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	<description>Hark, one tenderer note than all ... Sighing, one long low lovely loveless call...</description>
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		<title>All this heat</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve been hard for days. Ready to fuck. I take long luxurious laps at the briefest contacts to my pelvis &#8211; the moment of walking through the subway turnstyles. Leaning up against a table. My hips tilt upward in wait, like the center of a plant revealing to the blue sky. Magnetic and animal and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>In Praise of Summertime Girls</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The really fantastic thing about summer, and it nearly goes without saying, is the marvelous paucity of clothing. The sheerness of the fabrics, the slenderness of the straps, the floatiness of the skirts, the way that the summer air itself becomes more of a garment than what we put on in the morning.
Women walking around [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.sapphosgirls.com/words/archives/in-praise-of-summertime-girls</link>
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		<title>Summer Game Plan</title>
		<description><![CDATA[She saw me the moment I walked into the bar. I saw her, too, just a moment before she looked up from her vodka tonic and gave me the once-over, by which time I&#8217;d already looked away (keeping her in my periphery) and began greeting the regular barflies that were starting to recognize me. The [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.sapphosgirls.com/words/archives/summer-game-plan</link>
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		<title>ask for what you want</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I want you to only address me as Sir.
I want you to start playing with your clit ten minutes before I arrive, but under no circumstances are you allowed to come.
I want you wearing high heels and a short skirt with nothing underneath.
I want your safeword to be carnation, which means, you can yell no [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.sapphosgirls.com/words/archives/ask-for-what-you-want-2</link>
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		<title>The Changing of the Seasons</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s spring again.
We&#8217;re all coming out of the long hibernation, dragging our bodies out into the light and sun again, rediscovering picnics, parks, promenades, pool tables. 
We&#8217;re putting away our winter woolen suits and outing our skin, letting it breathe again, letting the gym work pay off (or letting the lack thereof be noticed). 
And [...]]]></description>
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		<title>the therapy session</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The Saturday that Miss DD was visiting me in New York City, we attempted to go out to a queer dance that boasted swing, salsa, and tango music, but when we arrived it was near empty, awkward, unsexy, and unwelcoming. We did not stay.
The failed dance, really, is irrelevant, aside from that we had dressed [...]]]></description>
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		<title>tip of my tongue</title>
		<description><![CDATA[On Sunday &#8211; after a lovely date with Penny on Saturday night where we watched the Sex and the City film, had dinner, drinks, dessert after, went to my place and kept each other up until 3am &#8211; we were lounging, satiated from a morning of breakfast and sex, talking about her plans to move [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Care &amp; Feeding of Butches</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When I look handsome, tell me so. That look of appreciation in your eyes for my masculinity makes me melt.
Let me open doors for you, hold your umbrella, carry your bags, pull our your chair, refill your drink. These are the ways I call you precious.
When I am moody, let me have space. I will [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.sapphosgirls.com/words/archives/the-care-feeding-of-butches</link>
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		<title>Ask For What You Want</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I want you to only address me as Sir.
I want you to start playing with your clit ten minutes before I arrive, but under no circumstances are you allowed to come.
I want you wearing high heels and a short skirt with nothing underneath.
I want your safeword to be carnation, which means, you can yell no [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.sapphosgirls.com/words/archives/ask-for-what-you-want</link>
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		<title>Nipple Clamps &amp; the Pleasurable Pinch</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My nipple clamps: I have a love/hate/love relationship with them. (Although to be honest, sometimes itâ€™s more of a hate/love/hate relationship.) I am myself often profoundly passionately ambivalent, and my nipple clamps embody this dyadic intensity with exceptional and excruciating precision.
Theyâ€™re a simple machine, really. Just two alligator clips yoked together by a slender chain. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.sapphosgirls.com/words/archives/nipple-clamps-the-pleasurable-pinch</link>
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		<title>Fucktoy</title>
		<description><![CDATA[With the blindfold over my eyes and the ball gag in my mouth, I find the smell of leather and pussy is inescapable.
My arms are bound in thick white rope Jeannie-style: before my chest and under my boobs. I look like I just have to nod my head and blink to make my wish come [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.sapphosgirls.com/words/archives/fucktoy</link>
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		<title>The Despot &amp; The Boddhisatva</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I slept naked last night. I don&#8217;t usually. Usually, when I sleep naked, I feel my breasts try to run away from me at night; they scamper in my sleep like puppies. Hence the tank top to corral them into slumberous submission. The pajama bottoms are just for balance. Or occasionally for warmth.
But last night, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.sapphosgirls.com/words/archives/the-despot-the-boddhisatva</link>
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		<title>you&#8217;re going to come for me</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Harder,&#8221; she whispered. &#8220;Fuck me harder, please, please.&#8221;
In a dingy bathroom in the downstairs of a Tibetan restaurant. Her cheek against the peeling greasy paint, legs kicked apart, stockings pulled down just to below her ass, dress shoved up around her waist, in front of the filmy bathroom mirror where she could see my arm [...]]]></description>
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