SAM SHARPE This may be hard to believe, but I haven't done a lot of dating in my life. If you're confused, allow me to be a little bit more precise. See, I've been in several long term committed relationships, peppered with several relatively brief spells of casual, no-holds barred, get in where I fit in liaisons. In fact, until a couple of summers ago when I decided that I would actively choose to be single for at least two years, I had spent 10 of the previous

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ELIZABETH ROSE I awaken to touch, and then confusion. I feel the ghost of a caress on my neck and my breath catchs in my throat. My eyes are still closed, and in the darkness I reach out to you. (more...)


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ELIZABETH ROSE “You can’t handle the truth!” – Jack Nicholson, A Few Good Men Long ago, in a far away land, Elizabeth Rose was very much in love. She lived with a man who made her laugh, had a cock she dreamed of at night and could make her smile with the simplest glance or the lightest touch. (more...)


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SKYE BLUE Ladies, picture it. There you are lying a top your CBM (current bed mate) basking in the afterglow of a magically delicious round of sex, when he says: ‘Hey, my friend is throwing a party for his girl next weekend. You wanna come with?’ His words were spoken with such nonchalance, that as you lay there in your ‘blissed out’ post orgasmic state, you almost miss the magnitude of what he’s said. But eventually it hits you...

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ELIZABETH ROSE

On the 6th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...

...a constant topic of conversation. Merry Christmas everyone! (more...)


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ELIZABETH ROSE "On the 3rd day of Christmas my true love gave to me, three french hens, two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree" When Skye, Sam and I first discussed our 12 days of Love posts, I was cynical and derisive of the idiocies performed by people in love. It has been a fair few years since Cupid's arrows last found their target in me so I could sit in my glasshouse and throw stones. Now I find myself in a quandry. (more...)


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