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SLEEPING AROUND by Henrik Nordbrandt - Translation: 2009, Thom Satterlee I love to sleep around in foreign rooms with foreign women and hear the rain on the roof and hear the banana plant scr****g against the gutter and hear the water pipes gurgle and a radio switch on in the room next door. I love to hear a woman break out in moans in a foreign language. I love foreignness: the one room more foreign than the other the one woman more foreign than the other the tiger’s roar in the yard under the moon. I love when I am in love with a certain one and I hear all of these sounds… 阅读更多内容

Sailing (Poem by Enrik Nordbrandt) (Translated from Danish by Alexander Taylor) After having loved we lie close together and at the same time with distance between us like two sailing ships that enjoy so intensely their own lines in the dank water they divide that their hulls are almost splitting from sheer delight while racing, out in the blue under sails which the night wind fills with flowerscented air and moonlight – without one of them ever trying to outsail the other and without the distance between them lessening or growing at all. But there are other nights,… 阅读更多内容

Toilet for a Day - 24h of piss drinking https://xhamster.com/videos/toilet-for-a-day-24h-of-piss-drinking-xh2IlKo SCRIPT in English for friends whose first language is not English. 0:01 Morning in Bedroom Bruce: Hey Morgan! Morgan: What? Bruce: I need to pee. Morgan: Huh? Bruce: Todays’ the day you are my toilet. Morgan: Oh yes that’s true. 0:28 Bruce: Hands behind your back. Mouth open. What do we say? Morgan: My stomach is your toilet. Bruce: That’s right. It’s going to be a fun deal. It’s probably strong – morning pee. 0:50 Bruce: Swallow! Careful… 阅读更多内容

How Charlotte Angie Died On 30th March 2022, Italian news channels reported that a dismembered body was found in the Brescia area. A week later, police announced that the body had been identified. It was Charlotte Angie, a Milanese pornstar. Her ex-boyfriend and neighbour confessed that he had burned and beheaded the victim:in January, hidden in in his freezer at home for months and then decided to dispose of it in March. Her real name was Carol Maltesi, she was 25 and was known in the world of porn under the stage name of Charlotte Angie. The confessed perpetrator of the murder, a 43-year… 阅读更多内容

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eHxuUOQXv0Q&list=RDeHxuUOQXv0Q&index=1 Song starts at 0:50 , I am smitten by Kim, celebrating her sexuality, Back in my room, dreamin' bout you I got a feeling you know what to do How will you kiss? Where will you bite? I got a feeling we'll find out tonight [Pre-Chorus] You and I could be in paradise You and I, yeah, we could own the world You and I don't gotta live a lie [Chorus] Baby, I'ma let you hit it from the back Hit it from the back I'll let you hit it from the back Bеfore you break my heart (My hеart) Before you break my heart (My heart,… 阅读更多内容

Climb on as women do to ride Original French by Paul Verlaine (1891) translated to English by Alistair Elliot (1979) Climb on as women do to ride Saint George, who kisses lying back. There, that's it. Are you on the track? While my tool enters your inside (A blade in butter), now like this At least my mouth finds yours in range, And tongues can make their wild exchange, A randy - sweet and randy - kiss. This way, I see your eyes, and thrust Long looks deep in them to your heart Where desire consummates apart Its visionary acts of lust. This way, your wiry back is there To… 阅读更多内容

Monte sur moi comme une femme - Paul Verlaine Monte sur moi comme une femme Que je baiserais en gamin Là. C’est cela. T’es à ta main ? Tandis que mon vit t’entre, lame Dans du beurre, du moins ainsi Je puis te baiser sur la bouche, Te faire une langue farouche Et cochonne et si douce, aussi ! Je vois tes yeux auxquels je plonge Les miens jusqu’au fond de ton cœur D’où mon désir revient vainqueur Dans une luxure de songe. Je caresse le dos nerveux, Les flancs ardents et frais, la nuque, La double mignonne perruque Des aisselles et les cheveux ! Ton cul à cheval sur mes cui… 阅读更多内容

My first time witnessing two people having sex was in a side alley beside our bar, during a village summer festival in July.The festival meant large numbers drinking in the beer garden outdoors until 2 am and a lot of noise. Our house was over the bar so there was no chance I could sleep, both because of the noise and the excitement. So they had me working in the beer garden, taking away empty glasses and bottles to be washed and recycled. I noticed a couple making out in the side alley down from where I left the empty bottles, he had his hand up her skirt and I could hear her moaning. The… 阅读更多内容

Sex Without Love by Sharon Olds How do they do it, the ones who make love without love? Beautiful as dancers, gliding over each other like ice-skaters over the ice, fingers hooked inside each other's bodies, faces red as steak, wine, wet as the c***dren at birth whose mothers are going to give them away. How do they come to the come to the come to the God come to the still waters, and not love the one who came there with them, light rising slowly as steam off their joined skin? These are the true religious, the purists, the pros, the ones who will not accept a false Messiah, lov… 阅读更多内容

Topography by Sharon Olds After we flew across the country we got in bed, laid our bodies delicately together, like maps laid face to face, East to West, my San Francisco against your New York, your Fire Island against my Sonoma, my New Orleans deep in your Texas, your Idaho bright on my Great Lakes, my Kansas burning against your Kansas your Kansas burning against my Kansas, your Eastern Standard Time pressing into my Pacific Time, my Mountain Time beating against your Central Time, your sun rising swiftly from the right my sun rising swiftly from the left your… 阅读更多内容

