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#21 Zerreit


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Posted 24 November 2005 - 12:26 PM

Hi bustero, the old thread was closed, and then deleted I think. :)

Anonymous Songs
Edward Smallfield

naked under your dress
slap of water against the pier
tell me what country this is

all day the widow weaves
at night she separates the threads
one for each artery

slowly you erase
then with one stroke
ignite me again

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Posted 07 August 2006 - 02:40 AM

hey.. this maybe a little ot.. but i use to have this book by tobsha lerner.. forgot the damn title but ilove the contents.. maybe any of u could enlighten me of his works so i can find the book again. this friend of mine lost it when he borrowed it. i really love the way she wrote erotica. thanks and more power to this thread i enjoyed reading the posts..

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Posted 07 August 2006 - 01:10 PM

erotica books are diplayed ang for sale at Booksales.............100+ ln ata or less

Edited by rozzDrovz, 07 August 2006 - 01:11 PM.

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Posted 09 January 2007 - 06:38 AM

Just the thought of him touching her was enough to raise her body heat. And he knew it when he touched her bare skin. Her knowing looks from across the room may escape a young and uninitiated boy who has no idea what the same word spoken differently meant at all, but he needed not to hear words. He could see by the look in her eyes and how she pouts her lips that she wanted more than just sleep in his bed, despite her usual excuse of doing so. He had to finish work, and the agony of waiting for him only made her hotter.

She stood up from the the bed, already naked, and like a stalking cat tiptoed her short way to where he was angrily crunching his keyboards. She pulled him, needingly, to the bed, like she had done quite a few times before. The email had done sending, he thought, and the rest of the job, he could do a bit later.

There was another job that needed attending to, and he knew the consequences of making it wait for longer than usual.

He was right. As soon as he laid down she began kissing him hungrily, like it was the first time of anticipating the inevitable. She tried her best not to fumble from her anxiety, but failed dismally. He didn't mind her fumbling. He made her wait, and she could wait no longer. She pulled his shorts away as fast as she could and grabbed hold his throbbing erection. She tried to hold back a bit and slowed down, and teased the tip of his manhood with light pecks and licks. But she was fooling herself, and he knew it. She took him in an inch at a time, sucked and licked in steps and successions like only she could do to him, and he gave a light moan that only made her want him more.

He was more erect this time, and despite her impatience, she took her time swallowing his entirety until he could no longer contain his pleasure. He braced himself on the headboard, and tried his best not to lose his self control, which, he knows was one of the "better" qualities she likes about him when doing the deed.

He could feel her skin burning through his and his anticipation grew. She willfully forced his legs apart with her free hand and continued to alternately suck and lick him. She lightly sucked on his pair of babymakers, which were larger than most she has seen, and she knows he's proud of the lot. So proud, that he allowed her the pleasure of holding them in her cupped hands each and every time.

She moved up and kissed him longingly, probing his mouth for his tounge. He can taste himself in her mouth, a taste that he liked so much that he immediately kiss after she swallows him. He knew why women loved swallowing him.

Without him noticing it, she arched her back and positioned her hips at just the right angle. In one skillful motion, his erection found her love spot, which was all wet and ready for him to subdue. She took him in slowly until he was in entirely, and she moaned lightly in his ear. He held her hips, controlling her motions, which was increasing in frequency and intensity. She knew how to control her muscles, which gave him more pleasure each and everytime. He cupped her buttocks with each hands, and squeezed them so tight she opened up and made him come in deeper, like he wasn't deep enough to begin with. And simultaneously he sucked on her unbelievably erect nipples that had been waiting all night for the mysterious skill he does with her that heighten he pleasure even more.

She knew he was in control. She knew he never loses control until the right moment. She could tell it by the way he suddenly holds her to stop, and she could hear his controlled breaths to control his desire and push his pleasure back.

He pulled out and she laid on her back, and this time he was not going to show her mercy. He easily found her hole and probed deep. He changed his speed so much and so abruptly it drove her crazy. He was unpredictably precise each and every time, and she screamed when he pumped harder. She recognized that controlled breathing as only his. It drove her crazy that this man, her constant lover, her fiercesome equal, has actually subdued her with his patience and control. It drove her crazy that this man actually holds back when others have not.

It drove her crazy that he made an effort to keep his pleasure back so that she can achieve hers.

And willingly, she surrendered herself to the intense and unpredictable lovemaking of this man turned animal, to the point of lunacy. She has given up not wanting him. And the thought of him making love to another woman and doing what he does best only made her want him more.

He came as she did. And they both knew it wasn't over.

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Posted 05 February 2007 - 10:33 AM

his great golden spear...
filled with fire...
pluncged into me several times...
penetrated to my entrails...
a sweetness so extreme that one could not possibly wish it to stop.

Edited by dianne, 05 February 2007 - 10:33 AM.

