Steve

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StoryNew in America 1 Steve613 years 8 months ago
Storynew hampshire spring waits Steve413 years 9 months ago
StoryNew Hampshire Spring is... Steve313 years 10 months ago
StorySeoul Garden Steve213 years 10 months ago
StoryHypocrite Steve213 years 10 months ago
StoryFirst Love Steve214 years 5 days ago
StoryIn wanting so much to be loved Steve814 years 5 days ago
StoryThe Tender Buds of April Silver Spun Sand3014 years 10 months ago
StoryMichael Jackson's Early Demise Steve315 years 7 months ago
StoryGrowl Steve215 years 8 months ago
StoryDrips of emotion hint at Steve415 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Game Steve215 years 8 months ago
StoryMary Steve515 years 8 months ago
StorySong of David Steve215 years 8 months ago
StoryCome Away With Me Silver Spun Sand2115 years 8 months ago
StoryMe, and Her with the Piercings Silver Spun Sand1615 years 8 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Conversations, Thoughts, Etc. Steve215 years 9 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 4 Steve215 years 9 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 1 Steve415 years 9 months ago
StoryNudely Explore: impressions of S. Korea Steve215 years 9 months ago
StoryIV Steve215 years 9 months ago
StoryIII Steve315 years 9 months ago
StoryII Steve515 years 9 months ago
StoryGabriel Freed Steve315 years 9 months ago

My stories

Love Extended

Your black pearl eyes are in heat. "Follow me," they say, to the little town of my mind. Your small body (a viola I used to covet in my 6 year-old phase) under my blanket tucked.

Cindy Kim

I don't know what I want from this world. I do know that I want Henry. He is just so attractive. He is self assertive, masculine, and optimistic.

Love Ladders

Can one hear the voice of a lover within one's own heart? Does the sound of the other travel through space and time to ignite the flame of one's soul, animating one's being?

A Prayer

Lord you have answered my prayers: Samuel, my child, has been healed by your hands... miracles are the handiwork of your fingers. Few things have I done for you O Lord,

Conversations at Woos

Gabriel sat comfortably on the couch, his face turned as red as an uncooked steak. Cindy sat down across from him. "Henry is a bit late tonite."

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