I live to write. I have a wide variety of interests and at some point they'll all surface in my stories.I have removed a large number of stories from Lush in order to set up distribution of such works through publication channels for ebooks. Sorry Answers to Questions I'm often asked:*Yes, my avatar is me *I started writing because I became frustrated with a lack of erotica stories I wanted to read.*I continue to write because I get a thrill out of penning my sexually charged thoughts on paper and sharing them with other. *No, I'm not interested in real life relationships. (No webcam or cellphone)*Nothing puts me off or disgusts me, some things just interest me more than others. I favor hardcore and fetish elements the most when I read.
Do you keep track of your word count? Tally Up?What's your count so far this year?--I'm sitting at over 80K already and it's only mid-February. A few short stories (clocking in around 15K between them), a novella (40K), a novella-to-novel extension (5K), and two parts of an ongoing series (25K between them so far).My mind is officially blown, honestly.
Pain. Punishment. Corporal and otherwise. Don't know why. It's always been a thrill for me. I love spankings and whippings. That alone is enough to get off to. Extreme anal and deepthroat as well. Probably related to the pain aspect.
Poems are taking over Lush. Mind you I think you mods have to shoulder some of the blame for that - you're even accepting haikus now!Look how bad it's getting... Total Stories Poems2010 2761 2403 358 (13%)2011 4943 4378 565 (11%)2012 5711 4858 853 (15%) 2013 5501 4422 1079 (20%)2014 8153 5797 2356 (29%)2015 1197 743 454 (38%) *Bear in mind that figures don't include the deleted category You and your tech minded sensibilities make me go prr.
Spread the love - I'm pleased and maybe not too surprised as to how popular his performance has become in the last week.
The wife and I have been married for 18 years. Are sex life is great. I'm always trying to spice things up in the bed room. So I asked her if she had any fantasize and she said that she doesn't. So my question is do women really fantasize about sex and is it possible that my wife doesn't have any sexual fantasy The deepest, darkest fantasies I fix my mind on to get off are things I'll never do in real life EVEN if given the opportunity.Usually sex fantasies I entertain that I would want to try in real life rank low for "how often does this come to mind when you get off".Would I tell my husband what my top kink fantasies are? He'll no. Hell imagine I'd want to do them with him which I won't. I know for a fact that some things would negatively and permanently alter how he sees me. They're that fucked up. So that's where a lot of people seem to be when. It comes to fantasies. Maybe she's the same way.
I love playful spanking - but I favor punitive spanking . . . which my husband refuses to do.
My father's a minister. When I was a kid a music group/family came to our church and sang a song that went 'angels are honest, that's why they can fly . . . '. The other day I found myself singing that song though I hadn't heard it in more than 30 years.And aside that - "Take me to Church" by Hozier.
Ever gone into something with no idea its going to end with some sex? Yep - I had no idea the day that my walked into the store I was working at, looking for steel wool, that we'd end up together - let alone having sex only weeks later.The best sex . . . another shock. He's like worthy of the term 'sex god'.
This is so incredible it needs it's own thread. Just - stunning. https://www.youtube.com/embed/c-tW0CkvdDI My plan for the day was to do all sorts of non-sex / non-erotica / not-kinky stuff . . . but thanks to this video landing in my lap I'm afraid that plan is now defunct.I'm going to church, instead.
Anxious jitters popped and sizzled inside me as I stood at my bedroom window—the only one with a decent view of our street—and waited for a candy apple Miata to pull around the corner. I would do it this time. I would . I told myself that countless times before but this time I was sure of it. It was November, after all, and time was running out. This time I had a plan. Better yet, I...
Added 09 Nov 2014 | Category Taboo
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Eight months. Seven days. Sixteen hours. It’s been so long since my wife last told me she loved me and then kissed me goodbye. How was I to know that one kiss would be the last kiss, the last caress? How many times would I think of her and seek her memory out in this way? “More coffee?” The waitress comes to stand in front of me, carafe in her hand. I consider that she...
