Erotic author that dabbles in poetry about love

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Free Use Summer Update

I’m 30,000 words into my next book about the free use summer at the Mohawk Campgrounds. So far I have Brock Flowers, the well built careful yet beautiful man interacting with the girls. he’s navigating this new world where any woman is available to his free use provided he tell them exactly what he wants …

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Fresh new teen erotica

Another book release! Ahhhhh! Am I amazing, or am I just that freaking spectacular? The resounding silence is like the sound of your own heartbeat, your own breath. No one likes that. One can go mad only hearing it.  Have you sat in a silent room with only your body’s noises to keep you company? …

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Poem: Class clothes

I never wore shorts that hugged my ass cheeks in class, never wore leggings without a sweater to cover my rump, never wore sleeveless shirts showing skin across my chest like a bikini, not like these girls, girls no older than able to vote, no older than driving or drinking, or buying their first legal …

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Poem: Lacking Options

Sometimes, when I’m resting chin in hand with elbow on the desk I wonder if I’m with you because you are here. Like, if you were in California, or Nevada, would I be with you among the sea of sun bleached blondies, or arms so big men that don’t wear shoes walking down mountains, or …

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Poem: Dressed

I’m dressed for form, with leggings flush against skin for climbing, and a tshirt loose enough for my breasts to rise strong over the bra. Not wearing a sports was a mistake, but looked better in the pools above the climb, like a river of rocks I roar across howling fear and excitement to the …

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Poem: Raven

My dark hair billows like feathers in the breeze, born aloft by too many flapping wings trying to escape no matter how far and fast I want to flee like taking to the winds and flocking as a cloud covering the sun. Black hair, black dress, and eyelids coated shadows still aren’t enough to draw …

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Poem: Constant Motion

I’m celebrating happiness, dancing for hours to music riding smoke and drinks that never seem to end no matter how many tips I put in the glass jars. They’re flowing through my feet and songs like my heartbeat whisper connecting at times with others, and jarred to silence by the sober smiling in confusion to …

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Poem: Vista

We can walk on trails longer than our ages combined, me, your sister, me, like we’ve long explored the world only flying once a year to the same airports and climbing the same trails. Not today, covered in pine shadows and burnt out bark crackling like charcoal below feet not wearing hiking shoes; we’re here …

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Poem: Waiting

It is the half breaths after panic that strike fear worst, the slight tears after heart rate wild and the need to flee makes me hide under covers. It is the squirming against inaction I’m too afraid to move from, but too scared to remain where I’m at. It may be the fear I’m clinging …

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Poem: Feeling Grace

Knelt during mass, scanning the pews ahead, to the side, for your new haircut, the shirt you only wore on Sundays, and the smile you brandished like a club against my face; bashing me to blubbering idiocy and sloppy smiles both before and after blowjobs. Did you know I wore my skirts for you? Left …

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Writing a new book; progress update

Yes, I’m writing a new book. Of course, always, every day doing some writing of some sort. Today’s writing was the climax of Josh and Christina’s first explosive rebellion. If you didn’t know, this book is modeled after “The Neighbor’s Backdoor Bargain,” and is called “The Neighbor’s Backdoor Deal.” I know, creative, different, and unique, …

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Poem: Feeling Anger

I can yell and throw my shoes to dent the drywall, smudge the paint and fling obscenities until you’re red faced with rage to match my fury, but I’m flexing abs twenty minutes later while you’re holding me against the wall, balls deep inside grunting. My anger fuels sweat and twist to grind my clit …

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Poem: Ending

Your violence was our ending, the moment you threw your fist didn’t matter if it was at someone else, at their face, their chest, or arm, could have been the fucking wall for all I care: End. What happens when you cheat on me and I call you out on your lies? Will you be …

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Book published, start writing the next one.

My newest book, “Brat Witch Masters Free Use Power,” went live yesterday after I submitted it on Tuesday. That behemoth of a book is done, almost as long as “Abusing the Game’s” 70,000 words. “Brat Witch,” is about 60,000 words. I like to think of it as an actual full novel, telling Gwen’s story as …