Jose is back again with more Fan Tales!

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The air was misty, but very warm. She noticed a Jacuzzi bubbling in the center of the room, and two wine chillers next to it. There was a masseuse table, warmed by a steam duct, and hot towels on a heated valet next to that. He set her down, and wrapped a long thick terry robe around her, and guided her to a foot massage chair. A warm liquid bath for her feet was waiting and she sat slumped in the chair, offering her feet to Joe.

“mmm baby I was just hoping for a bubble bath or warm shower… you gave me the whole spa!” she cooed at him sweetly. “How did you manage to pull this one off?” she quizzed him, half yawning dreamily. (more…)

We are pleased to announce open submissions for Grafuck 4!

We seek the most inspiring / challenging / smart / creative / brilliant erotic work from all fields.

Grafuck 4 will be published in full color, with images only.
Email low resolution RGB spread images (5.25″ high x 14.25″ wide @ 72 dpi) to love@grafuck.com by APRIL 20, 2008 for initial consideration.

A maximum of 3 spreads are allowed. Selected contributors will be notified and asked to provide high resolution 300 dpi files.

Work containing words or typography or not sent at the proper size will not be considered. Please also note that submission does not guarantee publication.

When submitting work, please follow this format…

EMAIL SUBJECT LINE
Grafuck 4 Submission - (YourName)

FILENAMES
(YourName)_01.(file extension)
(YourName)_02.(file extension)
(YourName)_03.(file extension)

Launch TBA.

Thank you all so very much. We look forward to seeing everyone’s work!

With love,
GRAFUCK
love@grafuck.com
www.grafuck.com

xxx

SUBMISSION FAQs

Q. Why do you ask for images at 5.25″ high x 14.25″ wide?
A. The extra .25″ is for bleed. The final book size of Grafuck Book 4 is 5″ high x 7″ wide. A final book spread is 5″ high x 14″ wide.

Q. Anything goes?
A. Anything goes. The more original, the better.

Jose is back again with more tales from Tiffany’s erotic adventures!

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Tiffy”s Modeling Adventure - Part 1

The elevator doors opened on the 80th floor to a luxurious reception foyer. The receptionist looked up as Tiff stepped onto the marble floor and greeted her.

“Hello Tiffany, I am Jane. They are waiting for you in the studio.” she smiled as she spoke to her.

Tiff was positively ecstatic. She had dreamed of being professionally photographed, and found a way to merge that dream with her business. She was very successful selling the goods she had displayed in her Shoppe, but the rarer items, the uber expensive lingerie and toys, were sold from display adverts from her supplier. The models were knockouts and the items were super sexy, but the price tags scared off some of her more exclusive clients, who wanted to at least see more views with details before committing several hundred dollars to a panty no larger than a postage stamp. Hopefully this idea would ease some of those concerns. She had negotiated with her largest supplier in New York City, to let her personally model samples of extremely high quality, high price tag items and be professionally photographed for her own personal adverts that she could show by appointment only in an exclusive setting in her Shoppe.

The clients would get the VIP treatment, and see close-ups and details of the items. The supplier would hopefully see higher sales gains and both would mutually benefit from the photo shoot. Even Joe had helped. He negotiated with a photographer to let Tiff have a full day shoot at a very generous discount. The photographer was an old school mate of his, and was becoming fast recognized as a player in the highly competitive field of lingerie photography. He had his studio “tuned” for that type of shoot, and was glad to help out an old friend. Too bad Joe couldn’t make it for this, she thought. He would have really loved it. She smiled as she thought of the sweet love they made before he left for a project he was working on in San Francisco. Gosh, she realized. They could not be further apart at this time. Well there is email, I guess…… (more…)

More great FSK Fan Tales - this one from Joe, who writes about Tiffy discovering her *norty* side when she is given a new outfit! xxx fsk

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She pulled the collar tightly around the front of her neck as she walked briskly to her car. It was bitter cold that day with gusts of wind burning against her face. She tried to turn from the icy blasts, but could not block the stinging numbness on her cheeks. She opened her car door and quickly got in. Tiffany sat there motionless for several minutes just waiting for circulation to return to her face and warm her to some semblance of life once again. The car started and as she adjusted the blower it occurred to her that she had been lost in thought again, running on automatic as she reviewed in her mind the anticipated outcomes she would experience this evening. For Friday had finally arrived, she was leaving work to get ready for her first ‘date’ with Joe, the man she had only met the previous week in the bookstore. A perfect stranger who knew her more intimately then even her closest friends. This encounter was decidedly out of character for Tiffany, who was normally cautious and deliberate about her acquaintances — and even more particular about her intimates. She tried to focus on her feelings, but they were ethereal at the moment, and drifted off. She pulled out of the parking lot and mixed into the stream of cars heading down the road. In a few minutes she would be home, and could relax and plan for her evening with him.

