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Three part question:What gets you wet?How wet do you get?Can you feel yourself getting wet? 1) Certain well-written literary porn; the idea that some of the literary porn that I write makes other people wet (or hard, whatever); and, to paraphrase H., a certain MAN.2) Varies according to circumstance.3) Yes.
How have I not noticed that my own story is in the divine Ms. B's sig line? Pretty sure I don't deserve that honour, but thank you from the bottom of my...well, you did say that your boobs are bigger than your heart, and from a purely physiological standpoint, that's very true for me as well. So thank you from both the bottom of my heart and the warm embrace of my boobs. I love you! Below is a GIF pretty much summing up how I feel right now...or maybe what it is that I feel like doing? https://upload.lushstories.com/678203929-tumblr_mns4qkbKAR1rbrhnko1_500.gif
*peeks head in the door*I've never been in here before. Is there alcohol? One of my daft NY resolutions was to give up alcohol this year, but I can have a virtual drink, right?:) There's alcohol, in the BYOB sense of the term. *patting bar stool next to me* May as well line up the plurality of Jennifers... BTW, we will be open tomorrow. However, patrons are asked to wear mourning black in recognition of the day's 'big' event. (sigh) Ah, I've been working enough to block Friday's oncoming events in the U.S. almost completely out of my mind. Will probably need a few stiff drinks IRL after coming home from work tomorrow to face whatever the newly inaugurated President has posted on Twitter and/or what EO's issued by his predecessor(s) he has already eradicated.
Name one time someone meant something to you. SereneProdigy, although I do not presume to know him aside from what he has posted previously in other threads, is IMHO quite astute in his assessment of your situation. I am sure that he has had someone--a "real" someone, someone offline, not an online "friend"--mean something to him, to paraphrase your statement. To dismiss his opinion and advice, which you actively solicited, out of hand because he is male and/or because it is does not match whatever opinion/advice it is you were hoping to receive, is rather foolish in and of itself.As to your situation, "Lexi" and your relationship with/to her may well have seemed real to you, but from what I've read, your relationship with her was solely through Lush; you never spoke on the phone with her, never spent physical time with her, never did any of the things that would, in the definition of most, fall under the umbrella of "dating" each other. I can count on one hand the number of people on Lush with whom I have forged true relationships with--all platonic--and in each case, at the very least, we talk (as in, by phone) or text or whatever on a regular, frequent basis outside of Lush. It is an unfortunate truth, but you "met" someone here, you idealized her, and you ascribed feelings to her that she clearly did not feel and clearly did not reciprocate. SP's advice to "move...on" is sage, and you would do well to heed that advice. LOL."My friend appears to be in distress...I'd better exalt myself." LOL. Having received an FR myself from the referenced member, his standards for choosing a "friend" seem to be fairly lax: if you are female and of fair complexion, you automatically qualify for a friend request. Bonus points and really long private messages are "awarded" for having written something he found to be arousing.
I like adverbs but you have to be careful not to overuse them. I think if you strip too many out you run the risk of making your story sterile, like a triple distilled shot of literature. The flipside is cramming the piece with so many that it ends up fat and fluffy. Yah, adverbs and adjectives are a careful balance. My pieces generally start out somewhere around a total word count of around 3,500; I let them sit for a while in my Google Drive, then mercilessly weed whack out everything that isn't absolutely necessary to the piece. Aspire to write like J.R.R. Tolkien, aspire to weed whack like Hemingway, is what an English Lit professor of mine told me years ago in university. This is probably why many, if not most, of my pieces end up in the Flash Erotica category (less than or equal to 1,000 words) or come (no pun intended) very close to landing in that category, at somewhere around the 1,500 word mark. Side note: A huge personal pet peeve of mine is the overuse of commas. There's the "regular" comma, the Oxford comma, and aside from those, they shouldn't be in a piece. I've read many otherwise good or great pieces on this site wherein the author confuses a pause in thought with a need for a comma. If in doubt, lose the comma. Semicolons are your friend, not so much commas. Just my thoughts on the subject.
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fucking feminists, always complaining when random guys decide to grab their pussies. makes me sick. for the record, guy ever did that to me, i'd smile politely (as i'm putting my knee into his balls). and yes, i'm a fucking feminist. I must be a fucking feminist, too...although I rather doubt that any idiot dumb enough to grab my pussy would be so lucky as to escape with just a set of bruised balls...
