Category Archives: eroticism

Visceral Musing

Posted on May 21, 2018 by Jim Stewart

Here Poemy, here girl, here boy, hweet, hwheet, wheet… c’mon—atta girl, atta boy, c’mon. Bronkbuster’s muse is a dominatrix— demanding, abusive, beautiful, alluring, cruel, and dripping wet—smelling of sea and sagebrush. Mine is on cat’s feet, shifting shapes and sometimes … Continue reading →

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Penis Ponder

Posted on November 26, 2014 by Jim Stewart

“The problem with men is they were raised by women.” ~Virgie Wicks (1923 – 2000) Our mothers made it up as we went along early on: they loved us, hugged up, scrubbed us, taught us our little appendage was a … Continue reading →

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Maybe in Another Life

Posted on September 4, 2014 by Jim Stewart

She is a feast of soft lines and deft nooks, a heaviness of promise and allure. Our silent promises cannot be kept. A sharp look of agreement would cut through the hearts of all. Promises we have already made keep us honest … Continue reading →

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The Writings of Ya Hu

Posted on February 13, 2014 by Jim Stewart

(Note: and now for something completely different, in honor of Valentine’s Day.–jrs) The fuzzy rub of hair against the soft skin of his buttocks excited him as he straddled her hips. Her interest grew as he grew, each millimeter of … Continue reading →

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Bow and Sinew

Posted on November 30, 2013 by Jim Stewart

I am alive at the vee of your legs contemplating your most moist embrace, marveling at the muscles that mothered my fatherhood a generation ago. As your back arches into a bow, my arms knot and I rise to press … Continue reading →

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