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Posted 28 February 2007 - 10:06 AM

its like this hand you see.this hand he held last night.the thrill..total chaos! god! is there any decency of getting laid and telling? fock it..

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Posted 22 March 2007 - 11:10 AM

Hemminghway must have rolled in his grave when he saw us making out on the red couch, oh if only we could do more about it, i always lament the time that we could have..we just could move further, although..can you just nip my ear once more and i would purr.

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Posted 26 April 2007 - 06:35 AM

He knew what she wanted. She knew that wasn't what he was after, but she also knows that regardles of what he wanted, he will not pass off that chance to be with her. So he went and saw her nevertheless.

She bugged him about food, but it wasn't what she really wanted. She was half-naked when he came in to the room, but she knew he was too much in control. He always have been, and it drove her crazy that he could wait until the very last moment. She wanted him to ravish her, so she wrapped her legs around him and guided his hands to feel her already erect nipples.

He cut her off and urged her to eat, lest the food becomes cold and untinteresting. Only after a few minutes of coaxing did she let him go so he could open the box of pizza, and as soon as he did, she gobbled the first slice she could lay her hands on.

It was hot and humid, and he was sweaty from all the walking and running he did all day. So he took a shower afterwards.

He wanted her. She had always known that. But he was also unpredictable, and that made her want him. She could never predict if it was the animal or the gentleman or both, and even if his initial moves gave away his intent and motives, she knew that it won't be like that for the rest of the night. He waves his wand as if by magic, and she knew she was under his spell.

And she loved it.

She loved the way he slowly and patienly played with her breast, alternatingly fingering the tip of her nipples and caressing the flesh around them. It drove her wild that he can go on doing that for such a long period of time that her anticipation builds up like a brush fire, until she could no longer contain herself. It drove her wild that he took his time knowing her body each and every time, and she constantly asked him if he had grown tired with her, if at all.

She called him the Master of the Slow.

His patience was more than a match to her impatience. While he was taking his time playing with her breasts, she slowly inched her fingers to her already damp lovehole.

He could sense her anticipation growing, so he moved his free hand down to her burning clit. He started licking her nipples, erect as ever, and alternatively sucked each with gusto. Then he slowed down again, pecking the skin around her breasts, her tummy her hips, towards the inside of her thighs. He teased the crease between her legs, and he gently moved the tiny patch of fabric covering the tiny mound of flesh that most men could only dream of laying their eyes on let alone be able to experience it like he had. Hardening the tip of his tongue, he traced the shape of her waist down and around until she moaned and cried in ecstacy and anticipation. She could wait no longer. She could no longer bear the heat burning her from the inside. She must have her fill of him again.

So he obliged her with the method she knew only he could masterfully conduct. He slowly eased her panties off and admired her shaven pubes, randomly flicked his tongue and teased the tip of her magnificently erect clit, and alternately pecked those lips that longed for his majestic twisters. He licked her with delight, missing the act at the same time remembering the last, and he knew he had to do better.

Slow then fast, he let his tongue vibrate the only way he knew that would make her squirm. She grabbed his head almost predictably, gently forcing him to increase his intensity. He slowly inserted his finger to her already damp hole, and probed deep for her magic spot. And sure enough, she came.

Out of breath she eased him upwards and kissed him like she did the first time they kissed. They hungrily probed each other, memorizing each other's touch like they did the last time.

She was impatient, as always, and she grabbed him, urging him to come closer. She pecked and sucked his nipples, erect like hers, and she slowly eased her way.

She licked the tip of his penis like she has done hundreds of times, but he felt somewhat differently. She held his dribblers with both hands, handling them carefully, preparing them for the assault she had been fantasizing of for days. She sucked him, like a girl sucking on a lollipop, alternatively licking his entire shaft while he strained to caress her breasts. Then, like she has done before, she took his entirety deep in her mouth and made him regret the day he refused her.

With her on top, she slid him into her, teasing him at the same time herself. She still couldn't believe his patience, while he held her hips and guided her slowly.

The Master of the Slow, she called him, for he made her scream with his pace.

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Posted 19 May 2007 - 03:29 AM

Two bodies apart. Breath within earshot. Intermittent throat clearing. Eternal tossing and turning.

The proximity and the deadening silence kept me up all night. Almost physically intimate but not quite. The erstwhile comfort zone has resurrected. The familiarity made me feel uncomfortable. Madness.

Animosity dampened (or has it faded?) by the pseudo-bonding moments.

I have to arrest wild thoughts that night. You may be reading false signals. Dont read, just feel it.

The self has become defiant. The self willingly went with the flow. The self humbled itself.

It's liberating. I've never felt so much freer than ever before.

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Posted 07 June 2007 - 04:14 AM

What about Erotic songs?

