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I hear your breath grow short and labored as your hips more violently buck a whimper as though pain were met by pleasure escapes your lips pressed sideways on my sheet now without a warning it’s upon you quicker than I’d thought your ministrations slow just for a moment as if to wring every drop of pleasure from a plump and ready fruit you gasp and then again again your motions violent again I cannot help myself I must move close my face now hovers inches from your quim I take you in take in this spasmic moment and suddenly I’m spurting quite against my will flinging warm wet gobbets of my seed against the clenching of your thigh I am discovered found out having left liquid evidence at the scene of my intrusion I halt I freeze I hold my breath your fingers move to find the pools now cooling on your skin they swirl and circle spread my essence ‘round your flesh rubbing it as if in application of some balm I believe I hear you chuckle and now you’re gone

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BLUE: SONG OF THE DAY

THE ARTIST IS: JERRY “BOOGIE” McCAIN

THE SONG IS: “ I WANT TO BE YOUR SANTA CLAUS “

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Collection LA TARENTE

Also known as “Noire et Rouge”, this “sexy noir” novels collection ran from 1949 to 1955. At least, 54 items. First published by Editions de La Tarente from Marseille (1949-1953), then by Editions de la Corne d’Or from Nice (1953-1955). The covers were drawn by the brothers Raoul & Robert Giordan.

Erik Certonciny wrote 16 titles (signed Larry Saunders & Ben Sciaghinès), Georges Claveyre-Peyre wrote 6 novels (pen-names: J.MacDougald & G.C. Arrudy) as well as Robert-Georges Debeurre (signed Gérald Rose & Andy Knight)

Cover art: R.R.Giordan

Censorship effects:

- Three titles will pass in “Correctionnelle”: “A coudes rabattus” and “Frissons de joie” - signed Larry Saunders, and “Entraineuses”, signed Roger Klements. - Twenty titles will be prohibited by administrative decree (law of 1949) of sale to minors, and of exhibition and display…

publisher: Editions de la Tarente, chemin du Roucas Blanc, Marseille /Editions de la Corne d’Or, rue Valperga, Nice, France

source:amsaklapper’s collection

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last night’s cum-smeared sheets some is mine and some is yours some our own cocktail

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outside a lawn mower, cicadas whirr a plane overhead the trembling curtains let in just breeze enough to cool our sweat our bodies slick slap together bellies sliding I grunt my hot prick into you stuff you with my need your shoulders shine your tits roll back and forth every time I feed your sweet pocket with my meat god you fuck like honey sweet sweet cunt of yours hot sweet take this take it it’s all yours ah baby yeah ooo yeah slow it down take it easy feel that feel my hot jostling sack press against your ass Mmm yeah this is nice sweet summer mid-aftenoon fuck up in your room

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I picture you throughout the day running errands meeting people laughing talking sighing and know that underneath your clothes within your blouse specifically your back swells and ebbs with every breath in and out your skin caresses printed cloth within your body bathed in colored glow torso tinted from sun shining through illuminating you as if your sheltering top were constructed of stained glass it lights your flesh in multi-hues your dips and hollows the curve along your spine it wraps around your ribs with their tiny shining golden glimmering hairs which when I brush them with my fingertips makes goosebumps that splash across your skin and cause a shiver all down your spine along the furrowed valley following your length between your shoulders down down down along a gentle slope to where you flare to where I hold you when I come in you from behind when I part your cleft just as I would a peach and I pause to look down at you in awe I split your flesh you take me in encircle me your symmetry astonishing unbroken all one divide that changes shape and feel as it runs its orbit ‘round your flesh terranum bifariam from gentle slope to rounded hill to deep crevasse to lushest vale to mossy glen and back to gentle slope again all of this beneath your clothes vibrant swelling flesh beneath the layers as you walk and pause and sit and drive and park your car and swing the door open wide and breathe

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every inch every kiss every lick of you tastes different your shape and flavor shift beneath my lips my tongue making their way across your face your cheek your mouth sweet pliant opening rising to meet my own caress open wet firm and yielding I like to brush my own along the tiny golden down along the underside of your jaw trace it down your neck the shadowed hollow of your collarbone you taste of flowers salt and soap and something else more feral fierce more feminine not pretty/girly a deeper fuller scent and flavor I cannot take in enough of it enough of you my nose my mouth my tongue my cheek my eyelids with all of these I must ingest you it is urgent now let me take you in plant my face between your breasts surround me with your flesh ‘til you are all there is I want you in me on me I need to steep in you soak you into me absorb you the sweet swell of your belly the tender flesh between your belly and your thigh the skin an inch above your knee your calf’s gentle swell your ankle the tender tendons atop your feet your toes I’ll suck these like candies I must have all of in my mouth if I could place you in it all at once I would I’d roll you round and round and let you ride my tongue like a wet bronco like a rough pink whale but you won’t fit in my mouth all at once so I must devour you in small pieces mouthful by mouthful bit by bit