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Aimee Herman
Aimee Herman, a performance poet, has been featured on radio, at various festivals, café’s, and erotic salons. She will soon teach an erotic writing class in Denver, CO. Aimee has been featured in Oysters & Chocolate Erotic Stories of Every Flavor, Best Lesbian Love Stories 2010 (Alyson Books), and the upcoming Best Women’s Erotica (Cleis Press). She has also been published by Cliterature Journal, InStereo Press, and Uphook Press’ latest anthology of poetry, You Say. Say. She is inspired by Canadians and disemboweling the meaning of sexuality. Email her with questions, comments, or your favorite sexual position to: writerslashpoet@gmail.com
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Aimee Herman
Literary Erotica "John," a sex story by Aimee Herman After we fucked, he offered me a cigarette. It was ultra light and I could barel
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Aimee Herman
AQuirky Erotica Series "NOTES
FROM A DIRTY YOUNG WOMAN: Hair"
by Aimee Herman Read the entire series here As the temperature
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Aimee Herman
AQuirky Erotica Series "NOTES
FROM A DIRTY YOUNG WOMAN: An Homage to Charles Bukowski"
by Aimee Herman Read the entire series here
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Aimee Herman
when I ride you, your vibrations burn beneath me wind holds me down, there are no straps I must hold on tightly to you, as my knees bang up ban
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Aimee Herman
AQuirky Erotica Series "NOTES
FROM A DIRTY YOUNG WOMAN: Driving my Sex Through Airbrushed Magazine"
by Aimee Herman Read the entire seri
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Aimee Herman
Humorous Erotic Poetry "burt the beekeeper" by Aimee Herman i—love—you—burt—bee—keeper—fifty—percent—post—industrial—recycled—plastic—
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Aimee Herman
AQuirky Erotica Series "NOTES FROM A DIRTY YOUNG WOMAN: Porno Party" by Aimee Herman Read the entire series here M y cunt is contemplati
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AQuirky Erotica Series "NOTES FROM A DIRTY YOUNG WOMAN: How Deep is Your Cleaning?" by Aimee Herman Read the entire series here I
spent
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Aimee Herman
I want it to smell like snowfall in September gingerbread and old words fresh laundry in the wintertime, when moisture rises and scent
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Aimee Herman
I began ordering things I did not want, and often did not need. Small things, like books that I actually had interest in reading, but could have
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Aimee Herman
Dear Mom,
I think it is time we had the
talk.
Maybe, you haven’t given
it to me yet because
no one
prepared y
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Aimee Herman
He prefers to be dipped in chocolate without the additional milk. Dark. If dark means permanent. Skin of clay-infused softness. If soft means pl
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Aimee Herman
I hear the sounds of him fucking himself from the shared wall between our bathrooms—his apartment, 15B, is just to the left of mine. There’s not
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Aimee Herman
tip of your velvet tastes like ocean teeth to the left, experience soul of slant- ed genitals, grateful I know how to hu
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Aimee Herman
I walk into the airport bar. Tables are sticky. It seems far too bright in here. I prefer more of a moon-lit-like-darkness. It is noon, though I
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Aimee Herman
At first glance, Miyoko Fujimori's book: The Housewife's Guide to the Practical Striptease could be mistaken as a strictly satirical peek into t
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Aimee Herman
Her feet permanently curved from shiny leather high-heeled casing. Size seven and a half, trained to squint themselves into a size six. Toes dip
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Aimee Herman
My bicycle came through the door a few seconds before I did and if an inanimate object could react, it would: leaking oil from its gears while s