These stories blend into poetry sometimes. Most are fiction, but every piece of fiction probably has some reality behind it someplace, even if that reality is only a fantasy. Although, on the other hand most pieces of reality end up being partly fantasy by the time they reach our memories. If you want to know what the codes mean below the titles, look at the story code faq, also I have summed this up in a quick guide to make it easier for me to find them when I’m writing.
A Morning Phone Call
cons, rom, phone, poem, real?
By Eris Vs. Eros
We are Together
cons, rom, poem
By Eris Vs. Eros
Both wanted the other, both felt
wanted, both were happy, and both were not ashamed of the pleasure they would
be receiving. Both were human, neither
was an object; they were souls with flesh, and the flesh was good. They were explorers, together, they explored
their bodies, their minds, their fetishes, their fears, their joys, their love.
Story for the Morning
M/F, cons, rom, poem?
By Eris Vs. Eros
Funny how this is. Our internal battle. Devil and angel. When can the deepest part of his soul accept
that he can be loved, that he is worth it, that it is not only disappointment
that will face him. He wonders when he
can retrain himself, does he have the will that he professes exists in each of
us. Does he have the self power? Does he have the ability to channel?
Inner Strength
M/F, cons, rom
By Eris Vs. Eros
For sacredness has little to do with
seriousness, and love has little to do with jealousy, and life has everything
to do with us.
Sunlight
M/F, cons, rom, real?
By Eris Vs. Eros
That flisp of a dress, that was now on
the floor, and the warmth of their bodies, that was now on the couch, and the
glow of their sex, and the joys of their outbursts of pleasure. These meant
something. Even in the coldest of hearts, they would be recognized as
truth.
Tunnels
M/F, cons, rom, real?
By Eris Vs. Eros
The ground had erupted here a long
time ago. The earth had shaken with orgasm,
and the lava flowed from the phallus that had raised itself from the ground in
the form of a mountain. Now we are in
the tube of the trail left by the seed of the earth, we are deep within the
womb of the flow. God and goddess had
played to fertilize the ground with mineral, to grow the life.
The
Reluctant Dom
M/F, cons, dom, sm, bd, va
By Eris Vs. Eros
My mind races... I want to feel my
hands controlling the movement of your body. I want my will to have its way
with you. I want the whip to slash across your ass, and have you cry out in
pleasure. “I want to, uh. ... uh...”
Friends
of the Soul
M/F, cons, poly, rom
By Eris Vs. Eros
So as our minds were intertwined, our bodies started to move towards that direction. Moved towards unity, or at least uniting, as two waves move into phase, and strengthen the rhythm.
Touch
?/F, cons, oral, poem
By Eris Vs. Eros
With every little gust her need fills her
Up, slightly under the hood of the skin
Tracing around, flicks, and jabs of moisture
Breaking
His Virginity
M/F, cons, Fdom, 1st
By Eris Vs. Eros
They all start that way. I help them. I teach them. I take them in my arms, and I break them, and their hearts. I strengthen them, like water tempers metal.
Untitled
F-solo? M? Nec? Ghost? Mdom?
By Eris Vs. Eros
In the dark, she sat there. Shivering in her sweat. She ran here, to the graveyard, to see her old boy friend. They said he was no longer on this earth. But she knew his touch still. He was here, she could feel him, and he always had his way with her.
The Ballerina And The Clown
F/F, circus
By Eris Vs. Eros
Then leaping again down, the dancer moves her tongue to the clowns lower lips, touching the little bit of hair that is not shaven. Moving her skilled tongue back and forth. Bobbing up and down, in and out. The clowns orgasm laughs through her body, from the tiny steps that have encircled her.
A Day's
Entwinings
M/F, cons, rom, poem
By Eris Vs. Eros
Entwined today, rolling in our sensations. Fresh like the dew. We simply hold each other, for whenever. For what was timeless. Our faces touching, our legs touching, our hands touching, our sex touching, with flames of electricity, lightly jumping, between our skin. Primal feelings, shoot through, our sensations, like lions in our bodies. Like joy unfolding, like the spring. We follow the ancient rhythms of life.
The Oracle at
Delphi
M/M/F, anal, hist, spiritual, poem
By Eris Vs. Eros
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