I'll take a Hannah please. I threw a slight tantrum and deactivated my account here for a few days because of behavior of another. I did come to my senses and realize that is their problem not mine. I have enough problems without caring about something that does not matter in the bigger picture. I think I need to write a new story. I'm still trying to figure out how to include those cocktail umbrellas. <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/embarassed.gif" alt="Embarassed"> I just have too many unfinished ones hanging around my computer. Maybe a Hannah will motivate me to take one out of the mothballs and figure out an ending.In the meantime I am feeling generous so drinks are on me.I type so slowly I missed the aforementioned free drink offer. No sex on the beach but please put my Hannah on MPL's tab.Thank you! Gil, I accidentally deleted your PM to me...and I've been working for ten and half days straight (wasn't supposed to work today, but a pregnant colleague called in, there were no qualified float nurses available, so I ended up working). I'm sorry. It wasn't me intentionally ignoring your PM, and feel free to send it again, as you know I'm always one to listen. Bill, believe me, I know the formula. I just can't for the life of me write even an "about as good as good as can be expected" ending. Doesn't matter whether I'm writing happy in my personal/relationship life (as I am now) or whether I'm writing whilst in the throes of absolute misery in my personal/relationship life, the story always ends up at least a bit dark somewhere. I'm working on a true erotic love story piece right now (tentatively titled "Of Love And Other Losses"), but I have no idea how it's going to work out, going against the grain of the familiar. Also, a "Sex on the Beach" with whatever you think would be an appropriate chaser (two shots of vodka?), please. No, maybe just send down two of the "Sex on the Beach". Then please take whatever is currently on MPL's tab and put it on mine, please. She's a love to offer, but I pay for my own drinks IRL and like to pay for others' drinks as well. Thank you, dear.
Presuming that by "taken it" you mean "sexually"...no to both options. Terribly sorry to disappoint.
“I have something for you.” She looked up at him carefully, green eyes widening, pale hands unconsciously reaching back to tuck her long, dark brown hair up so that it fell at the nape of her neck. Surprises were something that she was accustomed to giving; surprises were not something that she was accustomed to receiving. “Really?” Her voice was soft, suffused with a hint of...
Added 29 Dec 2016 | Category Straight Sex
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“Settle down, love, we’re going to be fine.” Her pink glossed lips grazed his ears as she spoke these words, brushing the soft skin enough to comfort but not to further arouse. Her right hand was placed carefully, lightly but knowing, on his trembling body, that beautiful muscular body already tensed and ready for what he knew was to come. Telling rivulets of fragrant sweat ran unchecked...
Added 22 Aug 2016 | Category Flash Erotica
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This was not what she intended at all when she walked into the Yale Street pub. She’d meant to have a soothing after work shot or two of Drambuie, call it good, and head home. Not this. Certainly not this. Yet here she was, bent over for all to see, in the half-lit darkness of the alley behind the bar--she wasn’t even sure it was the same one that she’d walked into. Forehead and hands...
Added 23 Sep 2015 | Category Flash Erotica
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She stripped out of her scrubs in the hospital locker room, tossed them into the soiled laundry bin, and stepped into one of the twenty identical shower stalls, pulling the plastic curtain shut behind her. The hot, just shy of scalding water hit her surprised skin and began washing away the disinfectant smell of work, to replace it with the rose scent of her perfumed body wash. She loved...
Added 04 Jul 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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I know now, what I did not know then. I know now that your scars run too deep to be kissed away, that my love and devotion would be nothing in the face of your pain. I know now that no amount of my attention, my need, my willingness to give up my everything to you, would do anything to keep you with me, to keep you as my partner and my lover. Perhaps it is better that I did not know...
Added 02 Jun 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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She was sitting in one of the two deep, mahogany coloured leather chairs positioned by the fire in the Hunt Club, a long white cigarette dangling carelessly from her slim, manicured fingers, when I first saw her. When I first fell in lust with her, rather. Her red slingback stiletto heels dangled from her stockinged feet, and her red silk sheath dress had slipped up just enough to reveal a...
Added 20 May 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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Irrumatio. A single word, a throwaway, something learned and promptly forgotten. To me, though, it is an entire world of pleasure encapsulated in nine letters. It is the tingling of my freshly fucked sopping swollen sex, it is the heavy breathing and dilated pupils of your orgasm and the delicious smell of semen and want thickening the room air, making (it seems to me) even the ceiling...
Added 09 Apr 2014 | Category Flash Erotica
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It was hot, unusually so for the temperate marine climate of Seattle, and so she was as naked as could be without being fully so--stripped down to her pink and black lace bra and matching tanga cut pink and black lace panties. Still, at ten o’clock at night, with the house a balmy 75 F, that wasn’t enough. She needed to go outside, needed to feel the cooling night air against her skin, needed...
Added 04 Aug 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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How did she come to be as she was currently? It had been an eminently ordinary first date, arranged by mutual friends, marked with the usual pleasantries and peppered with the occasional curious question about each other’s work and life in general. They’d shared a single bottle of 1997 Chateau Ste. Michelle gewurtztraminer, not enough to make her drunk, nor even slightly tipsy. Really,...
Added 26 Jan 2015 | Category Straight Sex
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She walked into the corporate clean Starbuck’s, the chairs all neatly swept of crumbs, the faux mahogany inlay tables sparkling, as if they had never had a cup of coffee rested upon them. The store was crowded, relentlessly polite baristas working furiously to satisfy the needs of caffeine-deprived customers, and she fell into queue behind the last of these customers. She was dressed for...
Added 15 May 2014 | Category Oral Sex
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