tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109864.post114011015172043221..comments2023-10-26T14:01:08.426+03:30Comments on Orange Tangerine: Alternative Smut Writing WorkshopOrangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12433254398377357737noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109864.post-1140202062182288782006-02-17T22:17:00.000+03:302006-02-17T22:17:00.000+03:30I don't have a problem with flannel porn.I don't have a problem with flannel porn.Orangehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12433254398377357737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109864.post-1140201592545940342006-02-17T22:09:00.000+03:302006-02-17T22:09:00.000+03:30I don't suppose a story of being rubbed until you ...I don't suppose a story of being rubbed until you fall asleep in new flannel sheets would fit here?Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12920042208198309201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109864.post-1140199701295038202006-02-17T21:38:00.000+03:302006-02-17T21:38:00.000+03:30Good lovin' in an academic or professional setting...Good lovin' in an academic or professional setting:<BR/><BR/>An excerpt from <I>The History of Sexuality, Volume Four: A Novel</I><BR/><BR/>Adina Louche-Jones glanced across the seminar table at Henry Stanton, a dark-eyed Marxist with a penchant for Classic Coke. His tight-fitting black turtleneck revealed firm nipples standing at attention and, admiring his aura of intellectual boredom and E.https://www.blogger.com/profile/10023959769203103393noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109864.post-1140196004633539992006-02-17T20:36:00.000+03:302006-02-17T20:36:00.000+03:30I think I started accomplishing number 2 on your l...I think I started accomplishing number 2 on your list with my post today (Administrator/Alley). I didn't get to the sex part yet, that's another post....Mona Buonanottehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01809435868294190789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109864.post-1140154320382955702006-02-17T09:02:00.000+03:302006-02-17T09:02:00.000+03:30I want to go with someone dark and baby faced. So...I want to go with someone dark and baby faced. Someone I've met. Someone who is kind and funny and very cute. I wander off, looking for a bathroom, as the party swirls on in the great room. I find one, and as I walk back out of it, I nearly bump into him, passing in the hall. We blush and mutter apologies. We are standing too close, and it begins to feel awkward. He looks as if he might stepBored Housewifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15141065527386153341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109864.post-1140118461321926572006-02-16T23:04:00.000+03:302006-02-16T23:04:00.000+03:30There is a pool table. Not just any pool table, bu...There is a pool table. Not just any pool table, but one in the water. It isn't just any water; it is a pool. Yes, there is a pool table in a swimming pool with splendid views of azure Caribbean waters.<BR/><BR/>This special pool table is covered with balls, but not of the solid or stripe variety. There are also many sticks and many pockets sharing that pool table in the sun with the splendid viewCrickethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13622985406269216862noreply@blogger.com