Does it make me more perverse that I like to inhale deeply as girls pass so I can smell their shampoo? Or perfume, but usually it’s their hair I smell. Or baby powder. Which is always sexy though it seems as if it shouldn’t be. Especially since it conjures to mind white cotton underwear.
I don’t [...]
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The dream I had last night was of being a slave of some corporation or group of men. They shuttled a lot of us into the Rocky Mountains and kept track of us through tracking devices they had implanted into us. They then had us do errands and other odd dealings with other corporations and [...]
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I sipped my water. It was warm, no doubt due to the weather. It was hot.
I looked at her. Without breaking her stare at me, she reached down into her cup, grabbed her ice and placed it in mine.
I smiled. It was a beautiful gesture.
And when I raised the cup to my lips, the water [...]
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Penthouse has always been an intriguing magazine to me. I don’t think it’s very special, perhaps even sub-par, except when it comes to the “Forum” section. That’s really the only thing that makes Penthouse remotely interesting to me.
Penthouse was the second porn I ever got to look at.
Third if you count the scraps of [...]
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I find stereotypes to be an interesting phenomenon. How people of one sex view those of the opposite sex. How girls are trained as they become women by society to expect men to be hard. Not in any sexual sense, but an emotional one. How they expect men to not get upset by loud voices [...]
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Right now, Jason and Polly are showering, together, while I lay on the bed, listening to Cypress Hill and watching some cop show muted on TV.
I hate cop shows. I hate them showering together. I hate the beach.
I think I might even hate myself. Who I am. What I have become. What I want to [...]
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Do you think attraction is genetic? Does it come out of something intrinsic or primal? Or does it work in a simpler way? Is it based on something superficial? If so, where does it come from? I mean, why do I fall in love three or four times a week? Why do I love blonde-haired [...]
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It was the summer after eighth grade, after Jessica and I had broken up that I got a phone call from her. From her new boyfriend. Who was an acquaintance of mine. Band.
Dan was an odd duck. Very weird. Treated the world as if it made no sense to him. Not because it was complicated, [...]
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Takes some fucking balls.
Do you understand department stores? I only ask because they seem to be a dying breed. I go in them so much less often than as a child, which I’m sure is less still than my parents and so on back. They seem outdated — they have no real brand name on [...]
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My bio teacher’s name was Lupa. Miss Lupa.
