Steve

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StoryNew in America 1 Steve615 years 2 weeks ago
Storynew hampshire spring waits Steve415 years 1 month ago
StoryNew Hampshire Spring is... Steve315 years 2 months ago
StorySeoul Garden Steve215 years 2 months ago
StoryHypocrite Steve215 years 2 months ago
StoryFirst Love Steve215 years 4 months ago
StoryIn wanting so much to be loved Steve815 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Tender Buds of April Silver Spun Sand3016 years 2 months ago
StoryMichael Jackson's Early Demise Steve316 years 12 months ago
StoryGrowl Steve217 years 6 days ago
StoryDrips of emotion hint at Steve417 years 6 days ago
StoryThe Game Steve217 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMary Steve517 years 2 weeks ago
StorySong of David Steve217 years 4 weeks ago
StoryCome Away With Me Silver Spun Sand2117 years 1 month ago
StoryMe, and Her with the Piercings Silver Spun Sand1617 years 1 month ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Conversations, Thoughts, Etc. Steve217 years 1 month ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 4 Steve217 years 1 month ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 1 Steve417 years 1 month ago
StoryNudely Explore: impressions of S. Korea Steve217 years 1 month ago
StoryIV Steve217 years 1 month ago
StoryIII Steve317 years 1 month ago
StoryII Steve517 years 1 month ago
StoryGabriel Freed Steve317 years 1 month ago

My stories

I.

I don't know where to begin. I never thought of politics as an important thing. It never really mattered who got elected, I was still the same. My life had not really changed. Politics?

Drips of emotion hint at

between the drops of nude quotations popping by you would almost speak pregnant with baby words not yet out, growing inside trying to find the right way the less slippery road to say

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.

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