I am here for the stories primarily, to read, to occasionally write. I am mostly, a dissipated hack but I love to make what is usually a futile effort to write something that works... I enjoy LUSH, I am on here just to write amateur smut that resonates with someone on occasion. I am here to make pleasnt acquaintences, possibly even cultivate some useful, even if out of sync and non proximal friendships. I am partnered and do not chat or cyber. I prefer to communicate via E mail on the lush site. I like to keep my LUSHING contained properly which I believe is pretty reasonable. My experience of reality is screwed up enough without LUSH spilling wierdness into it and of course without so called real life spilling into LUSH and spoiling that. I need help with stories. I like to discuss sex. I like to converse about many things. I prefer to do so in written form. If that is of interest to folks they are welcome to friend me. Of course I am also here for the naughty pics and to read smut as well. THAT IS ALL... AS YOU WERE...
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The presumption I take gentle umbrage with folks ,is a common thread in what you are all describing: You percieve us bisexuals as promiscuous and yet that doesnt always apply. I mean I look at myself. I am monogamous. When I am with a woman as a "man", she is mine and I hers. If that relationship ends, well, I might "switch" I usually have done so. But I was always faithful.yes folks, just lay it on the table:Anthropologically there is an ICK factor for straight women with Bi males. I have always sensed that. there will always be a percieved inadequacy because How can she possibly be fucked so very good, by a male who has, and perhaps in another relationship, will: Suck Penises and take penises in their ass. Yeah, his cock pumping in you is turning your pussy to magic mush and you are ready to burst into a cloud of stars with pleasure but you catch that glimpse of my face and you can't reconcile that in that instant you see me with a drool of semen on my chin!Its a mess!I mean when I pronounced myself bi sexual in college I was at times of course viewed as an unctuous, potential disease vector by straight women, and yet there were out "gays" who gave me flack for not accepting my true but latent homosexuality, they viewed my desire for sex with women as a form of denial. At the time in retrospect, they were absoutely right inasmuch as the crunchy bi chicks that lay with me as an experiment to piss off their mommies and daddies were in promiscuous supply.I had to prove i could seduce women.I don't know. Bi is wierd. Bi presents complications that must be learned.Bi can be a lovely thing.But it can also be a lonely thing for a while if you conduct yourself like a lechyou as a bi,will be a pariah.(unless you tell them of your tortured childhood dream of wanting to be a priest, then they might fuck you one time, out of pity!)Be well allbe lovedONASANDS
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. ORThen 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...ORI 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 have never liked my own penis. I have never liked the way it looks specifically, as it was always, to me a rather smallish gristle, kind of an abrupted and discontinued bit of a thing. It was as if some lousy generic model of a penis was hastily installed on my crotch as an afterthought, put on just because one "had to be there". Don't get me wrong, my penis is very functional and I...
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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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MADAGASCAR LEAVE We boys casually pal’d around before we got down to making love In the Beautiful waste of days in the empty nothing that had become our lives. We then burst from our confining clothes to be Naked, playing cowboys on the pallet, Searching our shells for something other than These lonely little moments. We eked out solace like we were Digging in poisoned ground But,...
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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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