tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42246134123615378102024-03-05T03:45:47.334-06:00Ssshhhh......Here sits a region of my mind. A region i choose to share, nothing more Mangus Khanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08863628982444999951noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224613412361537810.post-67460406838762933422017-11-21T15:57:00.004-06:002017-11-21T15:57:54.022-06:00Oops!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I needed the money, and my buddy knew my weakness. So he got me a protection gig. It was supposed to low keyed operation. Two socialites in an unmarked nothing to draw attention to the principals. The women were a little flirty, but fun loving. I didn’t mind much I figured it would be a wild night, and some guy might have a chance to get lucky. I had no idea it could be me.<br />
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“Hey, handsome where are you, taking us?” The blond in sunglasses asked.<br />
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“Electra’s” I answered<br />
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“We love Electra’s” The blond sitting directly behind me exclaimed.<br />
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“Honey, may we asked you a question?” Sunglasses asked<br />
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“Yes, ma’am was is it?” I asked<br />
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There was a bit of giggling, then one sitting behind me asked, “Do you like to be sucked?”<br />
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I swallowed hard, and cock jerked a bit, but I refused to answer. I kept driving, and we finally reached Electra’s. I got out and walked around to the other side of the car. I didn’t realize I was rock hard. I was standing by the door looking in when I noticed Sunglasses had her breasts out pushed together between her arms. Then she said, “I didn’t to make you hard, oops!!!”Mangus Khanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08863628982444999951noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224613412361537810.post-63492782656624680482017-11-14T12:08:00.001-06:002017-11-14T12:08:47.500-06:00Incentive<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sitting here staring at a blank screen, hoping the words will come, Just sitting here waiting, yeah, any minute now. The rush is going to happen, and I get lost in the groove, engulfed by the zone. Yeah, that what I get telling myself, its day 14 of the stupid contest that I enter every year and I have already run out of things to say. But, I can’t tell her that. I can’t let her know the faith she has in me is misplaced. She said if I wrote 1000 words a day we could play. She had brought me out to the country to write, to be free of distraction. I hear the wind rust the leaves right outside the window. I looked out only to see her sitting there looking at me. Her legs were spread open an attractive manner. She was barely wearing anything, just a blouse and lace underwear. How could she be doing this to me? I was trying to concentrate, but I could think about was having my way with her. I felt myself becoming excited, and the words started to flow. The more I looked at her, the faster they came. That’s what I call incentive.Mangus Khanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08863628982444999951noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224613412361537810.post-67475549556152591382016-01-22T19:06:00.002-06:002016-01-22T19:06:50.011-06:00Never Been Kissed <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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She said it was the hottest spot in town. Nothing was
happening with my unfinished novel I decided to pull out of the archives since the
laid off. It was dead and I knew it. It was an open scene at the club
everything went. I sat the bar nursing a scotch when I noticed two men, covered
in this wild paint that made glow under special light. The two started kissing
passionately, as I watched them I realized it had been a long time since I had
been kissed like that…So long it was like I never been kissed. <o:p></o:p></div>
Mangus Khanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08863628982444999951noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224613412361537810.post-84751024639598904102015-10-08T18:31:00.000-05:002015-10-08T22:05:43.929-05:00Kissing Scene <div class="MsoNormal">
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written anything for public consumption. Yet, when are summoned by Naomi, you
do your best to get off your butt and get the laptop hopping. With a solid
playlist blaring in my ear, I will try to string together a few sentences and
hopefully at the end of it, there just might be something … here is a little
bit from my unfinished novel. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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leaving no doubt who was there, Alice. Jasmine
smelled a particular way on her. Alice took my hand and said she would walk me
home, I reluctantly agreed. I wasn’t really in any condition to be walking, but,
the night air would do me some good. We
talked about nothing in particular, as if she hadn’t shattered my heart,
leaving me standing at the football stadium, looking at a set of taillights. I
decided to drop it and continue enjoying the moment. We were half way to my
house when we decided to take the alley between Kaufmann grocery and the Moose
Lodge, then things began to get interesting. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> Alice stopped and pulled my head down. She
began giving me a deep, searing, kiss. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Her
hands exploded my body, as our tongues explored each other mouths. I broke our
kiss to tell her my apartment was close, but she placed her finger on my lips,
as I began to speak. She unzipped my jeans announcing her intentions. Her
