Reg­u­lar Programming?

Sigh. I miss writ­ing.

I used to be good at it, really I did. Writ­ing used to be an escape into a warm, emo­tional womb that recharged me and made me a bet­ter man. And now, even writ­ing these para­graphs feels like pulling teeth.

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Enter the Sadist

“I feel like I’m rap­ing you,” I growled/​sighed into her ear. She responded by becom­ing com­pletely limp for a few heart­beats until I resumed stab­bing her, rain­ing white-​hot sparks of pain over her ass and in her mind.

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Damn Endor­phins; Where Are They?

“What do you mean? Does that hurt?”

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This Is Not An Equal Relationship

This is not an equal rela­tion­ship. We are not the same. You belong to me and I belong with you.

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Crazy Meanie

“You’re a… you’re a crazy meanie,” she whined incred­u­lously while pro­tec­tively clutch­ing her breasts. And then she gig­gled, her green eyes sparkling with delight.

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Hurted

She said in a lit­tle voice, “That hurted. You hurted me…”

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Q: What are Your Sexual/​Relationship Goals For the Next Chap­ter of Your Life?

The lady may ques­tion her san­ity at the time, but when every­thing is said and done, she should shyly, or not so shyly, ask when we can do it again.

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My Thumbprint On the World

Ram­bling about the Ele­men­tal Con­nec­tion and Dreamwalker House.

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It’s No Longer Com­pli­cated: Series Finale

We will be resum­ing reg­u­lar pro­gram­ming shortly.

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It’s No Longer Complicated

I am a widower.

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How to Wash an Angel

Show her that there is a fourth way to pen­e­trate her…

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It’s Com­pli­cated, Part 4

They gave up on her.

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Suf­fer­ing Love

I will cut you as you kiss me. I will rape you as you cry. I will rip your skin and fuck you through the wound.

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I Got Fucked

This lovely, beau­ti­ful masochis­tic girl was using me to hurt her­self. Does it get much bet­ter than that?

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Q: Why Do I Want to be Hurt?

When a woman has expe­ri­enced the mind­less­ness of being purely and pri­mally female, exer­cis­ing all her emo­tional mus­cles the way she was designed to do, how can she ever for­get how peace­ful that made her feel?

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It Can’t Be Faked

Either the fire is there or it isn’t. It can’t be faked. The burn and the sheer force of pas­sion; it isn’t the same as lust. Every­one can feel lust. This is… different.

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Hold­ing Beauty in the Palm of My Hand

I lose myself in her pupil-​eclipsed eyes and I star­tle myself when I hear my own voice speak a truth that can­not be denied anymore.

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My Writ­ing

My writ­ing is my one redeem­ing fea­ture; my one path to sal­va­tion, my only path to redemp­tion, my only way home to be cra­dled in her arms and in her very body.

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Q: What is Your Pre­ferred Method of Erotic Torture?

I have been told in a lit­tle and plain­tive voice that my fin­gers are much worse than any clover clamps…

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Gynephile

Imag­ine when you reach her heart and she opens up to you and blos­soms like a flower before your very eyes…

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