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Simon’s body was numb, and his mind was overcome by waves of drunken pleasure. The beams of the sex room ceiling were bouncing up and down as his body was jolted by each thrust deep in his ass. He hazarded a glance down at the hairy older man that was gruffly using him at the moment. The man grunted with effort, but loved the feel of Simon’s loose, wet hole around his cock. There had been a long line of men and beasts that had come and fucked Simon senseless. Lord Julian Crusnik was supplying hi

Happy Thursday ... Not sure about this one but that's likely just me... Have a good day.

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My apartment was too cold. My feet were freezing. It didn’t help that I’d been sitting cross-legged for a number of hours. My body’s circulation to my legs was not working and I had no one to blame but myself. I sat up straighter, twisting this way and that until my back cracked. This was slightly harder to do when I refused to put my paintbrush down. There was no time. No time for proper stretching and no time to stop painting when I’d been bitten by the inspiration bug. I melted into my n

Drugs---It seems the people are drugged and dazed when they take pills at the one meal of the day. Lyoth took the pills and is incapacitated. Starwren did not take the pills and heard Mama talk down and swear at everyone at the meal. She was acting drunk and sounding crazy, Starwren took Lyoth out of the meal and towards the trees. Lyoth was not coherent. Suddendly an older, frail lady touched Starwren and asked for help to escape. Is she for real or is she acting as part if a security effort to trip Starwren up? What is her story? This place is bizzare and not grounded in reality. I hope Starwren gets the granitewood and flees with Lyoth while the people are drugged. He will need to decide if the old lady is speaking the truth.

You know your apples! What a wonderful poem of itself and a superb analogy about humans.

You did a great job with all the poems you wrote. i hope you'll choose to continue writing them.

These are thought-provoking. Each has its own wise message learned over a lifetime. I've read each twice, but I'm sure to return to read them again. Thank you for each of these, Gary.

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A wonderful basket of poems. Their flavour will be long on my tongue. Simply brilliant!

That's the best thing i've heard in a long while. Poetry can say so much. Thanks for reading these.

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It's a bittersweet time. But now you have to write more ...

All vacations are ... i recommend not working if at all possible. ❤️

Proboscis comes from the Greek: pro (before) and boskein (feed) to become proboskis (means of obtaining food. If you should ever one day get on Jeopardy! you should know that a proboscis is not a true nose, but part of the mouth.

It's as good the second time around. M is a blank slate, adorably innocent, and irresistably cute. How long can Connor avoid his feelings?

Connor was totally whipped. The aches and pains from his perilous run from the man in black were slowing him down. Adrenaline had filled Connor’s veins with fire during the chase, but now he was dead tired. He trudged through the forest in the heat. His clothes were drying quickly, at least. When he spotted the trailer through the trees, his heart started beating double time. What if the man in black was lurking around? What if he was already inside? He picked his way through the last

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As a teenager I was NOT a fan of Bob Seger, but as I have aged I have come to appreciate some of his more popular songs and particularly like Against The Wind. Knowing the lyrics of the song I think it a most apt choice to signify Phil's melancholic mood early in the chapter. Colin's ignorance of the devastation caused by AIDS, particularly to gay men in the 1980's and 1990's surprised me greatly, but when I stopped to think about it rationally, I can perhaps understand his ignorance as it is not the death sentence it once was and has lost much of the hysteria associated with it. The 1980's and 1990's were confronting times, watching people you knew, even if only by sight from going clubbing, waste away. "I looked over at the window and saw the emaciated face of Dwight. I had to blink away tears." A powerful and moving reminder of those times @Ronyx. And Colin's ignorance of the cause of Freddie Mercury's death also surprised, particularly when he said he was a fan of Queen. I guess given Freddie died before Colin was even born perhaps explains this. Colin's reverent recount of the times spent with his beloved grandfather was so beautifully and sensitively written @Ronyx. Shades of Mr Wilbur again (he is such a memorable character for me; compassionate, caring, loveable with a streak of the larrikin thrown in for good measure). The feedback for this story is overwhelming positive @Ronyx, feedback which I wholeheartedly endorse. You are onto a real winner with this warm, inviting, humorous and intriguing story.

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