breasts were ample and soft to the touch. She pushed her breasts into my hands
softly moaning as I squeezed gently. She unbuttoned her blouse placing my hands
where she wanted them. I leaned forward taking her rigid nipple in my mouth. I
nursed it gently at first, as my hunger built, the harder I nursed. I could
feel her hand stroking me to an erection. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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pushed me against a stack of bread racks and began kissing her way down my
stomach. My god her tongue felt good. Her
tongue swirled around and around my navel. She slowly began working my jeans
down to my knees. She had a firm grip of my cock. I could feel the warmth of
her breath on the tip. I closed my eyes, still not believing what was about to
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open and knocked me and the bread racks to the left. It was Mr. Kaufmann. Alice
ran off in a roar of laughter. I followed once I got my jeans up. We laughed so hard, I ran into a nearby
dumpster.as I tried to button up my jeans. Alice was a bit more graceful. She dodged the
dumpster without breaking stride. As I recovered I could hear Mr. Kaufmann
swearing behind us, but all I could make out was “Damn kids, get a room!” </span><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Mangus Khanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08863628982444999951noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224613412361537810.post-67249130162315680502015-05-14T20:15:00.003-05:002015-05-14T20:16:35.506-05:00Day One, Link One<div class="MsoNormal">
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I opened my eyes to see a waterbug happily crawling about in the corner. It
kept hitting its head, as if there was a hole. Then he skidded along the trim,
as if he had one too many. Looking around the room I recognized nothing. Where
was I? Why was I here? Naked white walls encased me. A single window with
closed blinds was directly across from me. An empty desk with a chair was by
the door. Where did it lead? My head pounded like it been attacked by a legion
of tiny men with hammers. I looked around the room to see where the little
bastards went. It was one thing to attack me, but at least have the balls to
face me afterward; I felt cheated. To cap things off, I had an odd taste in my
mouth like I'd been french kissing a dump truck. My jaw played this peculiar
melody of cracks and pops as I yawned.
Rubbing my face, I discovered a beard long past the need of trimming. I
sat up wondering what the hell happened. I had a strong urge for a smoke, a cup
of java, and a little loving. However, by looking at my surroundings I figured
the first two were a maybe and the last was out of the question, but there is
always hope. I heard a muffled scraping sound, like something was being dragged
across the floor. I saw the top of a head and two beady eyes peeking through a
transom. Someone yelled, then I heard a thump against the door as my peeping
tom jumped down, fucking perv. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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felt heavy, as if someone was sitting on my shoulders. I was able to stand, but
walking seemed to be something else entirely. My feet felt were as though I was
wearing cement shoes. Shuffling my feet
forward stopping every few steps to steady myself, I made my way to the desk
and leaned against it. Voices streamed into my room. I heard a woman screaming
and another singing about a ticket to ride a double dutch bus. I rifled through
the drawers to find a clue, but they where empty. Carefully, I headed towards
the door. Not sure, if I wanted to let that world into my space, but I needed
answers. Where was I? How long I had
been here? Finally, I made it to the
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Mangus Khanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08863628982444999951noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224613412361537810.post-74310840067065190742015-05-12T11:12:00.000-05:002016-02-05T11:23:46.064-06:00The Super <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Dawn came sooner than expected. It felt like I just closed my eyes, but the clock on the wall told a different story. Each night it’s a crap shoot, whether you get enough sleep. Too much you feel like crap; too little and you feel just as bad. So you ride the wave, taking what you can get. Preparing yourself for the madness that morning brings. Hopefully, you have gotten enough to deal. For five years, I have lived in this dusty one bedroom apartment that I pay entirely too much for. To catch a break on the rent, I double as the super. Yeah, I am pretty handy with a pair of vise-grips, a roll duct tape, and can of WD-40. It had been reasonably quiet in the building until about six months ago. <o:p></o:p></div>
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That’s when this stubby sort of a man in 4B, starting giving me grief. Normally, I have nothing against stubby people, I've known a few of them over them the years and generally, they are pleasant people. However, this jackass needs to be shot. Oops, I promised my mother I would give up profanity for lent. Well, stop shaking your head. Giving up profanity happens to be a big deal for me. So there …. <o:p></o:p></div>
Mangus Khanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08863628982444999951noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224613412361537810.post-42815731042234747352015-05-08T09:16:00.000-05:002015-05-08T09:16:06.211-05:00Hunted<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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To look at him you would have never guessed it. Those
captivating eyes with a majestic gaze, tanned skin, and sculpted frame. He had
his pick no matter where he went. Over a dozen women fell prey to his charms
before he was discovered. There was an evil that lurked inside of him. Normally,
I would worry about him and his actions. Normally, I would chalk things up to
