Steve

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StoryNew in America 1 Steve613 years 11 months ago
Storynew hampshire spring waits Steve414 years 2 weeks ago
StoryNew Hampshire Spring is... Steve314 years 1 month ago
StorySeoul Garden Steve214 years 1 month ago
StoryHypocrite Steve214 years 1 month ago
StoryFirst Love Steve214 years 3 months ago
StoryIn wanting so much to be loved Steve814 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Tender Buds of April Silver Spun Sand3015 years 1 month ago
StoryMichael Jackson's Early Demise Steve315 years 10 months ago
StoryGrowl Steve215 years 11 months ago
StoryDrips of emotion hint at Steve415 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Game Steve215 years 11 months ago
StoryMary Steve515 years 11 months ago
StorySong of David Steve215 years 12 months ago
StoryCome Away With Me Silver Spun Sand2115 years 12 months ago
StoryMe, and Her with the Piercings Silver Spun Sand1615 years 12 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Conversations, Thoughts, Etc. Steve216 years 21 hours ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 4 Steve216 years 3 days ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 1 Steve416 years 3 days ago
StoryNudely Explore: impressions of S. Korea Steve216 years 5 days ago
StoryIV Steve216 years 1 week ago
StoryIII Steve316 years 1 week ago
StoryII Steve516 years 1 week ago
StoryGabriel Freed Steve316 years 3 weeks ago

My stories

Nudely Explore: impressions of S. Korea

I'm comfortable at home. I know what many things mean. I can read the language of the times, laugh, see and hear. I can drink a beer, feel released from my present cares.

Marionette

There is nothing I could do to complete the feelings you touch, poke me, deflate me with needles of infinite calm. I see your hair burn from the downs into the evening of lids. Stilled,

Running, Trisha

Trisha was running, running, and running. She had dreamt that she was partially nude. The hair around her clitoris was being combed by the breeze outside. There were people around her, laughing.

Afternoon of a Faun

Imagine if one is unmasked: A forest with dream-lidded eyes appears. Leaves may waver in a place, but groups of clustered foliage entwine around a body that is neither yours or mine.

In Gabriel's Apartment

"Trisha?" he thought. She didn't look anything like a Trisha. Trisha was a prostitute's name. She had very direct eyes. They were kaleidoscopes, her eyes.

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