She walked in her house, and set her bag on the floor near the door. She was feeling a little tired and wanted to literally drop everything for now, and just relax. Tiffany went into her bedroom and flung herself on the bed, letting the day’s tension ebb from her body. She felt nice as she sunk in the bed. After a few minutes, she thought she could get a glass of wine, and take a hot slow bath. mmmmm that would really put her in the proper mood for the nite. (more…)

The Bored Chairman strikes again!  xxx fsk

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You have had a stressful week and have decided to work some of the stress of by going to the gym.  After a long run and some light weights you are ready for the sauna and a shower.

Heading down to the change room, you slip out of your sweaty clothes and wrap a towel around your tight body.  You enter the sauna and the heat is like a physical force striking you without warning.  You pick a spot half way up on the seats and sitting down you can feel your stress melt away.  The heat penetrating every pore of your smooth skin. You slide your towel off and let the heat embrace your body like a lovers tender caress.

You allow yourself to soak in the heat for almost 20 minutes before heading out to the shower.  As you walk in you notice that there is only one other women in the shower.  Her hair is the colour of shimmering onyx, cascading down over her olive skin.  Her body is perfectly proportioned, her firm yet tender breasts are inviting. You allow yourself to admire her heart shaped bottom and shaved pussy.  On impulse you go to the shower right beside you and start to lather your body.  You catch her admiring you and give her a little smile. As you go to wash your hair you realize that you have forgotten you shampoo.  Feeling bold you decide to ask her.  She giggles as she says yes and for the first time you hear her Italian accented voice.  She hands you the bottle and your hands touch, you can feel the sexual energy flow through her into you.

As you begin to work the shampoo into your wet hair you feel her slip in behind you. Her hands penetrate the web of your silky hair. Her fingers massaging your scalp as she washes your hair for you.  Leaning back against her you can feel her full breasts against your wet skin. (more…)

I love the FSK Fan Tales…the stories sent in have been amazing lately!  This one is from the Bored Chairman.  xxx fsk

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Nervous tension fills my body as I await the arrival of your aircraft.  Seeing your plane touchdown my heart skips a beat.  I have waited so long for this moment.  As you walk down the stairs and I see you for the first time it is like a choir of angels are singing in my head.  I cannot believe how beautiful you are. As you enter the terminal you search the crowd for my face. As you see me I notice the smile on you face and give you a passionate hug and kiss.

With little discussion we grab your bags and leave the airport.  As we drive to my house the sexual tension builds between us. I take your hand in mine and you lean up against me. After a short ride we are home.  Once inside I take your jacket and then slowly backing you against the wall, kiss you, softly at first, tasting your lips, then passionately, my entire soul poured into one kiss.  Then, I take a step back and carefully undo your shirt; methodically I undo one button at a time and then pulling your shirt out of your pants throw it to the floor.  My hands cup your breasts feeling them through your lace bra; your nipples grow hard under my touch. (more…)

More great FSK Fan Tales coming in - this one from Michel Noir! xxx fsk

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She had to put her groceries down to put the key in the lock. The door creaked open. The cat was waiting there for her, as she always did, purring loudly. It was a typical New York studio - the type occupied by countless single women, in the city in search of something that seemed to be ever-elusive. It was in the hundreds on the west side, near Columbia where she worked part time, trying to complete her art history master’s thesis on a limited budget.

She had had these phases before - days of intense erotic arousal. Even at work, there were times when she felt like she’d explode, while poring over photographs of Greek sculpture or even handling a priceless vase. In those times, she was always wet. There were times when she felt tempted to go to the bathroom and masturbate. But she didn’t. She held it in and let it build up. At the end of the day, she would calmly walk out of the office like countless others, betraying nothing of her inner arousal, calmly pick up her groceries and then, feeling like there were just moments to spare, she would dash into the apartment, undo the top button of her jeans and plunge her fingers into her pussy, heaving with relief as she massaged and dug into the hole, pinched the clit in her fingers and with her free hand massaged her breast. (more…)

More Fan Tales! This one is takes place at a wedding reception…enjoy! xxx fsk

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It was June. How fitting. Sun dress and summer suit weather. A fine day, and a fine wedding under the canopy of sprawling cottages and manicured lawns with the forest wrapping us all like a big green blanket.

