I live to write. I have a wide variety of interests and at some point they'll all surface in my stories.Most of my stories are fictional, some are based very loosely on reality. A few are written about my own sex life (Want, Wait, Touch, Taste - and - Finders Keepers)Feel free to PM me, or friend and follow me. I often cannot engage in private chat but it never hurts to ask. Because of the number of online messages I receive (black boxes) I've had to limit that to my friends only. Also, if I'm 'away' I'm probably writing or actually away from the computer. If you black box me and I don't respond, odds are I'm gone.Answers to Questions I'm often asked:*I started writing because I became frustrated with a lack of erotica stories I wanted to read.*I continue to write because I get a thrill out of penning my sexually charged thoughts on paper and sharing them with other. *No, I'm not interested in real life relationships. (No webcam or cellphone)*Nothing puts me off or disgusts me, some things just interest me more than others. I favor hardcore and fetish elements the most when I read.
Finally - 4 months after I started (almost to the day) I've finished my novel rough draft. It stands at a paltry 60,000 words.
Plenty of options to make terminally ill patients comfortable untill thier time comes. Umm...No.I don't want to eventually die in drugged up delirium while everyone waits around for the eventual end. I'd like to choose my time to go if it comes to 'death by cancer'.So clearly I support my right to check out when my life is at an end. No one ELSE gets to decide that FOR me.Legal or not: I'm not sitting on a gurney in my living room until I croak in the middle of the night from colon cancer.Noting your various posts in this thread - I am curious as to why you think it's up to you to decide when / how I die. You're not my husband or my children - so why does your view suddenly factor into the most significant thing regarding me?
Apparently my husband was in absolute denial that any other male ever looked at me - at all - ever (and nevermind the idea of them SAYING anything to me).I guess he just assumed he was the only one who ever noticed me.Needless to say - the other day when I revealed the truth he was NOT very please. And I wondered just how deep and dark that hole is where he lives.
I am facebook friends with my nephew and his wife. The wife posts more often he. She recently posted a trailer for the movie (to be released onValentine's Day 2015) of the Fifty Shades of Grey. She has also "liked" the books on FB. I see her and my nephew a couple of times of year as they 200 miles away. She is pretty good looking. (Hey you can't help but notice). I just feel kinda odd knowing what my nephew's wife "likes" As best as I can tell, nephew and wife have a good marriage. Next time I see, I want to joke and ask "read any good books lately?" But will resist. Comments please. Who cares? Why should you feel or think anything?There are over 300 million people living in the US.Over 16 million copies of the book have sold in the US ALONE.Over 3/4 of the US population are adultsThat means that 1 in 15 adults have read at least the first book.It has an average reader rating of 3.5+ on Amazon.Meaning that a little more than half the people who read the book - like the books in some fashion, shape, or form for varying reasons. Which equates to what - 9 million people?I hardly think that means diddly squat, really.In truth - she's just like everyone else. A normal person who read a book - because everyone else read the book.--No matter what you do in life: don't draw brash conclusions of people based on what they read or like.My sister did that. She and I have always had personal issues. But when I started to talk to her less because of these personal issues, she at some point during that time discovered I write erotica. She stalked me online a bit - read all my stuff - confronted me about it - told me that reading just the blog was TMI - and then concluded that I spend so much time writing/reading erotica that THAT is the reason I talk to her less. Further: she concluded I must be embarrassed about my erotica, which is another reason I talk to her less.No - I talk to her less because she's a weirdo who does things like stalks me online and reads the erotica I write which has a lot o my real sex life in it - that's the problem. LOL!!So - no one's allowed to be like her.
Let us know your pick and reasoning :) Age?I've never been with a younger guy - always older. Rarely my same age. Closest age gap was a few years. I think 'the older the better' was true until I married (and he's older - because that's better. 11 years to be exact) :)Exact age doesn't matter as it relies on what age I am - clearly I have no qualms with *much* older men - I had no problem with men in their 40's, 50's, 60's when I was single.
Well on the upswing - I'm one of the authors that takes my short stories and publishes them officially. I haven't done it much, but when I do so - and that publication is for money or per contract - I hide it from my Lush listing.I also do this when I take a short story and turn it into a longer work like a novella.So I've written far more than what's on my Lush story list.
Oh there's always time to steal a kiss - even mid a frantic fucking. In fact, no better way to drive me nuts than to pause briefly and switch gears.
Well call me silly - but I think that's the idea: Lush promoting its growing business concept.A bit of fun.--Now - I don't write for contests. They all feel a bit 'forced' when it comes to sitting down and crafting a story to appease such things. But that's just me.