fate. Until he picked the wrong women. My sweet, sweet Marlie she never done
anything to anyone. Now, his soul better belong to Jesus, cause his ass belongs
to me. <o:p></o:p></div>
<br />Mangus Khanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08863628982444999951noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224613412361537810.post-70507908264835552702015-05-07T11:09:00.000-05:002015-05-07T11:09:45.945-05:00Famished - Restructure (WIP)<div class="MsoNormal">
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<b>Author note:</b> This is a segment of my current erotic project. Like so many of our stories it started with a picture. A very talented writer sent me a short take on the picture. From there, I was able to conjure up this tale. Like I always say ... sometimes in the words of others, when can sometimes find our own. I hope you enjoy it</div>
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“Honey, this is Silvia. We were together a long time before
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“So this is the woman you left for me?” <o:p></o:p></div>
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Sophia smiled warmly, “Yes, honey this is the woman. “<o:p></o:p></div>
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I sat there for a few seconds before answering. I thought
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“It is lovely to meet you, Silvia” <o:p></o:p></div>
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She smiled, “It is lovely to meet you as well. I always
wondered who was the gent, who stole my girl?” <o:p></o:p></div>
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I began to chuckle and the girls joined me. We sat there
talking about our lives and the things people talk about while they are in
public. Sophia, hand taken my hand and scooted closer to me. A waitress came by and took our order. Then it
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“So Sophia, Yusuf must have an impressive cock.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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Sophia blushed, as she sipped her wine, “Yes he does.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“I figured as much I remember well how you loved to suck a
nice cock. So much in fact, I often wondered if you were into women at all.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes dear, you have quite the talented tongue. I am getting
moist just thinking about how well you used it.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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I completely understood what Silvia was expressing my cock
had begun to stiffen in response to the conversation. Sophia’s face was crimson.
Her eyes sparkled and she rubbed her hand up and down my thigh. Before long she
had reached my erection and smiled. Silvia watched us and spoke <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Tell me Yusuf, is this talk about her tongue exciting you?”
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“He is as hard as rock.” Sophia explained <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Be a darling, and suck it for him.” Silvia suggested<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sophia eyes sparkled at Silvia’s suggestion. Her hand
continued stroking my cock through my pants. If I didn’t get relief soon I was
going to explode. Perhaps, I could excuse myself to the restroom and rub one
out. It was too risky I could get caught. Sophia slowly unzipped my slacks and
pulled out my cock. She stroked it slow and deliberate. I leaned back my head
enjoying the sensation when I heard Silvia speak up. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Sophia, you are stroking his cock, aren’t you? … you
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Sophia smiled and continued pleasuring me, “There was a time
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Silvia licked her lips and drop her hand between her legs, “I
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I hope you have enjoyed this taste of my work...Below is a link for much more talented writers </div>
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Mangus Khanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08863628982444999951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224613412361537810.post-17862489888395208272015-05-01T17:07:00.001-05:002016-02-05T10:55:45.876-06:00Castles and Dreams <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I desperately needed a vacation. My truck had broken down on the interstate and I left my wallet at home so I could call AAA. So I called my girlfriend. She rescued me 20 minutes later. Once we returned home I sat on the couch and started thumping through a travel magazine. Oh, how I wanted to me barefooted walking through the ocean of grass. So relaxing. My girlfriend cleared her throat, then I noticed her breasts were out called to me. My member began to stiffen, as took her nipple into my mouth. Now I just needed the castle. <o:p></o:p></div>
Mangus Khanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08863628982444999951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224613412361537810.post-7549364947402377132015-04-30T13:42:00.001-05:002015-04-30T13:42:17.512-05:00Eruption was eminent<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
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as she leaned back. Her hands gripped each side of my torn shirt. We hadn't
taken the time to get fully undressed. Sweat splashed in my face from her
drenched hair slinging side to side. She rode me harder and harder with each
pump. Our breathing was definitely labored, but neither one of us cared much.</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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nearly coming completely off my cock. Letting out a shriek of passion....I
could feel the warmth of her orgasm glide down my cock. I pulled her hips down
