yeah I agree with the gentleman's post above me: i dont recommend having sex with another mans wife,
yeah, it may seem like fun to a 17 year old who can secretly know that he is, luxuriating in sex with a woman that his idiot compadres can only but dream of with the various school girls that wont give them the time of day.
however, ultimately you are walking into volatile situation when this woman, who is taking your lean and eager body for her pleasure. she is not only in the midst of a bitter breakup, but is also one of your scummy associate's mothers.
So, one day whilst lounging around in her bathrobe, having called in sick to her job as a professor as at a local college, she has decided that today is the day he is gonna get notice that he will be served the divorce paper's within days.
She has gone through half a bottle of wine, and thats when hubby comes home, thinking she is at work. He has brought his mistress with him and was planning on fucking her on the bed in the guest room but of course, wifey catches them... there are words accusations, slurs about sexual inadequacy, and she decides to drunkenly throw it in his face that one of her sons friends is a better fuck than he has been for years.
He rages "who"?, she drunkenly says its me.
He calls his son on the phone that night and says that his association with me has caused disgrace for him and their family and what is he, the son "GOING TO DO ABOUT IT"?.
Meanwhile, hey I dont know its going on. And a few days later I get invited over by my scummy associate and having nothing better to do, come over, whereupon he drunkenly beats me down (he was a karateka, and much bigger and stronger than me) overpowers me and then rapes me in the ass.
He threw me out of the house, my clothes were shredded. I thought I would split in half and bleed out, the blood saturating my jeans and staining my shoes. I was trying not to cry as I walked home so I wouldn't draw attention to myself. I felt I shouldn't exist. The sun was painfully bright, people were out mowing their lawns and kids played on back yard swing sets. I didn't want people to see this big stain of blood. I could smell that wet iron odor. I got home and staggered into my room and just lay in bed as day turned to night and thought about ending my life with a linoleum knife through my throat.
no, it wasnt worth it...
bad ju ju, yall

I have read most everybody's writing about this subject. I really cant dissagree with any of that which was written, particularly about when conflict continues unresoved, and if the hope is gone for improvement together.
I read great things and can think only of a memory where I got into the shower with the woman who was at the time, my tortured beloved,
We stepped into the shower as we would always do together, and it was absent, strange and perfunctory and I knew something was amiss, it was surreal: I felt that I had got into the shower with a different person that I got out of the shower with.
Outside the shower, silently toweling off, she seemed strange and alien all of a sudden, and I asked the fateful question and it was confirmed.
All part of life. It was a good thing we parted, but boy it was puerile showy kid stuff when we reastablished our boundaries and identities... I am not proud of my behavior...

i see an exchange on here that seems to be between gun owners, the arguments are well constructed and thought out. as for the assertion that the second ammendment served as an institution to perpetuate slavery, i have no comment except i have never heard of any such thing and if the writer reads this I would love to be pointed to a history book that contains that information. That is pretty shocking stuff.
I want to say to the gun guys, pro and con of bans: i appreciate your attempts to convey your ideas in a civil manner with one another. The whole tenor of the media debate is extremely shrill and uncivil.
I will disclose that i am a 'mentally ill" individual who would suffer from these regulations because even though i have no significant history of violent behavior, hey, people don't have much faith that a person with even a treatable chemical imbalance is not a psycho: Therefore arbitraily, even if I wanted to own a fire arm for protection, i would be rendered a second class citizen by said legislation. i guess if it is for the greater good then i am quite for it.

i do feel that this country has many citizenry that are not "diagnosed" with anything that should be disarmed because their politics renders them dangerous.
I just feel that there are too many heavy action mass murder weapons around and as our politics becomes more volatile and confused people would essentially start aggregating and para-militarizing themselves,
I mean the rhetoric on virtually any subject in politics is so vehement as to be blood thirsty vitriol, like they are just egging somebody on who is on the verge of "going rogue" so to speak.
i dont know, i just appreciate that you folks are arguing this in a rational, non abusive manner. THANKS, no ill go back to oogling naughty pictures before i really put my foot in my mouth. i am out of my depth here most times!!!

Hello and I thank you for the frank but kind response.
I don't know, I guess I just have this idea that something somehow "literary" (or "experimental) could be pulled off by me with a story,
I guess it's a personal sort of challenge for me to try to create erotic tension with "other" writing methods, however ineptly I may attempt to do so. Hey, I would rather be rejected by you kind folks than anyone else right now!!!
take care all....

yes, we are. here's the thing... well known authors who write 'visceral stories that aren't traditional in structure' usually know a LOT more about the ins and out of grammar than most of us and follow the rules, or break them with consistancy, in the same way. it's not random. as a mod, I see, on a daily basis, what is submitted here - some very wonderful stories can be sidetracked by poor grammar - when I am pulled out of the story because of the way it is written, the story becomes frustrating. The goal here is to write accessible stories that can be enjoyed by all.

yes, we hope for a certain amount of artistry, but honestly, stories that are experimental to the degree you seem to be indicating won't find an audience here. this is an erotica site, and that is what we prefer to publish. Yes, I find passages of Joyce's Ullysess incredibly erotic (Molly Blooms's closing speech) but I would never suggest the novel should be published on Lush.

Know your audience. For an example, btw, of how to write in a somewhat non traditional manner and still adhere to proper grammar and spin an erotic tale, my i suggest the works of this woman:
:)

I guess I have had to abandon certain ideas for purposes of propriety, even morality, I mean, it is good that this site has standards that are high in a lot of respects. They have kept baser aspects of freewriting in check: I started experimenting with sex young, far to young some would say and for me to finesse these memories into a story can actually be very unsavory. Then, the intensity can sometimes be lost if I have to "modify" these stories to protect the innocent, so to speak.
OR
Then I have to abandon stories which are in some ways violent or have what is considered a violation/exploitation by intoxication of some sort, that gets frustrating because well, if I were a better writer I suppose that proverbial paper bag would be easier to write myself out of...
OR
I have to abandon certain stories because, well, they arent stories truly, but wierd writing "gestures" that are scrap tappings of half poetry, or whatever, I don't know, I just have to keep trying I guess...
Oh, and the folks here are sticklers about grammar, structure and punctuation which can be stultifying inasmuch as that which I have submitted at times is meant to be more visceral, but in my mind not in need of traditional "structure"...
ehh...
i just keep trying I guess, right now, having pulled most drafts from my page, to work up new ideas.
hmmmmmmm

Hey if its all true its better for you, if its well written then its better for us! As long as you violate or slander no one, go ahead! I write from personal experience in the sense that I do my best to identify noone specifically. Being Bi Sexual helps me obscure genders even more. Anyway, with notable exceptions, people on LUSH have been quite supportive and helpful...

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I am not "all men", but I wouldn't blow me, accept for my wonderful personality, seriously, I wouldn't slobber over a cock like mine, usually!

It was the bottom of the world at this dead stop of time and it was a liberation in a sense. Now that I was officially a junkie degenerate, landed in a drug treatment center in the Minnesota woods, I could embark on the most liberated cock sucking I had ever performed… I was disowned, I was no one, I was now free. He was a black dude named Seth. His skin was a caramel brown, his hair a mess...

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Cigarette The drag in is like a he pushing in you So deep So Slowly and gentlly. You swell in joy and bliss Till the exhalation of the smoke is Like you in a she … and With the spasm and the inevitable spurts of cum, your cells melt in pleasure… ...

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