Steve

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TypeTitleAuthorRepliesLast updated
StoryNew in America 1 Steve615 years 3 weeks ago
Storynew hampshire spring waits Steve415 years 2 months 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 Steve317 years 3 days ago
StoryGrowl Steve217 years 1 week ago
StoryDrips of emotion hint at Steve417 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Game Steve217 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMary Steve517 years 2 weeks ago
StorySong of David Steve217 years 1 month 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 2 months ago

My stories

Artemisis

trust not your instincts, be counterintuitive, i will shuffle off this mortal coil this discourse of naked reason and flesh for thee. you know tis...

Goddess

hear my prayer as you tread upon the stars with wedded eyes unpearling in the night garlanding the moon. all the ships must sail in the same...

A Pet 11

so i'm being sacrificed. yes. why. because you have sexual feelings for me. besides you are evil. am i a sacrifice or a ritual substitute? what do...

Milady

milady, i bow down to thee, thou art made of such stuff as warriors are made of, thine persian blood blackens with the velocity of angels, have pity...

A Pet 10

the catog went to his home, the pond into which a small watefall flowed. one again, he found an invitation to a party. he groomed he purrily spiked...

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