I find Captain & Tennille's Do That To Me One More Time sexy, erotic, and kinky. Of course there's Barry White whose songs are forever going to be everyone's choice of 'mood' music.

Do That To Me One More Time
Captain & Tennille

Do that to me one more time
Once is never enough with a man like you
Do that to me one more time
I can never get enough of a man like you
Whoa-oh-oh, kiss me like you just did
Oh, baby, do that to me once again

Pass that by me one more time
Once is never enough for my heart to hear
Whoa-oh-oh, tell it to me one more time
I can never hear enough while I got'ya near, oh
Say those words again like you just did
Oh, baby tell it to me once again

Do that to me one more time
Once is never enough with a man like you
Whoa-oh-oh, do that to me one more time
I can never get enough of a man like you, oh
Kiss me like you just did
Oh, baby do that to me once again

Whoa-oh-oh, baby, do that to me once again
Whoa-oh-ho-oh-oh-oh, baby, do that to me one more time
(Do it again)
One more time
(Do it again)
One more time
(Do it again)
One more time
(Do it again)
One more time

(Do it again)
One more time

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Posted 08 June 2007 - 09:36 AM

My try on erotics..


I lifted you gently
against the wall
Your skin smell of wild berries
on clear sleepy dusks
Thin silk clasping your breasts
slips off naturally from curved roads
of your route
I follow my compass
heading south
where musks and sweat
and sweet waterfalls
spurt rainbows in my tongue
A leg on my shoulder
you moan
as I wove and unwove
intricate patches
of wet wool and skin
'Til your warm hand (frosted fingers)
pulled mine towards bossoms
soft as clouds
Thumbing your nipples
as hard as pearls, or as ice, or as diamonds
coated with pink pavements
as pink as the afternoon weathered sky

Lay down at your chest, my love
Hold on to a sail of blissful paths
forged by our moonlight
Welcoming each wave of salt mists
stinging our skin
thirsty for the sea
that is forever

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Posted 26 June 2007 - 01:22 PM

How about "You're Body is a Wonderland" by mayer

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Posted 26 June 2007 - 04:34 PM

Though it wasn't intentional, one of my songs "kinda" became a bump and grind theme for those who have heard it. (And yes, this is a shameless plug).

Don't Fall (25 Sept 06)


Hey babe, just wanna talk to you,
The coffee's good, let's a have a beer or two.
The movie's bad, just drink the night away..


I'm all alone, I know you are as well,
Maybe you and I have tales to tell.
I know it's weird we don't know what to say...


No matter how hard you try to hide
You know that I see it in your eyes.
No matter, whatever you're thinking of
Don't fall in love...


Hearts are beating, temperatures rising.
The scents and senses, so mezmerizing.
How did we ever end up in this state...


Flutterbyes, don't know what else to do.
You wanted me to tell you what I wanted too.
Could we stop before it's all too late...

(repeat chorus)


Accidents happen every day,
But nothing like this to me.
Oh I can't pretend, no, I can't be scared (at all)
Maybe it's just a mistake...


(repeat chorus)

(ad lib)

No matter, whatever you're thinking of,
You don't have to look at the stars above.
No matter, whatever you're thinking of,
Don't fall in love....

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Posted 13 August 2007 - 12:03 PM


ikanto mo ko
bulong nya, sabay yakap
tirik ang mata

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Posted 20 August 2007 - 11:30 AM

Back in my senior year in hs and soph year in college, I was an active member of a Saturday art group that meets once a month in Angono, Rizal to paint and sketch nudes. In some sessions, we explored eroticism and, as such, the models were made to make suggestive poses and facial expressions that titilate the viewers. The works of our group, among others, went on display in Mega Mall a decade ago.

When it comes to eroticism, one of my favorites is French realist Gustave Courbet. His famous painting "L’Origine du monde" depicts the close-up view of the genitals and abdomen of a naked woman lying on a bed and spreading her legs while his other obra, "Le Sommeil," shows a tender moment of sisterly love.

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Posted 20 August 2007 - 03:43 PM

Title: Seek & Destroy Me
a dark erotic dream
(stolen from sumwer :upside: )

It had been rumored that he came out after midnight , behind the old junkyard, he would wander around, walking the isles of crap, just to clear his mind and sort out the motivation for his next k*ll. She was warned not to go, but this overwhelming desire of sensuality came over her every time she thought of him, the only thing she had to go on were printed out drawings from internet sites of those who had claimed to see him. It was also rumored that he was gay and kept his kills within the female population.

She didn't know where the desire came to find him but she embraced the idea of him extincting her life. On this particular eve she decided it was time to put an end to her questions and thoughts of him, she was determined to find out as many facts with her own camera's eye.

It was a little after 2am, she buckled her black platform boots and tightened her long velvet coat around her. Quickly tying her long brown hair into 2 buns and then pinning them securely to the corners her head, she then slipped on her gloves and strapped her camera bag over her shoulder and across the center of her chest.

