Steve

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StoryNew in America 1 Steve614 years 11 months ago
Storynew hampshire spring waits Steve414 years 12 months ago
StoryNew Hampshire Spring is... Steve315 years 1 week ago
StorySeoul Garden Steve215 years 2 weeks ago
StoryHypocrite Steve215 years 2 weeks ago
StoryFirst Love Steve215 years 2 months ago
StoryIn wanting so much to be loved Steve815 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Tender Buds of April Silver Spun Sand3016 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMichael Jackson's Early Demise Steve316 years 10 months ago
StoryGrowl Steve216 years 10 months ago
StoryDrips of emotion hint at Steve416 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Game Steve216 years 10 months ago
StoryMary Steve516 years 10 months ago
StorySong of David Steve216 years 11 months ago
StoryCome Away With Me Silver Spun Sand2116 years 11 months ago
StoryMe, and Her with the Piercings Silver Spun Sand1616 years 11 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Conversations, Thoughts, Etc. Steve216 years 11 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 4 Steve216 years 11 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 1 Steve416 years 11 months ago
StoryNudely Explore: impressions of S. Korea Steve216 years 11 months ago
StoryIV Steve216 years 11 months ago
StoryIII Steve316 years 11 months ago
StoryII Steve516 years 11 months ago
StoryGabriel Freed Steve317 years 18 hours 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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