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SHANNON COOTS RIDE!

family wolf

Belletristik
Englisch
1606 Wörter
Keine Altersempfehlung
1045
18

A young woman (wolf) falls in love with her mate and they have their trials but their love [mehr]

Stichwörter: Ride, fiction, hot, sex, sexy, lust, passion, romance, love, broken, dreams, full moon, moon, eyes, etc

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Belinda Louis Ride

Liebe
Englisch
4544 Wörter
Ab 16 Jahren
1356
28

Rita an ex nurse who worked at the resvervation for indians fell in love with a bike rider [mehr]

Stichwörter: sex, romance, love, indian, 1950's love romance, bar, smoking etc

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Rick Barry THE 211 RIDE

A Sexual Ride Of Adventure

Erotik
Englisch
2 Wörter
Ab 18 Jahren
537
13

When two friends embark on a sexy weekend, the virgin has no idea what to expect and his [mehr]

Stichwörter: Sex, Adult, Erotic, short stories

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Diamond A. Jones The Ride of Terror

Thriller
Englisch
2013 Wörter
Ab 16 Jahren
71
1

The Ride of Terror has come to town. Hop on the Ride of Terror with performers STACY, JUSTIN, VALERIE, [mehr]

Stichwörter: ride of terror, thriller, short stories, adventure, action, tachophobia, aquaphobia, the ride of terror, terror ride, terror, horror, mystery, suspense

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Anita Punyanitya One Night On A Suburban Train Ride

Sometimes we need some help......as things can be dangerous.

Essay
Englisch
1101 Wörter
Ab 12 Jahren
380
0

Late one night during a suburban train ride in Berlin as a young person, I was continually harassed [mehr]

Stichwörter: Danger in a night ride, Suburban train rides, Common places can still be dangerous places.

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Henry Fisk Carlton Caesar Rodney's Ride

Drama
Englisch
4859 Wörter
Ab 18 Jahren
2
0

DRAMATIC HOURS IN REVOLUTIONARY HISTORY Caesar Rodney's Ride BY HENRY FISK CARLTON Edited by CLAIRE T. ZYVE, Ph.D. Fox Meadow School, Scarsdale, [mehr]

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Rafiq Sandeelvi It’s A Camel Ride

Lyrik und Poesie
Englisch
511 Wörter
Ab 16 Jahren
292
0

It’s a camel ride, and I In a desolate street Of a ravaged city Holding the worn-out leather reins Drive towards that home On whose threshold A sorrowful woman is tethered down With a cord Of my promise A sturdy cord, weaved from heart-strings Bare-headed, for many centuries Teary eyes Eyes with the glint of an ancient star Anxious to imbibe the smell of my ashen robe And to hear the distressed grunts Of my brown camel. The same soggy corner of the chamber Where one night When wooden arrows were raining down I had abandoned her Vulnerable and lonely I still remember every bit The drizzle had stopped The moon was seated in the night sky Like a youthful prince on the throne The air caressed the cheeks like a silken shawl The street was fast asleep The houses, in their cold and wet shells As if made of soft and thin paper Or carved out of wax Standing since eternity In a big painting The same soggy corner of the chamber Where glittering sunbeams were spotlighting The fresh fig leaf In her long, unbraid hair I still remember every bit The kiss on her wheatish elbow The same night When I had laid my sword at her feet And had pledged: “My body, and the strength that runs it Will accompany your passion Till eternity … beyond eternity Till the verge of existence and nonexistence Time listens I make my witnesses This moon on the sky The sword in your feet And the fig leaf in your hair.” God, what a moment that was what a moment this is! The street, deserted and hushed What a wretched moment, in which Neither a tiny bird nor a moth Or a paltry ant has crossed my way Much less a human being It’s a camel ride, and I Holding the worn-out leather reins Drive towards that home … Drive towards a doomsday, a silent doomsday A doomsday of somebody’s sobs and sighs A scene A scene where a street And a brown camel And the company of a spineless man A never-ending journey till eternity It’s camel ride Or the ride on the exhausted nerves? Or a trial by a bizarre dream? Frozen pupils Unmoving shadow of the camel All images have lost in the mirror I’m in the street for a long time Where is she, my dearest? She, of the soggy chamber? She, of the melodious chimes? She, of the lands, of oceans, of souls, of heavens? The eyes strain but the tears don’t roll down The street never ends Command the street to end! I, sitting on the brown, frail camel Count my last days How I long for even a bee from her era To flit through the street How I beg for pardon at her doorstep How I crave to bow my head So that, on account of that bee from her era I take my withered body And my frail camel And cross the last bounds of the street. Poet:Rafiq Sandeelvi [mehr]

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