Category Archives: specific imaginative compulsion

Dislike

Betsy and I are trying to switch out the bulbs in a complicated light fixture in one of the guest suites. As I casually flirt she abruptly says I dislike you.I’m completely taken aback. What?I dis-like you, she enunciates carefully.I … Continue reading

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Babe of the Apocalypse

Jayci Cumberledge, 23, of Amherst, Ohio Photo: Da’Shaunae Marisa for The New York Times She has since made some money by selling pictures of her feet to people with fetishes who found her online after she put a joking post … Continue reading

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Primary

The very first time I touched your skin I thought of a story And rushed to reach the end — The Cure

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Torn

Class reunion – still at the milling around, schmoozing phase, drinking a little too deeply from our wine glasses, trying to either remember or forget something about the ex-classmate in front of us. From the periphery approaches Pam, gaze locked … Continue reading

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Peak

Obviously all female, she smiled to herself. She’d get his eyes to look at her body. Do you like me? I mean the way I look. The way I’m built. Do you like girls with breasts like mine. Big ones, … Continue reading

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Petra

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The Blue Dress Address 3

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The Blue Dress Address

The blue dress address Scripted across you   Neck line edge Cut low drawn From a sapphire sheath   Hem line detailing A body recovered From an azure fuselage   A biped embedded In high heels A curvilinear graduated Cylinder … Continue reading

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Do you remember the day a bee fell in the fire It was don’t you remember the end of summer — Guillaume Apollinaire

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The Blue Dress

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