Conference

By the sixth hour of the conference, Sharon was bored to tears. She hated being sent to these things, all the attempts to one up each other and endless gossip… Did you hear where he ended up? She didn’t get tenure after all. Left the profession entirely… Well you know some people just aren’t cut out for academia…

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From Behind

I’ve never liked the name “doggy style.” But I do love sex from behind. It’s just about sex. There’s less touching and no kissing. It’s, in my experience, rougher, harder, and yes, animalistic.
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doggyI’m on my hands and knees. My cheek resting on the sheets, my hands gripping the sheets in anticipation. My ass is up, my legs spread wide. It’s a vulnerable, exposed position.
When he slams his cock into me, I group the sheets and feel myself slide forward. That is what I want – it’s what I came here for. I tilt my pelvis, controlling how deeply he can penetrate.  His hands gripping my hips pulling to him.
His thrusts are hard and rapid, his balls slapping against my pussy with every thrust. I cry out and beg for more. My hair has fallen over my face, blocking my view of him, but he wasn’t the point. I let myself go, my voice urging him on, going from begging to demanding. “fuck me, harder, more”
He responds in kind. His own stream of dirty talk, his own primal, primitive words washing over me. “Do you like my cock pounding that pussy?”
buttsI think I growl, pressing my hips back to meet his thrusts, feeling his cock slip deeper right in the edge of hurting. My nipples drag across the sheets and I rub my clit, not at all surprised to find I’m dripping wet.  I rub my clit, feeling the orgasm building inside me.
I’m sure he growls as he continues to pound into me. Even when I cry out my orgasm, he never ceases his rhythm. I ride out the orgasm,  my eyes closed behind the curtain of my hair.  I know I’ll come again before he does, so I tilt my hips and demand more, and he obliges.
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SharingCara Thereon’s “Gypsy Traveler” 

I found myself sucked into this story, and actively disappointed when it ended – Not because it was a bad ending, but because I wanted more.  I loved hearing Marie’s interior monologue.  Marie is realistic in her doubts about the supernatural events, but not so overwhelmed in doubt that it becomes to the focus.  I’m looking forward to seeing more of this story.

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For a short piece it conveys the conflict so well.  The spare language adds to the beauty of this piece. And the ending… swoon.

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Molly Moore’s “Knocking Boots” 

It’s not just that I envy her those boots… but the composition is wonderful.