WelcomeI am Lydia_I really prefer friend requests to be accompanied with messages.It helps weed out bots and helps establish a connection.But, moving on...------------------------My name is Lydia, And I will answer to that. Calling me by terms of affection or objectification won't work well (example: baby, sugar, slut, this girl).I really prefer conversations and friendly greetings to the "Name age/sex" approach. The "ASL" greetings just feel really impersonal and lacking effort. Yes, we are online and I am a cluster of pixels to talk to, but I'm also a person and taking time to talk to you. I will show everyone the same courtesy and ask how your day was.-----------Also, I'm not going to get on your case for misspelling things, however, try to put in some effort to writing out words like "you" instead of "u". It's another example of effort and wins you big bonus brownie points.And, betting that my ass is fantastic might sound flattering to you, it's not an appropriate greeting during the first conversation..---------Offering me cookies is a good idea; I love chocolate chip...----------On Lush...I'm a little snarky, silly, and flirty. I enjoy reading posts, and writing.I'm working on self love and acceptance. It's not an easy road for me; fighting a lifetime of bullying never is easy to combat. But I have an excellent network of friends, both on and off the site that help me with it every day.On Lush, I'm looking to explore and meet new people. I'm not explicitly looking to be owned or have an official relationship outside friendship or online play partners. However, if one happens to occur, I'm not going to throw a fit about it.I can be incredibly sweet and loyal to those in my friendly circle. Generally I'm considerate to most who cross my path until there is a reason to not be.----------------------Vanilla life, life baby...With sprinkles!----------------------In the more nonsexual aspects of things, I do have a job that requires me to be 100% vanilla and nonsexual in that moment. I'm lifeguard, CPR, AED, and First Aid certified.I adore reading. I prefer non-fiction/fantasy to most other genres, although those don't get ignored. Writing is a favorite activity as well. It helps all the clutter in my head be organized so I'm able to communicate effectively with others.I've been a Wiccan witch since June 2005. I'm an eclectic solitary, but I love to talk to those who practice the Craft, as well as those from any other spiritual denomination. *I will respect your faith (or chosen lack thereof, if the case may be) as long as you respect mine.**And...Netflix! Because, really... it's wonderful!----------My Hard Limits(as of February 3, 2014)My hard limits are things that I will not do/experience under any circumstances. I have no issues with explaining them, provided the question is posed with respect. These are non-negotiable.abduction playarmpitsasphxiaphiliablood playbody modificationboot lickingbrandingbre*dingcathetersclit torturecunt torturediapersface fartingfish hooksflesh hooksgenital piercinggenital torturehead shavinghuman ashtrayhuman toiletneedle playscarificationticklingurethral fuckingwatersportsminorsanimalsnonconcentThis is by no means a finished list, but I figure it will work for now.-------Thanks for reading.Please feel free to shoot a message my way.
I can see that I'm causing you problems. I can see that my presence causes stress and pain. I don't mean to be annoying. I don't mean to get in your way. Maybe you felt bad for me at first and came to my aid. I know I'm not the worst, But I am tired of this charade. I can see I'm not helping you No matter how hard I try. Everything that I do Ends up not being right. It's got to...
Added 26 May 2014 | Category Love Poems
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“It’s so great to see the two of you,” my mother says, pouring another glass of wine. As she sets it down, she reaches for my father’s hand, a bright smile stretching across her face. “It really is,” my father agrees, giving my mother’s hand an affectionate squeeze. “We’re happy to be here, Mom,” I reply for the two of us, placing a hand on your thigh, under the table. I look to you...
Added 15 Dec 2013 | Category BDSM
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Rip my shirt piece by piece. Drop me to my knees. Bend me over on all fours Call me slut, bitch, or your little whore. Cuff me to the wall, Cuff me to the bed. I'm your personal "fuck-doll" To spank until I'm sore and red. I'm eager to please I can take you Anywhere you want with ease. And orders, I'll gladly follow through. Your pleasure is my goal. I know my place, But you...
Added 24 Oct 2013 | Category Love Poems
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I saw you today. For a moment, it was fleeting. Our eyes didn't meet, and then you slipped away. Your lyrical voice just keeps repeating But I can never remember what you would say. Each time this happens, you wear a mask. But you remain timeless to the core. Keeping me within sights is an unnerving task. Dragging memories in my mind to the fore. I shiver, and I could swear I felt you....
Added 23 Oct 2013 | Category Love Poems
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I want to be in your arms, There I feel wanted and looked for. I feel safe from harm, Needed, warm to the core. You hold together the pieces of me, The bits left shattered by pain. The desire you ignite within Pours over us like wild rain. I want to be who you need, Maybe I can repay you. Call it a hunger, or greed, Either might be true. Take me, claim me as your own, I offer no resistance,...
Added 08 Jul 2013 | Category Love Poems
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I love when my parents are out of the house. And who wouldn't? The peace and quiet without my father obsessively trying to convince me to follow his path in life is more of a relief than I can describe. It's also rather nice not to have my amazingly nurturing mother fretting about me; she needs a night to relax. My parents received a call on Wednesday from their friends in New...
Added 22 Jan 2012 | Category Masturbation
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This story can stand on its own, however, it is recommended that the viewer have read "The Night to Come" series to full understand. This is a continuation of what happens after the night came... As always, I hope it is enjoyed. I twitched awake, stretching languidly in my empty bed. Cold metal bumped against the warm skin of my wrist, making me jump. My eyes opened to see a pair of...
Added 10 Oct 2011 | Category Lesbian
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While you're gone from me The peace of my soul has slipped away. While you're gone from me, The edges of my soul begin to fray... And I'm lost to the anger. While you're gone from me, The magic disappears as the devil strikes another deal While you're gone from me There's a gaping hole in my life, my heart, my shields. And I'm lost in loneliness. While you're gone from me, ...
Added 28 Apr 2011 | Category Love Poems
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Ben had been visiting for a week or so, and for some reason I'd decided to show him the public library that was in my city, the one on the hill I have to walk up to get to work every other day. It's old stone structure is one that is reminescent of the Victoria Era, or so I've heard, but the inside is a flashback to the seventies. The racks are a groovy orange color that would have matched...
Added 11 Feb 2011 | Category Straight Sex
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Despite the fact that my cheating rat of an ex-boyfriend was going to be at the Halloween office party, I still wanted to go. I’d been working particularly hard the past four months to prove to Mr. Dentone that I was worth of a promotion from Junior Marketing Assistant to Senior Marketing Assistant. The promotion meant a significant raise, my own assistant, and an office on one of the...
Added 11 Oct 2010 | Category Reluctance
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