Updated: 02-03-15My name is Liz, I'm twenty years old and an aspiring writer.I am currently at university studying for an English degree. My hope is to one day take my passion for writing to the next level and become a published author.I am in a committed and loving relationship with my gorgeous girlfriend Clare. I like kittens, puppies, lazy kissing, walking in the countryside, and watching the sun set over the ocean. I like chocolate, too.For those of you that can see my photos, don't let the façade fool you. I may look like a good girl but I'm a bad girl deep down. I live out many of my more risqué desires and dirtier fantasies through my stories.(I do not always show as online when I am here, Invisible Lizzy is sometimes about)WRITING:I like to try to incorporate an element of passion into my stories; I suppose I'm a hopeless romantic deep down, but I also think that delving into the emotional side of a sexual encounter promotes my writing to something more than a literary version of a one-night-stand. The interactions I create between my characters I hope gives more depth to their hopes, dreams, desires and motivations. I have fallen in love with some of my characters and I hope you will too.I am quite fortunate in that story ideas come fairly easily to me, the downside though is that there simply aren't enough hours in the day to put in the hard work to get them all finished. I always have a number of part-completed works in the pipeline, so please stay tuned and I'll do my best to get some more published. As for my style of writing, I tend to lean more towards the sensual element. However, life is all about pushing boundaries and if you never test yourself, you'll never know what you are truly capable of.That being the case, I occasionally branch out into several other themes and subject matters which I know will push me creatively.FRIEND REQUESTS:I accept friend requests from men and women, but I'm only into girls. Guys, this means if we become friends, please don't bug me for something you're not going to get. That does not mean 'don't friend request me', or 'don't speak to me', just don't push it. No, means no.Girls, I'd love to hear from you. I enjoy chatting and flirting - I'm quite easy to talk to. Don't be shy, I won't bite... hard.PERSONAL INFO:I will not share personal information with people I haven't gotten to know first. Lush is like my secondary social network, I am not interested in meeting, phone sex, or Skyping. I won't generally accept blank add requests as a rule, but I may take a look at your profile if it interests me. If we haven't talked before please don't keep pestering me with chat requests. Please also understand that I can't talk to everyone all the time so don't be offended if I don't respond straight away.EXTRAS:• I speak French and Spanish. In my opinion French is the most beautiful language, so flowing and sensual. The language of love "J'ai envie de toi désespérément. Fais-moi l'amour."• I play the guitar, both electric and acoustic.• I am a photographer.• As is probably inevitable with someone who spends so much time in front of a computer, I am a geek. I admit it! I got into graphic design a while ago and help out a lot of people with design work now. I also offer my design services freelance.• I love art and architecture. I am particularly taken with several art movements specifically, those being Italian Renaissance, Pre-Raphaelite and Impressionism. A couple of my favourite pieces are 'Cafe Terrace at Night' Vincent van Gogh (1888) and 'San Giorgio Maggiore at Dusk' Claude Monet (1908).I hope you enjoy my stories and would love to hear any feedback you wish to give.Stay safe and stay happy.Liz x
We linger awhile upon the grass Where chequered shadows of clouds doth pass, Shrouding the sun and its warming rays reach Before passing on to let the summer heat preach. How quiet it is, this peaceful scene, As though all were lost and no longer seen. Washed away with the last heavy rain So that you and I are all that remain. A sight more beautiful could not be seen Surrounded...
Added 01 Feb 2015 | Category Love Poems
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Lips to lips, a soul to kiss To rouse you from a peaceful sleep. I look into your quiet eyes And drink you in, but never too deep. For I could lose my steady footing, Precariously balanced, I risk it all. Should I step back to assured safety, Or take a leap and brave the fall? I feel a sense of vertigo As I balance upon the edge, Of whispering the three small words That only...
Added 20 Nov 2014 | Category Love Poems
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“Okay, he’s awake.” Those three words reverberated around the inside of his skull like it had been hollowed out with a blunt instrument, possibly a large serving spoon. He recognised them, he understood their meaning, but was unable to string them together to grasp the context. A dull ache behind his eyes blossomed into a bright white pain as he gradually eased into consciousness. A blurry...
Added 02 Nov 2014 | Category Fantasy & Sci-Fi
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Too long in love with easeful darkness, Replete with sorrow, filled to the seam. Plucked from its depths to bask in light's caress, As if slipping supinely into a dream. Poured forth from my lips my soul as sultry prose, From a heart as heavy as weathered stone. Words softly whispered, cadences a hundredfold, From naught but love, and flesh, and bone. The warming amber of dusk’s...
Added 05 Jul 2014 | Category Love Poems
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No world existed beyond the spill of cold light from the car headlamps. A midnight shroud had settled, smothering the land in a gloom where only dim glimmers and deep dark shadows existed. Storm clouds loomed menacingly in the nighttime sky, threatening a downpour that no living soul would wish to be caught in. The streetlights of civilisation seemed to provide people with a false sense...
Added 09 Jun 2014 | Category Supernatural
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Saturday mornings felt like being wrapped up in a warm, snuggly blanket on an icy cold winter’s night. They are the sanctuary for the weekday weary, and for Sarah it meant she could rouse from her ‘slumber of the dead’ a couple of hours later than usual. It was a lovely feeling, being relaxed and totally at peace with the world. She stretched out her tired, weary limbs under the big soft...
Added 13 Apr 2014 | Category First Time
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The echo of designer heels clicking across polished granite tiles pierced the silence of the building lobby. It was the confident stride of a young woman who to look at her, exuded contemporary class and an urban sophistication. She stepped into the elevator as the doors slid open and with a perfectly manicured finger, pushed the button for the twenty-fourth floor. Everyone in the open...
Added 01 Feb 2014 | Category Seduction
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Plucked from her branch, perfect apple sweet, In the heart of his own paradise. Her centre a havoc of lustful heat. His voice a litany of vice. The act forbidden, her body unsung, As his teeth broke her porcelain skin. The flavour of her lingered upon his tongue. Ravaged innocence their cardinal sin. Dazed euphoria caused her mind to spin, Revelled he in the joys of curious woman....
Added 10 Jan 2014 | Category Love Poems
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James had been propping up the bar all night, somewhat despondent at his lack of luck with the ladies. It wasn’t that he was unattractive, but he began to think that the desperation was evident on his face. “Can girls even see that?” he asked drunkenly with a sweep of his hand. The barman wasn’t listening, not that he could hear James over the loud, booming bass of the club music anyway....
Added 12 Dec 2013 | Category Quickie Sex
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The city burns down around my footsteps Consumed by the fires of inattention Discarded and forgotten Like a gentle whisper upon a breeze Fluttering away like the cold ash of the morning after I pass through this place Walking, hoping Dreaming A lost soul drifting on currents of concrete and glass Rudderless, amid the focused and determined Misplaced in a waking world of...
Added 06 Nov 2013 | Category Love Poems
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