Well - I like big toys.Needless to say - the small guys don't always find that thrilling. They're rather something more to their size gets me off.Which means we just weren't on the same page and such a relationship wouldn't work since - without serious love - things are mostly about sex and what kind of movies you like.
That's interesting -- are you saying that an orgasm generated that way is inferior to an orgasm delivered some other way? Are orgasms that come from enthusiastic stimulation better than others? No - not inferior. Sometimes the opposite.But wholly and entirely frustrating. I'm not patient and they do take longer. It's more like using my easy-trigger against me. All still fun and good, but he favors it far too much.
I was fixated on her in ways most unbecoming. I desired her in ways I should not have desired. She was not mine for the taking, but I coveted her all the same. Her soft smile was a lustful invitation on her lips. Dimpled cheeks, curled red hair. Her body, slight and soft in contrast to mine. With shy coyness she taunted me. With each movement she beckoned me. With each sweet, innocent...
Added 23 Jun 2014 | Category First Time
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The box, solid red with a silver bow, sat at the foot of my bed. I, with my feet tucked underneath me, sat on the pillows, my back against the headboard. I had a vague concept of what was inside, though with Master Nyguen, I could never be too certain. Inside the box could have been anything. He was fond of anal play, so it could have been a new rope of anal beads. It could have been a new...
Added 18 Jun 2014 | Category Fetish
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Eight months. Seven days. Sixteen hours. It’s been so long since my wife last told me she loved me and then kissed me goodbye. How was I to know that one kiss would be the last kiss, the last caress? How many times would I think of her and seek her memory out in this way? “More coffee?” The waitress comes to stand in front of me, carafe in her hand. I consider that she...
Added 07 Jun 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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I don’t just want to suck his cock, I need to suck his cock. We haven’t seen each other in two months. The last time we were together, we had just forty-eight hours, and only fucked. This time, I’m flying out to see him. The only thing I can think of is getting his long, hard cock in my mouth—sucking, licking, and swallowing him until he cums. I need to see the look in his eyes, feel the...
Added 26 Jul 2013 | Category Hardcore
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The hillside was torched by a lick of flame. Angry fire burned wildly, devouring. Timbers cracked, the trees split, all was consumed. Heaven sent the rain, quenched the devil’s hand. Then the rain faded, leaving a man behind. He was cold, I gave him shelter. He was hungry, I gave him food. He was broken, I cured his wounds. Eyes dark, rich, and golden – like aged brass coins. Scattered...
Added 27 Jun 2013 | Category Love Poems
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I feel the air surge with his energy as Dillon runs toward me. He always loved running, to feel the wind in his hair and the earth give under his toes. It's different now, though. We can't feel the wind or the earth underfoot, only energy. Energy, that is all there is between the two of us, and everything else. "What now?" I ask as he flits over the ground with his legs and arms pumping. ...
Added 11 Jun 2013 | Category Supernatural
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As the rhythm strikes, I sway to the beat For the man in black, As our glazed eyes meet. With a suit well pressed, He’s under my skin. As I twirl and grind, I’m dancing for him. A soloist tryst, Now a pas de deux. My face wears a mask, Which he can see through. My hands are fevered, Stoked by fire within. Fingertips, his touch, Alight on my skin. Graceful dips and twirls ...
Added 05 Jun 2013 | Category Love Poems
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Something draws me to the photograph of him, It’s so wrong for me to look, But I do, Over and over again. There is something in the way he is poised, Casual, against the cushions of the sofa. Black jeans, White shirt. It’s the jacket, though, And the buckle on his belt, - Undone. The thrust of his hips, The way his arm reaches overhead, These are where my eye wanders, Over and...
Added 18 Apr 2013 | Category Love Poems
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I've been ready for this. Ready and waiting anxiously allday. Since my lunch break when He said, “You up for it, tonight?” Planted smoothly after some drab political joke and comment on the weather. The warmth of His voice emanating that casual coolness. That laid back tone and easy going demeanor. A crisp, deep vocal hue that could put a rabid dog to sleep. Lulling and calm. Deceptive. ...
Added 11 Mar 2013 | Category Anal
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Two erotica short stories.
Charcoal and Pinstripes: The transition from military to civilian can be stressful. For one military couple this process opened a new avenue of sexual exploration. It's all about suits and sex.
Want, Wait, Touch, Taste: Military life often comes with unwilling...
An erotica short story. Ms. Langely will never again confuse 'loose' for 'lose' after Mr. Davison employs a bit of creative thinking. Story Content: submission, spanking, oral sex, and one hot guy in a business suit with an attitude...
Racing to Latin class one minute, falling for her professor the next, things are impossible for Lara Lockette to predict. Giving into temptation never felt so good. Driven by passion, a relationship develops through secret rendezvous and little white lies.
Soon, Lara is in a state of emotional...
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