little one from school. Then she has to put dinner on for her husband.
     I have stuff to do as well. She glances back as she walks through the door. Her eyes flash red.
     Tomorrow... Tomorrow we'll fly.





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Written by Bunny in portal Romance & Erotica

Beyond Any Method

You came to life 

Under negligent eyes...

...Couldn't bridge

The gap

'twixt your ilk,

And the skies...

...They could never

Grasp

All your infinite

Means...

...Your velvet 

Lap,

And the courtyard

Between...

You were far beyond

Any method 

Of paint!

...Like a symphony,

Every movement

You'd make...

...From your 

Seven Seas...

Endless hermetic

Isles.

...I was sealed in

By your 

Ravishing shade

That would come, 

And go

Like an unfolding

Wave...

...'til you hit 

Your pitch...

And in pleasure

You caved...

To my open arms...

...Taken in

By wild charms.

©

2017

Bunny Villaire  

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Written by Bunny in portal Romance & Erotica
Beyond Any Method
You came to life 
Under negligent eyes...
...Couldn't bridge
The gap
'twixt your ilk,
And the skies...

...They could never
Grasp
All your infinite
Means...
...Your velvet 
Lap,
And the courtyard
Between...

You were far beyond
Any method 
Of paint!
...Like a symphony,
Every movement
You'd make...
...From your 
Seven Seas...
Endless hermetic
Isles.

...I was sealed in
By your 
Ravishing shade
That would come, 
And go
Like an unfolding
Wave...
...'til you hit 
Your pitch...
And in pleasure
You caved...
To my open arms...
...Taken in
By wild charms.




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2017
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