So I see you've found yourself in my little corner of lush. The fact your reading this makes you very welcome here. So now for a little bit about me. Well first of my names Violet (yes that's my name haha) and I'm proudly Australian. I'm also a hopeless romantic and nothing can get me more turned on by an intimate passionate monment by a significant other. Male or female it doesn't matter.....though from my experience us gals do it better though mind you I've been broken by both in the past. So I guess that leads me to my sexuality which I hope you can tell by now I play for both teams haha. The one thing I won't tolerate is not being given respect. I'll repeat that. Please respect me and no telling me how hard your dick is right now...or the fact you came over my pictures or asking my how wet I am or my cup size in your first message is not respectfull. Now as to my pictures you may have noticed already or may have not gotten there yet but no I don't have pictures of my tits or pussy just there for all to see, nor do I have pictures of my face. This is as I'm highly insecure....I mentioned being hurt before yes? Well blame it on that. With that said I do have some pictures in an album that a select trusted and loved can see and you.may even be privillaged enough in due time to see them too. To finish this up cause I fear its going on for ever id like to admit that I'm far from perfect. I'm insecure and havnt been at home since 16....I've also dipped in and out depression and as a result of that alcoholism and drug addiction. In turn I use lush as an escape and as an emotional release. So at times I may be fairly down and other times pretty out of it. Just please be careful with me and if I do open up to you please don't fuck with me cause it means you actually mean a lot to mean. One last thing thanks Bianca, Lilly, Kat & finally Megan cause you've helped me through a lot whether you know it or not. I love you and you are dear to me.Violet,
Signed and sent to some friends for hopefully more support
I picked up guitar lessons my final year of primary school. The lessons where school based and I'll admit I started out of pure selfishness ( I was excused from a much hated duty school, one I won't mention as I don't want to offend anyone) and not out of love of the instrument. However over the years i have come to love the instrument. I self taught my self after 2 years of lessons. Nowadays I still play from time to time and have attempted to song write too. I do fear though that I can't sing and my song writings barley addequite at best.There also was a old grand piano forever present growing up. Mum always always had people coming in to tune it and fix it despite it never being used. Instead of an 'evil' tutor like some have mentioned I had an evil mother so to say who banned it from it ever being used. She however did play all the time apparently at some time. I only remember her touching it once when I was younger. The memory is clear I remember I woke to the music drifting through the house. When I found the source was her I was shocked and sat there listening for what felt like hours. When she finished I asked why she didnt play more and she said she just looked at me eyes glazdd over and walked away. As I said she never touched it again nor did I broach the he subject.
VioletcrumbleIntroduce the title of your story: More than just friends?Genre/Category: Love stories: kind of lesbian/novel (in that it will have at least 3 parts)Provide the link:That is the link to just the 1st part.1. What first inspired you to write this particular story?The other Authors here on lush have inspired me to try to write. I hope that it can reflect just a sparkle of talent that some of the other authors on here have, in particular the few who can make it realistic and entrancing even if it is just fantasy. 2. How did you come up with these characters? There are three characters in this story Violet, Crystal and Matt. All three characters are based upon aspects of my life and my experiences.Violet: She is based on me in the story so naturally I came up with her by reflecting on my own personality. However she encompasses the shy, caring, loving happy aspects of my personality. These are all things I feel I lack of late so I guess she’s more how I would describe the younger more immature me.Crystal: She is also characterised by my own self. However I feel she is more characterised by how I am now. That is the hurt, confused, heart broken myself.’Matt: he is based on my ex boyfriend and my experiences on him. I must say though it is a bias view on men and I apologise if it offends anyone sorry.3. How does it differ from some of your other stories?Well this is the 1st and probably only story I shall post on here. Though if I do end up post more I think it will differ in that this story is quite personal. Something I wont do again because I wont lie its difficult to “do” personal so to say.4. What was the most challenging thing about writing this piece?Probably getting it to meet my own standards and get it just how I want it to be. All so the grammar and stuff is all so challenging as I am just a novice writer and have not done much like this before.5. Anything else you want to tell us about it?Well its probably already pretty apparent but this story is quite personal even if the events are not true. All that it is my 1st attempt ever to do something like this and feedback as I develop the story is much appreciated. Oh and finally watch out for the next parts which are soon to come.Cheers Violet.
Fuck, I owe you
This was going to be a good weekend, Violet thought to herself. Her parents were out and she had the house all to herself. Her mom was away visiting an aunt with her younger brother, her dad on some business trip. She liked it like this, no nagging parents or irritating little brother. Why couldn’t they do this more often? Finally, peace at last. Smiling, she headed up the stairs towards...
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As Violet pushed the doors to her home open, she felt her heart drop due to the sight before her. Seven metres in front, Crystal was seated in the pouring rain. Her head was down like a beaten dog. Her phone lay next to her just as exposed to the elements, and although Crystal was staring at the phone her eyes were blank. She was obviously lost somewhere far, far away as the heavy rain...
Added 08 Dec 2013 | Category Love Stories
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