The water crept up to the shore, almost peeking in at the hundred or so guests. We all were familiar with each other and the conversation and drinks flowed freely.

My date and I had reached that third or fourth date threshold with anticipation and the kind of giddiness reserved for teenagers. And we were beginners , really, both of us stung by pasts of failed relationships and the confusion of finding ourselves single and wide eyed once again.

We had yet to make love, but I had felt her body next to mine twice before on good night kisses that lasted a little too long, perhaps a little too short. Long enough for her to fell me too, growing with the promise of having more time. With the promise that the time might soon be right. We had a room at a little bed and breakfast and even though we had discussed sleeping arrangements before embarking; she flirted with me upon entering, “Where’s my bed?” (more…)

I get submissions sometimes from fans of the site (or of me). Here’s an interesting one by FSK Fan Ryan. He wrote this missive to me late at night, along with a couple of other stories. I think his work is promising and hot. What do you think? xx fsk

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He had been looking forward to this evening for months. The chairman of his company had invited him and his girlfriend to dinner with the other members of the board of directors, something reserved for a very few executives in the company. He smiled as he escorted his woman to the car as they headed to the restaurant. She looked amazing in a black cocktail dress clinging to her in just the right way, black stockings with a sophisticated yet sexy black hem running up the back, one strand of pearls he had given to her for her birthday, and her hair done perfectly highlighting her beautiful face and eyes.

He knew this was going to be a special evening and Deb could feel the excitement emanating from him as well and this made her quiver inside because she knew that when he was excited and pleased that he would manifest this by ravishing her and driving her wild. Just the thought of some of the things he had done to her in the past made her tingle inside and she felt herself beginning to get wet as her labia pressed against the front panel of her thong. (more…)

As I perch on a stool, you whisper in my ear “The pier”.

I laugh, long and loud, at your imaginative choice.

“We are 30 blocks away”  I snicker, looking at the clock over the bar.

“C’mon”  You grab my hand, my coat, my bag, and push your way through the crowd.  Outside, you pause, holding out my coat for me, then pressing me against the wall, your arms block any escape.  Your smile is all heat and hunger, wicked and confident.

“When we get there, you’ll do as I say, baby, and you’ll love it” Your English accent warm and clipped, more suggestive than menacing.  I stick out my tongue, and you lick it with the tip of yours.  I moan a little, you growl, and we kiss hard.  Your arms wrap around me and I melt into your mouth with warm, wet, open kisses.

You pull my away from the building to the street and flag down a cab.  Its late, almost 2 am, but you’re determined.  And horny.  I’ve teased you all night, starting with a phone call earlier in the day, where I told you I would do whatever you wanted in the location of your choice as long as you did it after 1 am and by 3 am.  I promised you in this warm winter break no location was out of bounds, unless it was unsafe, too public and too bright.  We pondered bridges and tunnels, subway cars and building rooftops.  Parks and taxi cabs already had seen our eagerness to get at each other physically.  We so enjoyed making out, touching, fucking, teasing each other, and the locations just made the jolt a little more intense, a private adventure you and I share.

A cab slows down.  You open the door.  “Pier 92″ (more…)

Check out the full three-part video piece I made a few years ago for my online exhibit and gallery installation - “unMade Movie”. It has traveled to Russia, Toronto, Chicago, Germany and Italy.

The entire work focuses on gender, the role of femininity vs. feminism, role vs. persona, a movie unmade, of different pop culture archetypes women in cinema populate. The video, in particular, focuses on the fluidity of the self, a melting off of gender, identity, into piece where toys melt, mold and float in shimmering liquid. Its hypnotic and strange, yet lovely. Erotic in a different way.

The full exhibit includes photo stills arranged in “type” or “mood” galleries - The Blonde, The Showgirl, The Redhead. There are also production notes cataloguing the first few years of this project. The site will soon migrate to a more user friendly version, but until then, you can veiw the full exhibit online here:

xxx FSK

 

 unMade Movie Redux [13:11m]: Play Now | Download (39171)

She wandered in and out of relationships for years. No idea what she wanted, who she was, she only knew to keep searching. The journey required her only to be open and not to seek an anchor or security.