Con large comme un estuaire by Guillaume Apollinaire Con large comme un estuaire Où meurt mon amoureux reflux Tu as la saveur poissonnière l’odeur de la bite et du cul La fraîche odeur trouduculière Femme ô vagin inépuisable Dont le souvenir fait bander Tes nichons distribuent la manne Tes cuisses quelle volupté même tes menstrues sanglantes Sont une liqueur violente La rose-thé de ton prépuce Auprès de moi s’épanouit On dirait d’un vieux boyard russe Le chibre sanguin et bouffi Lorsqu’au plus fort de la partouse Ma bouche à ton noeud fait ventouse.… 阅读更多内容

Les neuf portes de ton corps Guillaume Apollinaire, 1915 Ce poème est pour toi seule Madeleine Il est un des premiers poèmes de notre désir Il est notre premier poème secret ô toi que j`aime Le jour est doux et la guerre est si douce. S`il fallait en mourir !! Tu l`ignores, ma vierge ? à ton corps sont neuf portes J`en connais sept et deux me sont celées J`en ai pris quatre, j`y suis entré n`espère plus que j`en sorte Car je suis entré en toi par tes yeux étoilés Et par tes oreilles avec les Paroles que je commande et qui sont mon escorte. Oeil droit de m… 阅读更多内容

Alain Gets a Great Welcome to the Club Erotic stort translated from the French by ccandau Alain is a handsome rugby player, 29 years old, 2 metres tall, dark-haired with a muscular 105kg body and a beautiful 9-inch cock. Following a serious injury, he had been out of rugby for 2 years, but never gave up on a return. After so long out of the top level, he decided to relaunch his career at a club of lesser fame in the centre of France, and he must meet the president to sign his contract. When he arrives at the club he is greeted by the secretary, a superb woman who introduces h… 阅读更多内容

Begin by Brendan Kennelly Begin again to the summoning birds to the sight of the light at the window, begin to the roar of morning traffic all along Pembroke Road. Every beginning is a promise born in light and dying in dark determination and exaltation of springtime flowering the way to work. Begin to the pageant of queuing girls the arrogant loneliness of swans in the canal bridges linking the past and future old friends passing though with us still. Begin to the loneliness that cannot end since it perhaps is what makes us begin, begin to wonder at unknown faces at crying… 阅读更多内容

My Mouth Hovers Across Your Breasts by Adrienne Rich My mouth hovers across your breasts in the short grey winter afternoon in this bed we are delicate and touch so hot with joy we amaze ourselves tough and delicate we play rings around each other our daytime candle burns with its peculiar light and if the snow begins to fall outside filling the branches and if the night falls without announcement there are the pleasures of winter sudden, wild and delicate your fingers exact my tongue exact at the same moment stopping to laugh at a joke my love hot on your scent on the… 阅读更多内容

The Flying Unicorn Love has a thousand postures; the simplest and the least tiring is to lie halfway over on your right side. —Ovid, The Art of Love Emmanuelle boarded the plane in London that was to take her to Bangkok. At first the rich smell of leather, like that preserved in British cars after years of use, the otherworldly lighting, and the thickness and silence of the carpets were all she could grasp of the environment she was entering for the first time. She did not understand what was being said to her by the smiling man who was guiding her, but she was not upset. Although her he… 阅读更多内容

This is a transcript of a Facetime message receved by an 18 yr old high school student, from his older sister. Hi Scott, I’ve been waiting all week to tell you this story. It’s been a while since I got to just speak to you on Facetime, and I’ve been saving this up for a chance to tell you, as I know you love to hear about your sister's erotic adventures. Recently my partner and I have been exploring having more threesomes. And it’s a big fantasy of mine. When I masturbate, I often think about my partner with someone else, that’s the easiest way for me to cum. If I’m in bed with them and for… 阅读更多内容

(with thanks to nudemum for posting this story in French, this is my adapted version in English).l My wife Chantal and I go regularly to a libertine sauna. By some indiscretion, my mother found out we were going, and insisted on accompanying us. She has been a widow for thirty years, she has had friends, lovers, the body must rejoice. We agreed to bring her along, so here we are all three at the counter paying the €17 entrance fee, we are given a large towel, and a cupboard key, which you put around your neck. The locker room is mixed. To see men and women mixed there, it surprised my mo… 阅读更多内容

My Donna Vekic Fantasy I am Ms Vekic's personal assistant. She is playing a tournament in Dubai. She is having a day off before the start of the tournament. We are at a busy pool in a five star hotel, my job is to make her happy, deliver all reasonable service requests. The pool area is textile in that you must wear bikini or trunks walking around and at the bar. But when you're in your personal spot, you can be naked, even have sex if you choose. Vibrator are not allowed because the noise they make can disturb other guests, but dildos and butt plugs are permitted. I am sitting at a ta… 阅读更多内容

PRICELESS by Nomxolisi Ndlangana They say that I don’t like sex, don’t want sex You see that makes no sense . You see my vagina is the prize that has a seventy-year-old man in Africa spending his days filtering through sand sticks and stones for. It is that rock of diamond that has men crashing craniums for, killing for. It is the pot of gold Troy went down for, the gem that stems from genesis and The canal that births life, sin, and death, yes. So, if I dish it out like a dollar candy, How much value can I really attach now Randy? I know it’s worth every bit of your… 阅读更多内容