on to me thrusting relentless hoping to intensify her orgasm. I suppose she
could feel my cock begin to swell because began riding it harder and faster
until I couldn't hold back anymore. I plunged my cock deep inside her. Our
bodies stiffened and jerked until the orgasm subsided. Slowly she removed
herself off my cock, lowering herself from between my legs. First, I resisted
spreading my legs because I wasn't sure if I could handle anything more. She covered
me with gentle kisses and light licks that could have parted the Red Sea. She
slowly worked her way to my sac and began to massage them. Quick, light licks
on each ball made my body jerk. I was torn between wanting her to stop, but I so
desperately needing her to continue.</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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licked its length. Her eyes locked on mine. I began to drown in the sensuality
of her gaze. I shuttered as her lips moved to gently touch my cheeks, nose, and
earlobe, as she stroked me. The warmth of her breath sent a surge through every
orifice of my body as she seductively whispered her intent in my ear. My
pounding heart skipped and my breathing labored as her tongue traced the
outline of my ear. My lover’s strokes continued with meaning and purpose. Each
stroke took me closer and closer to the brink. I could see that she was biting
down firmly on her bottom lip. Groaning and exhaling through her nose as she
stroked slow and deliberate. Pre-cum had begun to form and my resistance was
dwindling each moment. Her tongue began to dart and flicker all the head of my
cock. Eruption was eminent…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Mangus Khanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08863628982444999951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224613412361537810.post-67469476041918912192015-04-21T18:05:00.004-05:002016-02-05T10:56:31.692-06:00The Haze<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The darkness rolled in with a fury on the backs of the clouds. The wind began to howl, rattling the windows and slamming the shutters against the house. The scent of rain filled the room, but nay drop fell. The flame of the candle flickers in its aqua container, illuminating the room with its aura. His books stacked perfectly, each one resting on another, interlocked forming a barrier around him. Their spines spoke the tales within. Each tale blends with the next, filling his mind, filling his soul, like a lullaby. Slowly he begins to drift off into a haze, slowly he becomes its passenger, and slowly he becomes its spectator. He feels the warmth of her breath on his face, so soothing. He feels her soft, wet lips gently press against his cheek, pressing him deeper into the haze. A strand of her hair brushes across his brow, wiping away the doubt. Deeper he drifts. Deeper into the haze. Sometimes in the words of others, we somehow …somehow we find our own <o:p></o:p></div>
Mangus Khanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08863628982444999951noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224613412361537810.post-35819454307860955782015-04-17T13:21:00.000-05:002016-02-05T11:01:36.722-06:00Nothing <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was young when I learned the Quill controlled me, I didn't control the Quill. We would sit and silently stare into the nothingness. A smile slowly creeps onto our face, a woman standing on the isle. Her body and soul captured in the melody of the sea that surrounds. We are dreaming the things we dream in the daytime. Our lover walks into the room, watching us smile and asks “What is it?” We are slightly startled because we didn't hear them come in. With a slight smile, as we’re pulled back from our special world. And simply say, “Nothing.” <o:p></o:p></div>
Mangus Khanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08863628982444999951noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224613412361537810.post-8032783417482746182015-04-10T19:17:00.003-05:002015-04-10T19:17:35.945-05:00A Kiss <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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an hour to get to her. An about hour I would be swallowing a drove of unspoken
emotions I would get each time I took one look at her face. As I traveled
across the asphalt ocean, I could see us sitting in the flower garden, talking
about nothing in particular, just there spending time together. I longed to
have the courage say what was on my heart. To tell her tonight we should surrender
to passion. The passion that brews from a kiss. A rogue kiss where our tongues
tangled and our lips explore one another.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Mangus Khanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08863628982444999951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224613412361537810.post-79509865981070587112015-03-17T16:39:00.001-05:002015-10-08T21:57:38.797-05:00Whispers Speak <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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the gentle breeze cools my overheated frame. The sun has tucked itself into the
folds of darkness, closing the portal to the perception of light. However, it
opens another portal to a dimension of undefined sounds and pleasures. I rest in
my chair, as the wind brings me a tempting ballad. I can hear desire strumming
the chords of a yearning soul. Moaning softly, I run my tongue across my
parched lips. I like it when they call to me. I like when I hear the song their
lips will never sing. Yes, I love it when their dreams speak....</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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open window I appear. I see you step out of the shower and wipe away the steam
from the mirror. Quietly, you stand there gazing at yourself, wondering if the
person you see is really you. You slip into a silk nitey and open a chilled
bottle of merlot. Your pour yourself a glass and sit on the edge of the bed.
