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“Mating Practices of Earth Monkeys (Sonnet 2440) In a materialist society, be it modern or medieval, woman's clock starts at 19 and ends at 29, while a man's clock starts at 30 and runs till he drops dead. Young women going for older men is nothing new, it's been the relationship norm of apekind for thousands of years. Regardless of your hypocrisies, in a materialist society, a man's value is measured by his money, not morality, and a woman's value is measured by her flesh, not her mind. Two grown adults have a right to happiness however they choose, just make sure that, there's some conscious choice involved in your decision, not mere jungle instinct. If you wanna know why not, ask a 20 year old penniless boy, or a 50 year old shapeless woman.”

“There was a considerable difference between the ages of my parents, but this circumstance seemed to unite them only closer in bonds of devoted affection. There was a sense of justice in my father’s upright mind, which rendered it necessary that he should approve highly to love strongly. Perhaps during former years he had suffered from the late-discovered unworthiness of one beloved, and so was disposed to set a greater value on tried worth. There was a show of gratitude and worship in his attachment to my mother, differing wholly from the doting fondness of age, for it was inspired by reverence for her virtues, and a desire to be the means of, in some degree, recompensing her for the sorrows she had endured, but which gave inexpressible grace to his behaviour to her. Everything was made to yield to her wishes and her convenience. He strove to shelter her, as a fair exotic is sheltered by the gardener, from every rougher wind, and to surround her with all that could tend to excite pleasurable emotion in her soft and benevolent mind.”

“5. Dr. Thorin’s voice lingered in my ears. Deep and resonant, the timbre had flowed down my spine and into my most intimate places. It had a panty-melting quality that was impossible to ignore. I found myself thinking absurdly that he could read the dictionary aloud, and I would be utterly enraptured, hanging on every syllable. Damn, his voice alone was auditory erotica, sending a thrill through me that was both unexpected and unsettling.”

“This isn’t about your pleasure; it’s about mine,” I hissed in her ear. “Tonight, you’re gonna need a safe word. Say it now!” Samantha’s legs were shaking, but even so, she turned her head and gave me a coy little smile, daring me to unleash my worst. That was when I realized I’d been a pawn to her queen in this game of hers since the moment I’d given her unfettered access to my world—fuuuck! “Say it now, Samantha!” I threatened. She inhaled deeply, wincing in pain, and hissed out, “As you wish.” Those three tantalizing words hung in the air between us, causing my dick to jerk to attention. A red haze fell over my vision, and I lost all control.”

“I understood so much more about who he was, about the walls he had built and the reasons he’d built them. This was a pivotal moment because I finally understood the depth of Atticus’s emotional scars and now realized why the bond that had formed between us was so strong. It had been forged in the crucible of shared pain.”

“These tits- I want to slide my cock between them and thrust over and over until your silky skin jerks me off and I come all over them. I’ll come so hard and so much that some gets on your face, coating your pouty lips and I’ll watch you lick it off. Lick my cum off your tits because every drop of it belongs in your body somehow. Your mouth, your pussy, your asshole. I want to drain my cock in every one of your holes.”

“Ajax Kane's POV “I think I have a new nickname for you,” I hum. “And what would that be?” “Hurricane.” “That’s an odd one. Usually people equate me to sunshine.” Margaret groans as she turns around and swings her legs on either side of my thighs, transitioning the back and forth swivel to steady rotations on my lap. “That’s because they don’t know you like I do baby. Sometimes you like to stir up some trouble. Cause a little chaos. Other times you come ripping through hard enough to make a man need to start his whole life over.”

“He smiles, cocks his head. 'Why would it matter if someone saw you saying hello to me?' I clench my jaw and breathe hard through my nose. His innocence feels put on, like he’s playing with me by playing dumb. Still smiling, he leans back in his chair, and him doing that—leaning back, crossing his arms, looking me up and down as though I’m entertaining, just something to look at—makes anger flare up inside me, so sudden and strong I ball my hands into fists to stop from screaming, lunging forward, grabbing the Harvard mug off his desk and hurling it at his face. I turn on my heel, stomp out of the room and down the hallway. I’m furious the whole way back to Gould, but once I’m in my room, the anger disappears and all that’s left is the dull-ache desire for meaning I’ve had for weeks now. He said he wanted to kiss me. He touched me. Every interaction between us is tinged now with something potentially ruinous, and it isn’t fair for him to pretend otherwise.”

“Pity" Amir sat on the same old wooden chair Roua still remembers vividly the furniture store where she bought that chair - less than a month after their wedding… The furniture store closed its doors a long time ago, Along with the doors of their stormy pre-marital love story perhaps in due to boredom or the shocks of the years… She would cut his hair, a habit that began when they were poor and Amir couldn’t afford a barber … Years went by and many things changed, But Roua kept cutting his hair on the same wooden chair almost once a month… He sat in his underwear She looked at his saggy skin that was getting looser and his belly getting slightly bigger with each haircut… She began wandering in her mind and wondering whether she ever loved him, or was it an overwhelming infatuation that turned into pity over the years without ever passing through the corridors of love? Her emotions kept swinging between love or pity with each snip … She was frightened to admit it was pity, for the price was almost her entire life… Yet she couldn’t sincerely determine it was love, for she hasn’t felt any love towards him for quite a time… Suddenly, she caught Amir looking at her as if he could read her mind… A tear involuntarily rolled down her eye as she continued cutting his hair… [Original poem published in Arabic on August 3, 2023 at ahewar.org]”

“I have a personal Twitter for band purposes, but I don't use social media a lot. I fall in a weird age gap. I was on band message boards when I was 16, but I was on the early curve of Facebook. I did it for work when I worked in media, and I did it for the band, but I can't relate to the idea that you live your life online.”

“I admire Joyce Maynard a lot, specifically her memoir "At Home in the World." Her writing is beautiful and fascinating and seemed to give me validation to the idea that I could write validly in earnest about my life with (my) very feminine point of view, and also that I could unapologetically explore the bad traits of my character (which I find to be more interesting to explore than the good traits), as well as explore other concepts that interest me like private vs public personas, age gap relationships, etc.”