tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390945417350924082024-02-19T03:16:46.934+00:00Fridayam's EroticaUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger267125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839094541735092408.post-26432773741339611282020-03-28T21:21:00.000+00:002020-03-28T21:21:06.990+00:00Lived-In Skin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Breasts sucked dry by your<br />
babies, stomach stretched by<br />
harbouring them so long, skin<br />
creased and mottled by<br />
motherhood: what is there<br />
not to love in the<br />
lived-in skin of a<br />
woman?<br />
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Photo with the kind permission of the wonderful LSB @https://littleswitchbitch.com/<br />
These are my words and have nothing to do with her.<br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839094541735092408.post-83328288260694350122019-11-10T19:41:00.000+00:002019-11-10T19:41:25.708+00:00Pallor<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839094541735092408.post-3487330412728662062019-08-03T21:40:00.001+01:002019-08-03T21:40:42.940+01:00Sweet SharpnessHer demanding hand<br />
kept my face<br />
true to her sex and<br />
her strong thighs<br />
clamped about my ears<br />
deafened me to her cries<br />
but my finger slyly<br />
insinuated into her arse<br />
kept her honest and<br />
let me breathe again and<br />
savour the sweet<br />
sharpness of womanhood.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839094541735092408.post-70681796718208112142019-04-05T00:22:00.002+01:002019-04-05T00:28:21.985+01:00Gauze<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span lang="EN-US">(Image used by kind permission of
Holden-and-Camille.com to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839094541735092408.post-49953941217404108502019-03-16T00:28:00.000+00:002019-03-16T00:28:07.004+00:00On Reflection<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On reflection, I know you<br />
knew I watched you dress,<br />
imagining the soft<br />
hush of stocking up leg, you<br />
fussing unnecessarily to allow your<br />
breasts to sway that<br />
little bit longer before the<br />
dress like a white waterfall, the<br />
sudden height of heels, a<br />
flick of your hair, the<br />
distant slam of a door.<br />
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On reflection, I noted the<br />
lack of other underwear,<br />
wondered who you might meet,<br />
whether you might be<br />
smiling when, tomorrow, you<br />
draw your curtains.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839094541735092408.post-29747482412524875902018-12-29T22:02:00.000+00:002018-12-29T22:02:04.748+00:00Nails<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span lang="EN-US">(For the consent for the lovely image of
@Lelasdesires on Tumblr, I thank her, and it has nothing to do with her or her
life but is merely my imagination.)</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839094541735092408.post-28854534435780639602018-12-03T23:58:00.000+00:002018-12-03T23:58:05.930+00:00Red<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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She saw red behind her <br />
eyelids as she <br />
shuddered, her synapses<br />
sparking wildly as<br />
images of all her <br />
lost friends slid by,<br />
judged by geeks or worse by<br />
some abstract algorithm<br />
determining whether she might be<br />
human after all.<br />
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With the wonderful image of espera1609, whose tumblr might well be lost forever after this month, amidst the ongoing infantilisation of the internet. Don't you think we should all protest the loss of adult spaces? Or do we love kittens and puppies too much? Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839094541735092408.post-41650841854686404672018-11-25T00:22:00.001+00:002018-11-25T00:22:50.630+00:00After/Before<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sometimes she imagined them<br />
just closing the door<br />
dressed and emptied<br />
but then she imagined <br />
heavy footsteps on the stairs and <br />
a soft kiss on her<br />
sullied face.<br />
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(With the kind permission of @espera1609 for the use of her image, with no aspersions on her life)<br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839094541735092408.post-53763818259247317572018-10-16T23:44:00.000+01:002018-10-16T23:44:13.438+01:00Pose and Poise<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I am the “i” between</span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">pose and poise</span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">between a wry smile
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">knowing the lust</span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">pose and poise.</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839094541735092408.post-36943153817555205542018-10-01T23:30:00.000+01:002018-10-01T23:30:14.775+01:00Different Geometries<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A poor student, I<br />
struggled with geometry<br />
though it was only<br />
straight lines and angles.<br />
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But then you<br />
sauntered into my life, all<br />
curves and complexity and<br />