Your thoughts betray you. I moan as they surge through my body, awakening me.
Slowly you moisten your lips, as your juices are flowing signaling your arousal
is complete…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Mangus Khanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08863628982444999951noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224613412361537810.post-27227835936971469092015-03-16T19:17:00.002-05:002015-03-16T19:17:53.632-05:00Guest Author Feature: Angelica Dawson <br />
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Will has no interest in women. He thinks them all animals to
be trained, beaten. It doesn't take him long to discover his preference for
men, but time and error reveal how wrong view toward women is. Before long, he
is able to separate the way he treats women, which is still horrific, from the
way he regards women, as fellow human beings. <o:p></o:p></div>
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How does a slave become an equal? What does it take for a
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In the fourth installment of her Blue Moon House series,
Angelica introduces Will, a slave boy from the early nineteenth century. You
can purchase Slave on <a href="http://www.amazon.ca/Blue-Moon-House-Slave-Prequels-ebook/dp/B00TJKQJI4">Amazon</a>,
<a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/522589">Smashwords</a>, and <a href="http://naughtynightspress.com/nnpstore2/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=5&products_id=122">Naughty
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Angelica Dawson is the author of Blue Moon House, which has
been in the top ten best-selling titles at Naughty Nights Press for over six
months. She has also written two short stories, “The Highest Bidder” and “Leave
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She contributes flash fiction to several blogging
collectives and excerpts from work in progress can also be found on her <a href="http://angelicadawson.blogspot.com/">blog</a>. She is active on <a href="http://facebook.com/authorangelicadawson">Facebook</a> and <a href="http://twitter.com/angelicadawson">Twitter</a>.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She has been writing for several years and having sex a lot
longer than that. Angelica is a wife, mother and environmental consultant. Her
love of plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards –
mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Will waited in the room he had recently cleaned. It was
earlier than the vampires usually received their clients, but he was already in
the house. He was also eager. He had left this room until last, and had put
away his rags, mop and bucket, waiting for Nicholas.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I didn’t hear you leave,” Nicholas said as he entered. “I
was tempted to rest longer and make you wait, but I don’t want to strain your
trust. Will, take off your clothes. When you are in this room, for any reason
other than cleaning it, you will remove your clothes. Do you understand?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes, Master.” He shed his pants quickly, tossing them in
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Nicholas moved around him and Will looked over his shoulder
but didn’t turn around. He heard wooden doors creak on their hinge, and then
felt ropes wrap his wrists. His cock, beginning to elongate from undressing,
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“You like this?” Nicholas asked, the rope seeming to wind
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“Yes, M-Master,” Will answered, stuttering.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Will had to be careful to get down on his knees without
falling on his face. He had no arms to brace himself with. He managed though,
and as soon as he had, Nicholas rounded him and attached a small leather sleeve
over his penis. He cinched it tight and Will experienced a new sensation. The
pull toward his tip, normally steadily met with a surge back, was halted. His penis
continued to fill, to throb, but none of his blood could come back.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Master, I—”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Silence,” Nicholas said. “Trust me, Will.” He bent over the
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Will closed his eyes, enjoying the
tingle and tickle the vampire’s wet tongue made. He’d only begun to sigh, when
a pinch followed. Will cried out at the sudden piercing, then gasped at the
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“Master!” he shouted. “I’m going to explode!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“No you aren’t, Will. That ring won’t let you.” As soon as
Nicholas took his mouth from Will’s neck the fire began to subside. It was just
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Circling Will, Nicholas repeated his procedure on the other
side of Will’s neck. He screamed out again, the pain in his cock mounting as it
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“Soon, Will, soon,” Nicholas promised, smoothing the boy’s
short curls, and tilting his head up for a kiss. Will happily accepted that,
catching his breath while filling his heart. He might not have an understanding
