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- HJ[Message 1 of 1 in thread 13 of 42] rec.arts.erotica
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- Johnathen
- From: Rondine <pto@ucssun1.sdsu.edu>
- Date: 18 Apr 1994 02:17:03 -0400 (2 screens)
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- Archive-name: johnathen
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- The dancing candles highlight the planes of Johnathen's sleeping face.
- I pause in writing in my journel as I watch the shadows chase each
- other across his form. Ah Johnathen, how I love you and yet I know
- that I must let you go. I must let you go before my love making
- takes you beyound redemption.
- And yet, there is still time. Time for me to once more feel the
- weight of your warm body against mine, to feel the ripple and
- play of your muscles beneath my hands as we make love together.
- One more time before I must become the hard hearted bitch and
- drive you away!
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- Damn! I must get a new pen, for the last lines in my journal
- have become smeared and blurred. It must be the pen must it not?
- For vampires never cry do thy?
- More?
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- HJ[Message 1 of 1 in thread 14 of 42] rec.arts.erotica
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- EARLY MORNING
- From: <SESSMAN@ibm.mtsac.edu>
- Date: 18 Apr 1994 02:19:15 -0400 (4 screens)
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- Archive-name: e-morning.p
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- Archive Name: EARLY MORNING
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- Steam rises, trapped by the low ceiling
- beads of burning water adhere to the
- translucent glass door
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- A hard frame enters the stall,
- full of sweat and toil from
- a morning work out
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- The bubbly soap covers the entire figure,
- down from dangling hair to lean limbs and
- More?
- drenched manhood
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- Exercise breeds desire as sexual energy
- flows through a burning purified
- body
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- Growing erect, the soap in hand makes for
- an easy stimulant, left handed strokes
- becoming stronger
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- Holding back, overwhelmed by guilt,
- thinking of the woman in the nearby
- bed
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- Drying off, she awakens, rolling over
- looking like a dream in
- heaven
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- He asks her if she's game and she
- lowers her panties, revealing golden
- lips
- More?
- His manhood takes seconds to erupt,
- kneeling between her thighs, anticipating
- release
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- He penetrates immediately, feeling too
- large for her, fierce rod attacking
- welcoming pink cave
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- Explosion in time; cleaning off, hair
- still wet and leaving her full of creamy,
- back in dreamland
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- As he dresses and withdraws into
- the day, already thinking of the
- next time.
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- The preceding piece was created with of my own volition
- and with my own time, not my employer's.
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- More?
- --- Scott
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- SESSMAN@ibm.mtsac.edu
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