different geometries.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839094541735092408.post-73494257188396631862018-09-22T23:57:00.001+01:002018-09-22T23:57:53.597+01:00Rusted<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<br />
She felt rusted<br />
knew there was only<br />
one kind of oil that would <br />
unhinge her and she<br />
didn’t even care if he<br />
kept his damned<br />
socks on.<br />
<br />
(With the kind permission of the wonderful @espera1609 on Tumblr--go visit her!) Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839094541735092408.post-12536465163206875992018-07-27T23:45:00.000+01:002018-07-27T23:45:19.922+01:00Unpinned<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Spread open like a<br />
butterfly but<br />
unpinned in<br />
anyone's cabinet you<br />
dance and<br />
kick the walls<br />
with your strong<br />
bare feet.<br />
<br />
With thanks to the wonderful photo of @espera1609 on Tumblr<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839094541735092408.post-69093521181491876312018-07-10T23:21:00.000+01:002018-07-10T23:21:13.131+01:00Riddles<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">She chose mazes and </span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839094541735092408.post-64396891536252102202018-06-10T23:35:00.000+01:002018-06-10T23:35:13.448+01:00"Beklemmt, Behindert...."<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839094541735092408.post-25011626740973713942018-05-28T23:13:00.000+01:002018-05-28T23:13:06.856+01:00Creases<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
Women aren't just curves but<br />
curlicues and creases,<br />
folds, crevasses,<br />
mazes for us to get<br />
lost in.<br />
<br />
(With thanks to the wonderful photo of @espera1609) Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839094541735092408.post-25712742203600916062018-04-30T23:14:00.000+01:002018-04-30T23:14:22.328+01:00Torment<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
She could barely bear the<br />
torment, denied her hands or his<br />
body pressed against her, just her<br />
mind imagining pleasure and<br />
pain and eveything<br />
in between.<br />
<br />
Image courtesy of espera1609 on Tumblr. Go look at her work.<br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839094541735092408.post-67048493417602072602018-04-17T22:48:00.000+01:002018-04-17T22:54:49.078+01:00Blue-Stocking<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<br />
<br />
He suspected that once he'd<br />
unfurled her blue stockings<br />
he would unleash a<br />
wild animal so waking<br />
scratched and exhausted by her<br />
shrill demands he was somehow<br />
relieved to find her<br />
curled up with a good book.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839094541735092408.post-60726282147872222792018-04-12T00:26:00.001+01:002018-04-12T00:26:37.051+01:00Key in a Lock<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
As the sun made its<br />
lazy way across the sky<br />
she waited in her<br />
chosen pose<br />
feeling the light<br />
stripe her body<br />
her senses alert for the<br />
scratch of a key<br />
against the<br />
lock of her door.<br />
<br />
(Image courtesy of the lovely espera1609 on Tumblr, with thanks)<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839094541735092408.post-6986285033281353152018-04-06T00:00:00.000+01:002018-04-06T00:00:39.670+01:00Touch Me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Touch me like you meant it: like<br />
you meant to caress me; like<br />
you meant to spank me; like<br />
you meant to possess me; like<br />
you meant to mark me; like<br />
you meant to kiss me; like<br />
you meant to make me come; like<br />
you meant to keep me wanting,<br />
you meany, keeping me waiting.<br />
<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839094541735092408.post-57471515151910393572018-03-28T23:51:00.000+01:002018-03-28T23:51:06.594+01:00Furious Fingers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span lang="EN-US">The world was too much,</span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Sometimes you feel
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rock</span></div>
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you</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<br /></div>
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door</span></div>
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silence</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">always ends with a
kiss </span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839094541735092408.post-9290792008493540212018-03-04T23:58:00.002+00:002018-03-04T23:58:35.745+00:00Ecstasy of Pain<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
There was ecstasy in her pain, the<br />
discomfort of hard wood and<br />
long exposure, her cold body<br />
contorted, creased with effort,<br />
commanded by the lens and his<br />
oh so far away desire.<br />
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Image with kind permission of espera1609 on Tumblr who you should go visit.<br />
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<br />
I always loved you<br />
naked and unadorned<br />
warding day off and<br />
beckoning me back to your<br />
essential mineral taste<br />
sweet and tart.<br />
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<br />
I danced to<br />
delight, to<br />
light those<br />
fires of<br />
desire, forever<br />
sear my image <br />
on your soul.<br />
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