of love, but he was sure this was how it felt.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I had everything a guy could imagine, a trendy home, a trendy car, and a trendy girlfriend. As long as the books were selling, things were pretty awesome, but when the books stopped selling there went the house, the car, and the girlfriend. That's right, my life was a country and western song. Not even a top selling one, one of those songs that starts out in your mother's kitchen. She's humming while kneading some bread. The song doesn't make it any further than the front porch, while your mother is picking peas, your sister is peeling taters, and you are practicing your whittling with a bar of soap. Yet, I suppose it doesn't need to go any further than that. Because you know deep down, no one will ever sing it the way that Mama does.</div>
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The Paradise was the local drive-in that was located at the end 6th avenue and Church, which was the neutral zone. This meant no gang activity at the drive-in. It was the only place in town where you could walk around without worrying about no one beating you senseless for simply being on the wrong side of town. My little brother, Trey, wanted to go see a double feature playing there this weekend. I was 17 and hanging out with your 12 year old little brother when you where supposed to chasing tail, wasn't ideal. In order to get to the Paradise, we had to cross enemy territory. I had knew the 6th Ave boys owed me a few beatings for jumping a couple of them when they got caught in my neighborhood. Trey didn't know anything about my part in the beating, but he had witnessed a few as they happened. </div>
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Everything was wrong from the start, I should have walked away, packed up my tools and got the hell out of there. The endless alarms going off in my head weren't enough to keep me going against every shred of decency in my being. That says a lot. I come from a time the entire neighborhood got a piece you when you acted up. Mothers washed out their foulmouthed offspring with soap. I can still taste the different flavors; Ivory, Dove, and Irish Spring. Irish Spring, in my opinion, was the best because of it minty taste. Though I can't remember any of my friend's mother doing it them... anyway. As soon as, my boss offered to orally copulate me weekly in order to satisfy her odd craving, something changed inside of me. After a slight pause,(I do mean slight) I agreed. Now, I know on the surface it looks as if I am a shallow opportunistic bastard, but I swear somewhere neath the slime was a genuine concern for a fellow human being. What would you have me do? I very well couldn't allow her out there picking up strangers from the bar, supermarket, or the random hookup in the copy room. I felt I was offering my services of sorts in the name dignity and honor...or at least that is what I keep telling myself. The truth is ... I really never a chance to decline the offer. Before I knew it she was kneeling in front of me engrossed in satisfying her hunger. I must say she was quite skilled. A few groans and a spasm later it was over. My body tingled like I had been stung by thousand lightning bugs. Yeah, Yeah ...before you say it … I know lightning bugs don't sting, you have to admit it a certain ring to it. Sometimes in storytelling that makes all the difference.</div>
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Before we go any further, I suppose I should introduce myself. I believe its only fair to have a name to associate the scum too. Son of a bitch, sorry motherfucker, and slimy bastard do have a certain ring to them. Hell, they even roll off the tongue if pronounced correctly. However, like most things in this world, they tend to lose their flavor with over usage. I am Nathan Gower, award-winning novelist, creator of the Cicero Wafe series. (lifting up my glass of single-malt with a hardy howdy) Perhaps, you have heard of them. No applause necessary, if you have. If not, where the hell you been? Chuck the rock, step out the closet and boost your life. I suppose I should take in account my little gems have been out of print for over fifteen years, but I won't. There was talk of a movie once, but that shriveled up like an erection when my girlfriend caught me banging her lesbian roommate with untamed gusto. My girlfriend was livid, I tried to explain it was my civic duty to convert her roommate back. How was I suppose to know the two of them had a thing on the Q.T. … The Hush, Hush. I begged her not to shut me out with promises lewd, freaky, and if stimulated properly, primal acts in the name of experimentation. I thought I had a fighting chance because we were still quite active, but my girlfriend wasn't hearing any of it. Man, I just can't catch a break.</div>
