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 This wonder piece on Lesbian erotica was written by a male and read at the last Salon. Towards the end of the Salon we had an open forum discussing writing from a different sexual perspective. Violet Glaze had also read works she had written on homoerotica. Frantic Lesbian has a Bizarre Fetish By Walter J.F. If I tell The following is a read-bite (Did I just coin this word? Is there an equivalent to sound-bite for words in print other than excerpt?) from Lucy Felthouses’ book The Great Outdoors. Lucy sent me the following email. “…excerpt of one of my stories, called ‘Fun in the Forest.’ It’s part of a two-story mini-book called Friendly reminder, next Salon, third Tuesday of the month – March 16. Lovely poems sent in by Robert Wilson, who lives too far to attend Salon so I promised to post. You will notice I quoted his conflicted thoughts on erotica. I have them also and I suspect others do as well. I honestly don’t think Verse sent from individual who lives at a great distance from the Salon, therefore doesn’t attend. He has honored the site with his words. Your perfectly poised lips, gently parted, puffed by arousal, …Are they lightly caressing? Are they softly kissing? Are they whispering something sexy? And your eyelids, closed but not clenched, as if a flutter, surely cover your eyes A poem I wrote last year, or was it the year before? For my Valentine. Our Loving Fuck Susana Mayer Tonight my dear, why not a loving fuck? I shall dress up just for you, my bright red bustier, silk stockings up so high, heels to accentuate the ass you love, feather to awaken your soul. And you, red The following poem appeared in Broad Street Reviews, February 8, 2010 Blog. Lynn Hoffman, www.LynnHoffman.com, the author, has presented at the Salon on several occasions. I truly enjoy his writings. The Truth About Love There are only a few openings left for assured reading at February’s Salon, then I shall start a waiting list. Please follow the guidelines – navigation bar at top of the site. Poem by Petronius Arbiter, translator – Kenneth Rexroth Good God, what a night that was, The bed was so soft, and how we clung, Burning together, lying I truly love Haiku Sexual Haiku anonymous You approach, thick, hard My mouth eagerly awaits Good to the last drop I enjoyed the story I link to below. It was posted on a great website that I guest blog for occasionally. I’ll start writing more for them in the near future. This was written by Video Witness (obviously a pseudonym). “All I could think about was why would you refuse me? Why did you make it Author: Izumi Shikibu (970-1030) When I think of you, fireflies in the marsh rise like the soul’s jewels, lost to eternal longing, abounding my body |
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