Category: Explicit
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Explicit. L. Leeper · 4 min read Dad should be proud of me, my pussy is the million-man march. Another man is on top of me. Another man is on top of me. Another man is on top of me. Every part of him is broken, but all of his jagged pieces are held together […]
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Bar Chronicles. L. Leeper · 2 min read “Drinks tonight?” That was the text message that brought my good girlfriend and myself down to the bar dressed thin and friendly — we made despair look as whorish as it is. Gossip and Crown Royal took turns wetting my lips. The spirits wrapped their arms around […]
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If you told me the light skin cutie I was making eyes with at the club, a year later, would be sucking the lining out of my ass and hydrating himself with my kidneys secretions I wouldn’t have believed you. When you meet pretty people you find yourself having a difficult time imagining them doing […]
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Let’s end a myth or two. Women are often clingy after sex, BUT it is not always because the man was serving a mean pipe game, or because his mouth piece was that slick, or because the woman is hyper-sensitive, has low self-esteem and/or is gullible. Many of times it is simply science that has […]
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NOTE: Story written in 2017, as requested, I brought it back. It was the first night and I didn’t hesitate to break all of the “Think Like a Man” and other self-help romance books’ top commandments, one of which being: Do not fuck on the first night. Welp…. I regret to inform Steve Harvey that […]
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It was a dreary day. Grey clouds hung over my love life the city of Denver. There was nothing exciting to see. My head was on reasonably straight, I was making good choices in life. I was in good health. Yet I was walking in a dismal haze wondering what it felt like to be […]
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“Mommy why you doing that? You don’t want to eat your cookies?” My confused child wondered why everyone had finished their desert except me. I wanted to tell him the truth; son, I’m tired of eating my own cookies, I want someone else to do the eating this time. I need someone to soak my […]
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Everybody says they’re a freak in the bedroom, but they’re faux freaks at best, still excited by trivial doggy style. Most couldn’t tell you what it means to reach into the bottom of their soul and scrap the edges for the last bits of anger, fear…passion, and turn it into uninhibited sex. I remember when […]
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I’ve always been the other girl. The side chick. The night time visit and and weekend escape. The island you wanted to visit, but never wanted to live because it was exotic, but not quite home. Most times I was a side chick involuntarily, being that the secret was kept from me as much as […]
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He was Black Man Magic. Glittering in the most masculine way possible, it seemed that when he inserted himself we would secrete sunshine and sparkles. I was convinced it was a pixie that was giving me back to back orgasms. Half pixie, half scientist at least. I’d holler tears compounded with carbon-man-don’t-leave-me and sodium-nigga-I-wish-you-would, as […]
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NOTE: Story written in 2016. Back by popular demand. At this point I wouldn’t know his voice if I heard it; we text more than we speak. My emoji’s cry electronic tears for me as I make light humor out of my frustration. I sit, stiff faced, staring at my phone screen, wondering what other […]