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They had a deal, no emotional attachment. They both had been through the wringer and wanted to feel anything, but the pain they had suffered. At first, it was just conversations on the phone. Then it progressed to late night movies and dinners in private, just the two of them helping each other through the pain. Unfortunately, somewhere along the way she began to matter to him more than she should. Though he was sure she didn't share his feelings, his feelings for her continued to grow. He had given her a key with an open invitation to come to his apartment whenever she wanted, Something he never dreamed she would take him up on. The night had slipped into the arms of the morning. The embrace radiated through the window, wiping away the sleepiness of the night. He walked into the kitchen to begin his morning routine and his life changed before his eyes. On his ratty blue leather couch laid hope, longing and confusion all rolled together in the form of a sleeping beauty. She lay there her back facing him. He wanted to wake her, but she was exposed. He covered her thinking they needed to redefine the terms of their arrangement. </div>
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didn't ride it anymore because he hurt his leg in the war. He promised it would
be mine when I grew into it. However, that would take forever. I put my bike in
its proper place in the garage and stood there staring at dad's bike. I stepped
closer and rubbed my hand along the seat then gripped the handlebars. I wasn't
tall enough to get my leg over the bar, but there was a milk crate in the
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waved to my friends as I passed by and they followed on their bikes. I pedaled
my heart out, speeding away until their screams became whispers; their faces
turned to blurs, and faded into the horizon. The park was a short distance from
the neighborhood and all the kids rode there. There was a lake on the far end
of the park with a picnic table. I could prop the bike up there and get off. I
had a half loaf of stale bread with me and to feed the ducks, as the other
riders passed by giggling and laughing among themselves. Soon, my friends would
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"Yes, Mom?" I replied <o:p></o:p></div>
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"Supper" she replied <o:p></o:p></div>
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"I'll be right there" <o:p></o:p></div>
Mangus Khanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08863628982444999951noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224613412361537810.post-12000746254472033532015-01-06T11:26:00.001-06:002015-01-06T11:26:23.604-06:00What was that ?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It took me a minute to find it, but I did. slowly I walk towards
her. From my gaze my intentions were clear. She just stood waiting,
subconsciously she moistened her lips. She seemed a bit nervous, but she knew
what was about to happen, but not how. Our lips finally met. Our tongue danced
as they explored each other's mouths. I could feel her knees weaken, as she
grabbed ahold of me. I lifted her and carried her to a nearly table. Our kiss
turns searing and passionate. I part her legs and rub her sweetness. Our kisses breaks, our foreheads touch, as I
slide her saturated panties to the side.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My fingers explore the folds of her sweetness. She moaned deeply
into my mouth. I felt pressure on my shoulders as she directed me to where she
needed me. Happily, I fell to my knees and become intoxicated by her aroma. My
tongue teasing her swollen lips and clit. My fingers probed in and out charting
new depths. Finally, I wrap lips around her clit, sucking it not too hard, just
enough. Her juices coated my fingers and her moans filled my ears. My stiffen
tongue replaced my fingers. Her hips grind hard against my mouth. I lap
feverishly. I suck relentlessly and wade in the cascades of her nectar. <o:p></o:p></div>
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She panted softly, "What was that?" <o:p></o:p></div>
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My Reply, "tung -po - tiger style"<o:p></o:p></div>
Mangus Khanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08863628982444999951noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224613412361537810.post-8885347660335966332014-12-23T10:19:00.002-06:002014-12-23T21:06:37.151-06:00Let the games begin...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The day had been a particularly long and I was looking a
quiet evening at home. I stopped and got some take out before heading home.
Once, I arrived I noticed she had beat me home. She met me at door right off
the kitchen. She was completely nude and had a couple glasses of wine in her
hands. I dropped my work material and took a glass from her. She
kissed me softly and asked how my day had been. Honestly, that was the last
thing on my mind. Perhaps it was the perfectly sculpted legs adorned with 3’inch pumps.
Her breasts were on the small size, but those rock hard nipples were always a
vision. Being a breast man believe me something like this can make of the
difference. That short authoritative hair cut allowed the fullness of her beauty
to be revealed. She the glass from my hand and gently placed it on the cupboard
beside us. Then she began to slowly to kiss me softly all over my lips and
neck. She skillfully removed my member and started preparing him of the next level. I sighed, thinking let the games begin …<o:p></o:p></div>
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