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Being forced to fuck a loaded gun. Huh. You could come close to fulfilling this fantasy if you had a partner whom you trusted and were confident enough in yourself to visually and manually clear the chamber before a seating a similarly cleared magazine. I'd rack the slide a couple of times on general principle, even then. I guess if you really needed to have a loaded gun in order to fulfill the fantasy, the safest option would be to use a DAO (no external safety) pistol with a seated magazine but no round in the chamber. Have to advise against both options, though.Not a fantasy of mine, but you have no idea how many men are out there who see a woman with a gun and have or at least entertain this fantasy. Yes, it's totally a thing. As to the "best" of my fantasies...well. Several are cloaked in fiction right here on Lush.
To Kill A Mockingbird Twelve Angry Men (yah, yah, it wasn't based on a book--it was adapted from a play. Still good.) One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest Midnight In The Garden Of Good And Evil Charlie And The Chocolate Factory (both the Gene Wilder and Johnny Depp versions) James And The Giant Peach The English Patient ...and of course, all of the Harry Potter movies.
Mine appeared and then disappeared, as well. I think it's something to do with the manual sorting through the comps and whatnot. It's still a lovely idea even if I've not earned one yet.
https://upload.lushstories.com/729922908-IMG_0929.JPG the beat goes on "Conservatives", or rather, those who would silence opposition in the name of false patriotism, would do well to remember that many of those whom you slur as "molotov-cocktail" throwing "liberals" are themselves law-abiding citizens--armed and ready law-abiding citizens. That you are so insecure as to toss out such canards as the picture you posted is telling. At the end of the day, we have at best a pawn and at worst an actual traitor sitting behind the Resolute desk. He's keen to quash the First and Fourth Amendments, to be sure, how long until he comes after the Second? I don't care what end of the political spectrum you come from (FTR, I am a very conservative-leaning Democrat), that a President should presume to ignore the Constitution and flout the Bill of Rights should be something worrisome.
I'm sorry, are you trying to ask what would happen to any given member who submitted a piece based on someone elses' personal experience(s), without the permission of that someone else?If that's the question, the answer most likely is, probably a lot of nothing. It'd be very difficult for a person to prove that he or she (or his or her experience) was the same person(s) portrayed in a work of fiction, even if actual names were used. I'm not even sure how one would go about arguing such a thing. That said, if you're planning to write a piece based on someone else's experience(s), and they have conveyed to you that they do not wish to have their personal experience(s) used as the basis for that piece, then you're a pretty shitty person if you go ahead and do it anyway.
Congratulations, Jeff. The award is well-deserved. Scowling unhappily at my poem. Now it's at the "finished" point, meaning either I a) become really frustrated, say "fuck it" and trash it entirely or b) become really frustrated, say "fuck it" and submit it. These mods vetting these poems deserve some kind of special praise.
Coffee. A few bites of reheated red potatoes, and more coffee.
Nope. Probably should be, but I'm not.
Hayley, I can't read your posts because I have you blocked.I removed what I posted because one, I had the year incorrect as to when the State of Florida took care of the man who was suspected of abducting and sexually assaulting my four year old self, and two, I was at first going to modify the post to reflect the correct year but thought, no, it's not really salient to my original point, and I shouldn't have shared what I shared.Why did I have the year incorrect? Mostly because my own memories of the actual incident are extraordinarily fractured, and because I tried very hard for a very long time to not know what, exactly, had happened to me. Hell, my parents, psychologists, teachers, literally everyone in my life at the time the incident occurred believed that I would have no memory of the incident--yes, the belief the victims of sexual abuse or assault who were very young at the time of the abuse or assault could not process and therefore could not remember what had happened to them was very much a thing until about twenty years ago. Point being, I had to go actually look it up.Since I wasn't supposed to remember it, it wasn't supposed to affect my life. Which it hasn't, aside from a few minor things. It doesn't define who I am. At any rate, it wasn't until I was well into adulthood that I began to research newspaper archives and to request information from law enforcement agencies. I didn't learn of his name, or his death, until well after his passing. What I find extraordinary about you, Hayley, is that you seem to have taken delight in seizing on that one error. I don't know why, and I don't care, but to dismiss an otherwise factual post out of hand because you'd like the spotlight shining more brightly on yourself and your far more dramatic (and detailed!) unfortunate experience seems a little off.I am done here.
Last orgasm? No clue...maybe sometime in the last six weeks? .
“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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