Tag Archives: Erotic

2 summer tanka

Deer in the hayfield – the dogs watch from a distance from beneath the pines, ears cocked, knowing their own minds with the sureness of old hills. A midsummer night breathes strangely erotic dreams through open windows clairvoying eleven does … Continue reading

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Laundry

SHE IS DRIFTING in the warm lulling roar of the laundromat. She is a writer of erotica, and she has her standards. No vampires, no werewolves, no zombies.  She’s no prude; au contraire, light bondage is just too trendy, has … Continue reading

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