We dress the fleshAnd house itIn natural splendor,Lending to breastsAnd to buttocksThe beauty of woods,Mountains,Beaches,Rivers,And other placesImagin...d in our minds.Erotica is sexual assaultFor the readerAnd the writerAlike.The stiffening prick,The flooding cunt,The pulsing sphincter--All desire penetration;We are all women,In the end, and men,Wanting the same thingAgain and againWithout end.KODAK MOMENTHer innocence is beliedBy her lesbian couplingThe cunt in her faceAnd the naked lust in her. I tried to hold both the breasts from the nipples, but they were so big, soft and sexy that they slipped from my hand. I put my hand in between the two booba’s and lay there for some time enjoying the feelings. After sometime I moved my hand towards her belly as well and rubbed the softy navel. I lay there for sometime enjoying each and every moment although I was not able to see the assets. Little while later aunty moved in her sleep. I got afraid and moved my hands away from her body. She. She seemed uninterested in attracting men (or women either, Laura thought).One Friday Laura found herself staring at April's ass. Fridays were dress-down days, Casual Friday it was called, and people wore jeans and sneakers. April was wearing jeans, and they were a little tight, and her very nice and round ass was more apparent than it usually was in her normal business clothes. It wasn't a Chanitra or a Jane ass, but it was very attractive: round, slightly out-jutting, the way Laura liked. “You’ll tell her yourself. Hold on, Jim.”Jim’s panting grew rapid, louder and more shallow, speech following suit as it developed a low, gurgling undertone. “Tell her. Tell her. I didn’t do it. Tell Ann.”“I’ll tell her, Jim. You didn’t kill him. Jim, listen to me. Can you hear me? Listen! Jim, I’ll finish things. I’ll take care of it.“Tell Ann. Tell her. Tell...”Tears continued unabated “I’ll tell her, Jim. I’ll tell her.”Jim could sense the bright light through his eyelids. He just wanted to.