Of course, she couldn’t float with it. She would contract and spasm into one unsuitable relationship after another. Each extremes of what she needed to face, the most recent being her own loving nature.

And then, finally, she fell still. Still enough to hear her heart call for something more than just gratification of some warped ideal. It required of her a mission to be more loving, more giving, more open, and to seek someone who could honor and accept her uniqueness. That she not back away, flit, fluster, skirt and fall back from moments of real emotional mastery, real feeling, real love, real deep shuddering orgasms. She breathed low and tight through her teeth. A shift had occurred. (more…)

by Bobbi Williams aka Smokifantastic

Andre stares at me for an hour. We are on the morning train en route to Saint Petersburg.

“What do you write?” he says gently in a thick Russian accent.

“What do you think I write?”

“Sci Fi,” he jokes, and laughs at himself.

“Yes, I write Sci Fi. Would you like to hear some of it?”

“Please, I would love to hear it.”

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Petra Ros has waited for her secret lover on the waterfront at 12 o’clock every Thursday night for a year now. She is a conservative woman in her late 30s. Every Thursday night, she waits for a lover whom she has never seen and tonight she feels she will have the strength to face him. She begins to watch the water the way she does when he is late, and she becomes impatient. She begins to become hypnotized by the waves and the rays of light that illuminate the water
from the street lamps. It is foggy and brisk – not a good night for a woman to be out alone. But she had to come. She has never been absent.

It is on nights like this that she contemplates having a normal relationship. Suddenly she feels his fingers on her waist. He snuggles against her neck. He takes a deep inhale of her soft rose perfume. He presses his body close to her. He rests his sex in the small of her back. He moans. She opens her lips, closes her eyes, runs her fingers through his thick curly hair. She feels her heart release a different rhythm.

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He took entirely too long to meet. My fault - age differences, general mistrust, his voice (oddly enough), and not so clear conversations online.

So I looked at the photos he sent. Again. Talked on the phone. Again. And, gave in to an inkling of something.

Post-tattoo we met. Maybe it was the adrenaline. If the night was set to music, Ravel’s Bolero would have illustrated the long, slow build up.

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The joys of the younger man are variable. Sometimes it’s a trip back to high school - immaturity, jealousy, inexperience and fast, spastic sex. Sometimes younger men are sweet, passionate, uncomplicated. Easy and fun, with no clutter of emotional baggage built up.

She was stuck at her office again. Her work piled high and she had absolutely no interest in it. The only light in the room was her desk lamp. And her computer screen.

It beckoned. She browsed half-heartedly. A banner ad for a dating site captured her eye and she clicked on it, peering around self-consciously. The site offered free accounts and access for women. She smiled wryly and signed up. She doubted the men online were anything close to her ideal, or even a lusty stand-in.

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Mr. Pinned, (named for the way he so perfectly pins me down), is the last person I bothered to interact with from an online dating service. He was witty online and his pictures were cute. We chatted on the phone, and his voice was like liquid metal in my ear, pouring down through my body, heating and expanding every part of me.

We ended up meeting late one night before I left for vacation and before he moved to the West Coast. It was perfect combustion - explosively sexy, physical in the entire sense of the word, and extremely satisfying. He knew how to pin me, hold me, make me beg and cry out. He was strong and in control the entire time. He felt as if he was violating a 16 year old girl, (nod to my fabulous genes), and I reveled in every moment of it.

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Spring is nearly over, so I thought I’d whip up this book list for the lounge-prone amongst you to enjoy while suffering the sweltering summer heat.

The Story of The Eye - Georges Bataille
This is a thin tome that rambles on an expressionistic surreal coming-of-age tale in the French countryside. Sex here is raw and addictive, uncontrolled, bizarre and achingly sweet. The main characters, a boy and his lovely cousin, drive a girl mad, play with eggs and bulls’ testes. There is murder, lust, mud wallowing and milk sitting. And of course, religion is mocked and desecrated, in the most voluptuous manner. I can’t say anymore about this book without giving away some of the juicier aspects of the tale. It’s a short must read that will either whet your appetite for more or disturb you intensely.

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Dance for your lover as if there is no one else in the world but them. You and he/she can create a space, an energy that is nothing like you’ve felt before. It will intoxicate you, consume them, and limits touch to the barest of physical interaction. Breath with them, fall into their eyes, the deepest part of their pupils and bring the heat out of them, coax it forth and keep it steady, in waves, pulsing into you and back into them. This is kissing without lips, fucking without touch, wooing without words. This is dancing.

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