Tag Archives: Erotica

Nov
24
2009

Sexual Addiction? My Thoughts.

Sex addiction — which includes addiction to cybersex and porn — is one of the fastest, most destructive addictions on the rise out there.
Unfortunately, the discussion? It’s a joke. It’s always along the lines David Duchovny or Bill Clinton wisecracks. People fail to see that the nature of sex addiction is to destroy every relationship [...]

By A Scribe Called Steff | Posted in Lifestyle, Opinion (Editorial & Commentary), Psychology & Moods, Society, Twitter, keeping it real | Also tagged , , , , , , , | Comments (3)
Oct
03
2005

wishing otherwise

wistful jazz wails in the background. the drive bustles with beatniks and bohemians, baddies and babes. stale cigarette smoke wafts towards me. i see the source. you.
i only glance at you for the briefest second, but you catch my eye. that smoldering look you got’s really something else, i think, returning to my book. while [...]

By A Scribe Called Steff | Posted in Dating, Erotica, Fiction, Gay or Straight?, Journalling, Women's Department | Also tagged , , | Comments (9)
Aug
08
2005

momentary distractions

it’s the little transgressions that sometimes bring, for me, the deepest flares of desires. a passing glance, a mistaken brush… hopefully this evokes the mood of exploiting that ever so slightly.
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hot, hot heat engulfs those on the bus.
every window cracked, every jacket removed, but still the swelter wears on.
the bus rumbles along the blazing city [...]

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Aug
07
2005

Damien: Concludes

(To join the party where it starts, read part one here and part two here.)
When we left off, Damien was devouring me with oral. If you don’t want that, don’t read the earlier parts (you silly). We pick up well into his muff-diving ventures, where I’m on the verge of reaching my very happy place.
_________________ [...]

By A Scribe Called Steff | Posted in Erotica, Sex | Also tagged , , | Comments (0)
Aug
06
2005

Damien: Part Deux

(To join the party where it starts, read part one here.)
With no one around, we checked the hothouse door. Unlocked.
Opening it, he led me in. Some 60-feet long and maybe 12 feet wide, the greenhouse seemed enormous inside. And so aromatic.
It turned out the owners sold organic herbs professionally, and we were in the rosemary [...]

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Aug
06
2005

Damien: Part One

Meet Damien, a punk-rock boy, and this, our tale of fucking. A testimony to that rare unforgettable one-night stand we all deserve at least one of. (The image isn’t him, just someone who evokes his style, by some uncredited photog, that I found on the web. Damien was taller, broader, more imposing. More my type.)
And [...]

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Aug
05
2005

anonymous encounters

i awoke from a dream in the dead of night. this on my mind.
* * *

shared moments in darkness
suggested, stolen
but always squandered.
a refuge
in this detached loneliness,
you’re nothing of permanence
just fleeting
in the stupid immature hopes
something more might be
but in reality
nothing can be, nor will be
as all things end
just beyond that door.

By A Scribe Called Steff | Posted in Erotica, Journalling | Also tagged , , | Comments (4)
Aug
03
2005

Kissy-Kissy

Sleep unable to find me, I lie naked under my sheets, a hand across my breasts, the other stretched atop my thigh.
The dim streetlight filters through my cotton bedroom shades and its shadows dancing on my ceiling are all I see.
For I know that when I close my eyes again, you’ll flood back in front [...]

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Aug
01
2005

The Saga of J: Part Two

I’m not sure it’s clear in the first part– which you should read before you read this, otherwise you’re having sex without the foreplay. What fun is that?
Anyhow, I’m not sure it’s clear that J. and I had been friends for two years before this happened. During that time, J. had always pursued me, flirting [...]

By A Scribe Called Steff | Posted in Bondage, Erotica | Also tagged , | Comments (18)
Jul
31
2005

The Saga of J: Part One

“You’re not going in?”
I looked up. J. was peering down at me.
“No.”
He looked like he expected more.

“I’m not that fond of salamanders, and the lake’s full of that slimy algae. I hate the way it feels on my skin, like I’ll never be clean again.”
He nodded and grinned. I noticed then for the first time [...]

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