Added 07 Jun 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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The hillside was torched by a lick of flame. Angry fire burned wildly, devouring. Timbers cracked, the trees split, all was consumed. Heaven sent the rain, quenched the devil’s hand. Then the rain faded, leaving a man behind. He was cold, I gave him shelter. He was hungry, I gave him food. He was broken, I cured his wounds. Eyes dark, rich, and golden – like aged brass coins. Scattered...
Added 27 Jun 2013 | Category Love Poems
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I feel the air surge with his energy as Dillon runs toward me. He always loved running, to feel the wind in his hair and the earth give under his toes. It's different now, though. We can't feel the wind or the earth underfoot, only energy. Energy, that is all there is between the two of us, and everything else. "What now?" I ask as he flits over the ground with his legs and arms pumping. ...
Added 11 Jun 2013 | Category Supernatural
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The front wheels of the truck hit another rugged outcropping in the shallow water. A mist of liquid mud coats the windshield. As my teeth knock together, I sneer and fight the clenching of my stomach muscles. I will not throw up, I will not throw up, I chant to myself. My knuckles are white with the grip I have on my seat belt. “Sorry about that!” Mitchell yells at me. His thick,...
Added 09 Jun 2013 | Category Straight Sex
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My face is surrounded by a flurry of frosty bubbles when I’m pulled back under. A moment after I slam into a tree branch. I curl my body around it and I cling to it like I’m a damned marsupial. I’m filled with nothing but relief when I realize it’s not a branch, it’s Mitchell’s arm. Mitch yanks me from the water and pulls me onto the shore. My head throbs and spins, my stomach twists. I...
Added 08 Jun 2013 | Category Straight Sex
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As the rhythm strikes, I sway to the beat For the man in black, As our glazed eyes meet. With a suit well pressed, He’s under my skin. As I twirl and grind, I’m dancing for him. A soloist tryst, Now a pas de deux. My face wears a mask, Which he can see through. My hands are fevered, Stoked by fire within. Fingertips, his touch, Alight on my skin. Graceful dips and twirls ...
Added 05 Jun 2013 | Category Love Poems
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I make my way to the Carnack Building with two minutes to spare. With ten minutes between classes I cannot fathom how this is going to work. First days are always stressful, and when I finally find room 294 I’m sweating and breathless. I barge in, hair a mangled mess, clothes disheveled, and the entire class looks at me. Why can’t the door be in the back of the room, I think to myself as I...
Added 22 May 2013 | Category Quickie Sex
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Something draws me to the photograph of him, It’s so wrong for me to look, But I do, Over and over again. There is something in the way he is poised, Casual, against the cushions of the sofa. Black jeans, White shirt. It’s the jacket, though, And the buckle on his belt, - Undone. The thrust of his hips, The way his arm reaches overhead, These are where my eye wanders, Over and...
Added 18 Apr 2013 | Category Love Poems
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A Priest struggling with the demands of celibacy confesses his sins in this literary erotica piece.
"I was her soul’s keeper, a leader of the church. A man of virtue and honor, not lust and sin. A man of the cloth with a dark secret within . . . But yet, each Sunday she walked through...
Stripped of her nobility and taken as a war prize, Viette is determined to take control of her life at all costs even if it means dominating a King to do so. As a servant, however, she's in no such position . . . or is she?
King Leonin of Whitmore has his sights set on Viette for things beyond...
The Man of the House has been up to no good. He's fixated on his little brat. Born with the gift of clairvoyance, Emily uncovers his seedy secret and is certain her plan to blackmail The Man of the House will work. But George isn't swayed by Emily's ploy. In fact, he has his own agenda to see...
Trapped in a closet and hunted for thrills - safety mere feet away and yet so far out of reach - some kinky games are not for the weak of heart. Finders Keepers, Losers Weeper. Dare to...
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