Steve

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StoryNew in America 1 Steve615 years 2 months ago
Storynew hampshire spring waits Steve415 years 3 months ago
StoryNew Hampshire Spring is... Steve315 years 3 months ago
StorySeoul Garden Steve215 years 3 months ago
StoryHypocrite Steve215 years 3 months ago
StoryFirst Love Steve215 years 5 months ago
StoryIn wanting so much to be loved Steve815 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Tender Buds of April Silver Spun Sand3016 years 3 months ago
StoryMichael Jackson's Early Demise Steve317 years 1 month ago
StoryGrowl Steve217 years 1 month ago
StoryDrips of emotion hint at Steve417 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Game Steve217 years 1 month ago
StoryMary Steve517 years 1 month ago
StorySong of David Steve217 years 2 months ago
StoryCome Away With Me Silver Spun Sand2117 years 2 months ago
StoryMe, and Her with the Piercings Silver Spun Sand1617 years 2 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Conversations, Thoughts, Etc. Steve217 years 2 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 4 Steve217 years 2 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 1 Steve417 years 2 months ago
StoryNudely Explore: impressions of S. Korea Steve217 years 2 months ago
StoryIV Steve217 years 2 months ago
StoryIII Steve317 years 2 months ago
StoryII Steve517 years 2 months ago
StoryGabriel Freed Steve317 years 3 months ago

My stories

Love stretches

a kiss to kiss, a moist succulent strawberry of tongue cherished and embellished, diving nude to meet its partner in a swollen embrace, the throb of desire thumping madly,

After the silence

the ground almost swallowed those moments in which my mouth was closed as a zipper is closed with threads in a ritual adapted by two or three men with dicks enough to rape me, shutting

Into the Wilderness

I was thrown, out of slavery, so He said, liberated in a sense, no longer in fear and awe of Egypt whose secrets I so longed to absorb. It's true, I lived in fear

Why is it so hard to change?

after realizing you can't go on the way you've been living, that it's just not going to work, why does it take cancer, being sued, being humiliated, being taken past the breaking point

Being Korean-American

Back in 1981, when I was nine. I was given a book about Americans by my parents, I believe. I saw the cover of the book with the blonde American dad, smiling. The mother was very pretty.

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