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My hand slid down across her breast and over her stomach. I grabbed her by the belt and pulled her in close, my lips against her cheek. A deep breath filled my nose with her scent.
The tip of my tongue traced a line along her jaw. I pulled her closer, bit her lightly on the neck.
She buried her face in my shoulder, then lifted her head up to kiss my ear. "Oh god," she said. "What am I going to tell my date?"
"I don't know, but you'd better think of something fast," I said. "He's standing right behind you. Now if you'll excuse me for a moment... talk to you later..."
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I usually have the wrong curiosities, but this doesn't upset my approach.
Researching syphilis for last week's poetry paper brought me to my own horoscope on free will. Lists are somehow magical. Living in Rochester so I want to write about the same poet who wanted to write about STDS which brought me to a metaphor for my evolving moods mutated from living in Rochester. But that wasn't my point.
Reading hotaction.ca interrupts my research, it would tend that this effect is circular as the above suggests. So, is there a hot action concordance? Tip, tongue, trace, deep--how often?
Phil, (short for Philander?) I doubt you've ever sincerely wanted to explore the effects of celibacy; I know I haven't. But. If you arranged this concordance as the database for a prurient product generator, then. I mean, I once saw a program that could play twenty questions. What would a computer do with a lewd lexicon? Then you "days and nights" could be ghost written by your computer. Even the girls would be google caliber ghosts, products of the generator.
Or not, but no one would know, would they?
Posted by: Sylvia | December 13, 2003 01:20 PM
Hey, I just found your blog through a link on Eros Blog--I'm amazed that you live in Halifax, too! Were you at the last DOA show at the Marquee? I managed to break my ankle in the mosh pit. Bleah.
Anyway, I'm going to have fun reading your archives. Have a good weekend!
Posted by: UberWEnch | December 13, 2003 03:16 PM
We're from Halifax too... why are people always surprised at this?
Posted by: Michelle | December 13, 2003 04:51 PM
Another from Halifax, or more properly Dartmouth. I got turned on to your blog by UberWench, above. Great to see some locals.
Posted by: Kelseigh | December 13, 2003 06:07 PM
Thank god I don't live in Halifax. It's cold enough here. Plus I'll never run into you and feel like I'm faced with a challenge. My husband certainly would not approve.
Posted by: Vanilla | December 13, 2003 11:21 PM
Yes, I suppose I should stop being surprised at what happens in this little town, but I do always love coming across more sexy kinky people. I've just been a really happy camper ever since VEnus Envy opened...
Posted by: Elinor | December 14, 2003 09:18 AM
seems like halifax is the place to be...much more exciting that the boring northern U.S. city im in!
Posted by: trouble | December 16, 2003 09:48 PM