She walked briskly through the cold winter's night.. melting into the fog that was created by her anxiously warm breath. Maybe it was her death wish that drove the smile that was smeared from one ear to the other. Whatever the case may be she picked up her pace and hooked the right into the yard. Almost immediately she could hear a rustling in the unfamiliar location. Her senses were at their highest peak, she quickly looked from left to right, trying to pinpoint where the sounds were coming from.. then out of nowhere he appeared walking at a moderate pace, taking long drawn out steps, his black gothic cape cascading behind him. He was carrying his lover in his arms and to an unknown location. Both drenched in long black apparel and dark hair with faces that casts out a white beaming blurs. His face peered towards her, their eyes quickly connecting. She couldn't help but feel the warmth from his body, even though way across the yard. She knew he would be back for her so she foolishly waited.

Pressing her back against a tall black laquored light poll she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around herself. Resting her head back she patiently awaited for him to take what she was so graciously offering. Moments had passed and then finally she could feel his cold flesh against her face. He pushed his body into her with all his might. Whispering in her ear he spoke in a language of an unknown origin. Some how her thoughts released them in English.

"You want it, I can feel it and I am now going to take it from you" he said.

Taking the utmost pleasure in his work he wrapped his long white boney but strong fingers around her throat and quickly squeezed as tight as he could, then releasing and violently ripping her camera bag from her and tearing her jacket apart. He closed his own eyes for a moment and felt his way under her shirt. He pushed 2 knuckles securely into her rib cage and then began to push with all his might. She clawed at his back in pain, her moans transferred to muffled screams, For a moment he pulled back and stood staring at her, she shuffled and contemplated on running, but she wanted it, she wanted death or at least sweet pain. He reached down for himself and fumbled with his clothing, not wanting to know of his next move she again tilted her head back and closed her eyes. She could feel his hands around her waist, pawing and ripping down her clothing. He grabbed her body and walked her backwards towards a small pile of dirt. Leaning her back he ripped down the rest of her clothing and proceeded to enter her. Wrapping her legs around his backside she took him inside her. She tried to run her hands with his skin but his arms blocked her motion. Again he regained position and pushed his knuckles back into her rib cage, pushing and pushing as hard as he could. She screamed out in pain and pleasure as he plowed into her both physically and mentally. Never once yelling out for him to stop, only trying to keep consciousness. Her head moved every which way, swaying and falling, so he placed his other hand over her mouth and used that placement to anchor her head onto the dirt behind her. Holding her in place and covering the screams that dripped into his ear... He was starting to have no mercy on her and that obviously made him push his knuckles harder. Her blue green eyes rapidly turned black and thoughts of death danced joyfully through her mind.. the pain was so great she begged and yelled out for him to *just do it!*. Giving one last push you could hear the breaking and splintering of one of the bones in her rib cage, causing her to almost faint, but just before her body went loose she suddenly lost all control, screaming in pleasure and flailing into him. He then released all grips from her but then quickly latched onto her waist to grind into her with all his might, then pushing and pulling his cock from her. She drooped over and held her side in pain and then followed his motion, trying to throw her torso into his, again his body thrusted inside her. He wanted to end this right so he clasped onto her neck with both hands and used it as a harness, to slam her body harder, with each movement what little oxygen she had left vaporized into the air, short scratchy noises dribbled from her lips.. *harder, harder... dooo it.. k*ll me.. ughh f#&k, yess k*ll me now* she whispered over and over as her vocal cords slowly started to crush. But for some reason, he knew that letting her live would be the best punishment for her...so he released his grip and slipped out of her...*go away now* was all she remembered hearing as her body crashed to the floor, her face smacked against an old rusty metal bumper that would soon break her fall.....later that morning she woke up in her bedroom, under her covers and unaware how she made it back home. The first thing on her mind was getting online and emailing a few of the people who had experiences with him seeing him, as she opened her email box...there was an email with the subject line reading: Until we meet again. She quickly double clicked, there was nothing, no text...could it be ? She hoped soo....but she had no choice but to wait, so night after night, month after month and year after year she always made it a point to take a nightly stroll through the yard, she never did see him again, but every once in a while...she would hear his whispers drift through the air....

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Posted 20 August 2007 - 09:06 PM

Good pace and nice prose, keeps you going right till the end, sweet dreams miss.

Take care


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Posted 20 August 2007 - 09:10 PM

Am going through a bit of a Bukowski phase at the minute, but am still undecided whether the guy loves women or is a total misogynist, he's quite ambiguous at time.


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Posted 21 August 2007 - 11:35 AM

Oh yeah, check out these great album covers. Masterpieces they are.

Greatest Album Covers....Not

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Posted 21 August 2007 - 07:14 PM

my take on adam and eve...
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