The pleasure of all art is to have pleasure in giving pleasure.-Dale CarnegieHi, I go by Emily around here. I think the Carnegie quote best explains me as an occasional writer and poet. I write simply because I enjoy the cathartic process of putting my thoughts and feelings into words. Bits and pieces of me are tucked into each of my works – some fragments are more obvious than others. Outside of Lush, I dash to classes, play team sports, hang out with friends -- in essence, live the student life. My academic life is very much focused on the science-y side of things which I absolutely love. Lush affords me the opportunity to indulge in my more creative side. Lust, love and all their kinky trimmings are some of the most fun things to read and scribble about. I’m always happy to hear from anyone with anything to say about writing, sex or whatever proclivities you think we may have in common. Or if you like, what we don’t have in common – that should be fun too. You are most welcome to drop me a line in my Lush inbox.
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That obnoxious smirkA disguise for tendernessCome, smile for me please...x
No, you follow Barney Stinson's bro-code advice. First article: Never make eye-contact during the devil's threeway. Fine print reads, "To (openly) bi guys: Fuck the code."
Sure, if the circumstances were right. But I'd rather be in a spitroast than a dp. I imagine the latter would be physically impossible with me.x**Just a few pointers/funky facts for the guys when it comes to spitroasting 1. No crossing swords.2. When eye contact is made a high five must be given. 3. If the males raise their arms towards each other at 45* angles and hold hands over the girl, the position becomes known as a 'sydney harbour bridge'.4. If a 3rd guy can somehow manage to fuck the girl in her other hole then this is known as a 'double adaptor spitroast. (taken from Urban Dictionary)
I actually have nothing negative to say about the 'Fifty Shades...' series. It's the first thing I've read from the erotica genre. Lol. It's not something I can re-read without cringing though!I'll gladly admit that I'm intrigued by the movie; the gorgeous leads make it all the more appealing... (C'mon, we all watched The Ides of March for Clooney and Gosling!) Oh, and I really liked the revamped Beyonce number in the trailer - "Crazy in Love" sounds uber slick and sexy now.x
https://c1.staticflickr.com/3/2399/5762026948_f297d6fc07.jpg That's drained/empty for you.x
I can't play this gameWho decides that I should lose?Clearly match-fixingLove was not at stakeNever did we bet our heartsStill my pulse was goneBeating drum withinEchoes of my former selfRobbed of life's meaningButHere we are againReady for another roundLets play fair this time Written with 2012 in mind.x
So, this is MJ's Billie Jean . Covered by The Civil Wars //www.youtube.com/embed/MZhIm-XtZIk
Front pocket of my skinny jeans. If you see me reaching in there, it's because A. I'm thinking about letting you have it.or B. I'm making sure it's still there. You're not getting it.Either way, my heart's pretty damn durable. It's not been broken, probably because I tend to do option A. with the right folks - you know, the sort who return that figurative lump of muscle in good condition. x
It's definitely doable. I tend to favour facing the wall, rather than leaning with my back against it. I support myself better that way, and can avoid knee-buckling to the point of losing balance.What I'd do is push my forearm (palm to elbow) against the tile, most times tucking my head into the bend at my elbow. Legs'd be apart, but with one foot in front of the other. The leg in front'd be bent at the knee, whereas the leg behind'd be straight and taut. The free hand, well... :PCan you picture it? Or was that too complicated a description? Lol anyhow, that's how I do it occasionally and it feels amazing to have hot water splashing onto your back. x
It was supposed to be a typical Saturday morning for Scott.Typical meant getting an extra three hours of REM sleep and waking up at noon to find that the girl he had picked up from the club last night had gone missing. If he had wrecked her panties as well, one of his Armani Exchange boxers would sometimes disappear with the chick. Typical was ideal. However, all that was relegated to...
Added 14 Jun 2014 | Category Supernatural
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Foreplay A finger tracing down my spine births shivers of delight. You’ve learnt my body like curves on a road well-travelled. I am your pathway. Goosebumps dot my flesh – tracks left by a finger tracing down my spine. Swathed in bliss. I attempt reason, demand sense for how you make me stir. Logic strikes a painful blow on blushing cheeks of juicy rear. A finger tracing down my...
Added 19 May 2014 | Category Erotic Poems
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Cheap syllables Only spill deceit Onto my milky crust. It's burnt by An all-consuming rage; The ashes of our trust Have scattered. Contrition must ascend From depths so depraved It taxes Your every iota. This penitence is a craft Refined from my laments; Each cry Inveigled From clenched jaws, slackened By sheer might of force, pleading Against shivering walls of My earnest hollow. ...
Added 06 May 2014 | Category Love Poems
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Curses, today I’m out of fags And badly in need of lovely long drags. Might I bum a smoke ? Of you I enquire. Just need to forget some college quagmire. A nod. And then a slight smile you offer A stranger’s kindness, I gaily concur. Join me , you murmur with cig between teeth No harm , I think, in this stranger named Keith. With ease, you show off a neat lighter trick Then smirk...
Added 25 Apr 2014 | Category Erotic Poems
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Nostalgia is the sense of familiarity that pries the cusps of your tear ducts apart while cajoling you to smile at the same time. It compels you do queer things at even queerer times and with Kate, it got her to the set earlier than most of the crew; an anomaly since she was the lead actress of the film. At this hour, all she heard was the shuffling of her sandal-clad feet across the...
Added 19 Apr 2014 | Category Love Stories
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The winds, they howled in the darkened sky As raindrops pelted a clear reproach, A tell-tale sign that disaster was nigh, But no shower broke her steady approach. Tentative steps, they echoed her weakness For dazzling light from Zeus’ mighty quiver. Hands met with ears at each thunderburst, She shut her eyes but still felt a shiver. Alone, confused, transfixed to the ground Like one of...
Added 09 Apr 2014 | Category Love Poems
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Emily: “Nathaniel James Hollander.” That certainly caught his attention. My best friend stopped in his tracks and spun around cautiously. The caution was exaggerated, as were the furrowed brows. It would have been a truly comical sight if he wasn’t so good-looking. “Okay, I need you to review this for me. It’s a competition entry,” I said briskly, thrusting a sheaf of papers...
Added 08 Apr 2014 | Category Oral Sex
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The black corset held her lithe body in a death grip. From theundersides of her young breasts to the edges of her slim waist, the shinymaterial pinched inwards to highlight her subtle curves. I couldn’t help but notice how the matching tulle mini-skirt had a hemline that was raised just so – the better to show off her svelte legs, toned from hours of choreography practice. Ankle boots,...
Added 03 Apr 2014 | Category Quickie Sex
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Like silk threads Entwining To weave a fabric of lust, Tensile strength meets supple creases As my folds leak desire And cloak Your solid mass. Exposed limbs and that hidden sheath Embrace your filthy loving Surrender. Let it unravel Your careful stitches As we exchange And partake from the cup Of wanton cravings, pure With sin. We made our bed only to unmake it. ...
Added 02 Apr 2014 | Category Erotic Poems
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“I know you’re in there, bitch!” I slammed my palms against the door of Unit 12, pausing only to double-check the address that I had stolen from Nick. 12, Selinsgrove Apartment . The bitch in Unit 12 was Lisa. And I was there to take a good look at the cunt who’d been fucking my boyfriend for the past two months. What I would do after that “good look”, I still wasn’t sure. But it did...
Added 28 Mar 2014 | Category Trans
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