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 Or not sorry. My active Erotica pen name is Lilith Lo. I also write as Sirin Love (for Romance Erotica).If you are a Lust Gold member you will have access to my fuller pieces in The Vault.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 others. *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.
I didn't like giving oral until I met my husband - and my feelings for him are what made pleasuring him in any way I could such a turn on. Now I find it to be sexy (in porn, in fiction, in bed) - and I just don't know why it took him to change that part of me.
Especially when you are close to climaxing or when playing with yourself. When I get off I tend to hold my breath - making very little noise. I end up gasping for air if that goes on for too long, but I prefer not to breathe if I can avoid it because it might throw off the amazing vibes I'm getting. And then if I have no choice, I prefer gasping into a pillow or something like his closed fist against my mouth.But just during sex - I'm a fun hearted gasping, grinning, playful fool at times. Othertimes I'm intensely serious and this is when my moaning might get deep. But my orgasms are always the same.
Sometimes it's a whole-body reaction. Like when you have a damn intense craving and you MUST have a drink or a hit or a puff NOW - RIGHT FUCKING NOW BEFORE I DIE! Then that bliss hits you . . . like a mercy from an understanding dealer who knows what you need and has just the right stuff to make you feel good and keep you there. And you don't want that bliss to end - ever - and it might last for only a short while but, damn, in your whole body it just feel like an eternity of fucking heaven. And you'll never wake up from it and that's okay because this is all you know and all there is to feel - ever.Othertimes, you want it - but it's not as intense. It's a desire, an interest, a preferable pursuit. Maybe the more appealing part of everything is being in physical contact - inside and out. It's less rushed, less mindlessness. But still incredibly satisfying. Sometimes being able to be close head to toe with nothing in between is the perfect answer for a question you didn't ask. Like you had a problem all week and now here's the solution - why didn't you think of that sooner? So satisfying! Ahhhh yes!
...my partner claims that I'm more frisky during the day in summer.How do you feel in the different seasons?Please share, thank you. Yes! The moment it gets cold outside I was to drink loads of coffee and strip his sweater off and fuck him like crazy ALL THE TIME. I'm such a cold weather sex addict. I can't wait - school is starting again and chilly nights better follow quick!
Ladies,When you're fucking your partner do you get turned on by the emotional aspect of that person or do you get turned on by the physical attributes.As an example, I have become a very close friend to a 75 year old female. She enjoys my company and we have spent a lot of time together. The sex is very good, it is much better than the sex I've had with younger girls. She's not having sex with anyone else since she feels more emotional towards me.With me personally, I am prepared to have sex even if I don't like the woman's personality. I find the physical looks alone will turn me on.Can you ladies relate to this, or expand on this... I've never been compelled to have sex with anyone just because of how they looked.For casual sex in the past I've found them engaging, entertaining, intriguing or otherwise enjoyable to spend time with. That's more important.Emotional - this is relationship territory. I don't casually sleep with people i have some emotions toward.
My husband - he's a bit bigger in length and girth as one of those 1893 soda cans. Which, btw, is a fabulous soda. Sex was a bit challenging at first but I got used to him, anal sex actually gets me off but I'm not too sure that anal sex with a smaller guy ever could (never did before my husband - not enough filling friction). Deepthroat was a skill that took me years to master - and of course he was more than happy to be a valiant, patient participant in all my learning exercises.Does size matter? For me - absolutely. Only, I didn't realize how much it mattered until I was with him AND until I was fully able to do everything with him that I could do with others in my past.Does it matter to him? In the past, before me, I gather it was a serious negative for his ex wife and ex girlfriends.
I have recently begun reading stories of gay male encounters and am finding it quite erotic. Any other ladies have the same feelings? Absolutely!I'm the type of gal that can find the appeal in just about anything . . . two sexy, hot men (preferably with deep voices, maybe one has a rugged gothic vibe and long hair). I'd die to be their mailman!
I don't wear skirts.Heh - all I can think of is this: https://www.youtube.com/embed/tsQS1b-fNSs
So you're at home with the kids? And he's working all day?Sounds like he's probably exhausted - does he have energy for much else when he comes home? Do the kids interrupt often and leave you two pressed for 'together' time?I'd focus on trying to create intimacy and togetherness, first, without focusing so much on making the sex happen.Good luck!
Every many is different - psychologically and physically. What works well for someone might not work well for someone else (so advice will vary as a result). Some guys don't like hard and fast blowjobs or deepthroat - others do. Some like gagging, others don't.So learn your guy's responses by experimenting with all different ways of using your tongue, lips, throat, hands. Encourage him to tell you what he likes and doesn't like.
Chapter 1 I saw the advertisement in the classified section of the newspaper while I was riding the Metro. The page was folded at a strange angle, crumpled in the man's hand who sat oblivious to my prying eyes. It read: Wanted: adult wet nurse. It brought to mind things I hadn't thought of in years, long forgotten fantasies I used to entertain when I was far more inexperienced in life:...
Added 30 Jan 2016 | Category Fetish
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Chapter 1 When it comes to objects of my affection what I truly lust for—my thing, my fetish I suppose I should say—is glass. Glass. Solid, smooth, textured, ribbed—cold or hot. Glass girl, all the way. Needless to say, when I go shopping for toys, I don’t got to the outrageously priced, hole in the wall adult store in the next town over. I’m a thrifty spender. There’s a twisted...
Added 21 Sep 2015 | Category College Sex
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Anxious to get on the road again, Bambi bounced on the balls of her feet, her lips pursing to blow another bubble. Two, three inches around—and then it suddenly popped, sticking to her chin. Tamela stood there, a finger poised where the pink bubble had been. “Bus is full. Coach says we have to ride with the boys.” Bambi flicked her tongue, swiping the gum back into her mouth. “Sounds...
Added 05 Aug 2015 | Category Fetish
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Chapter 1 I stayed a few steps behind Mom as we trudged into Church. The wind had kicked up since we left the house and my ears had begun to burn, my knees had gone a bit numb quite some time ago. Twice she turned to gripe at me for going too slow but I ignored her—I was looking for Brian. Our parents married when I was only 10. Years later, much to my dismay, they divorced. Since...
Added 23 Jun 2015 | Category Taboo
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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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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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All he had to do was ask her to consent and she would be his . . . and she hated herself for it. Passion, affection—she shouldn’t crave such things. But yet, on her hands and knees, fingers raw from vigorous scrubbing, her body ached to be touched. She was aware of every movement he made, every breath he took, his eyes on her as she worked. “Viette?” Her heart stuttered at the sound of...
Added 11 Apr 2015 | Category Novels
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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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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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In the madness that followed—the guards rushing in and out, the doctor being summoned—Viette slipped away. No one noticed her departure, not even her Keeper. She moved in a strange fog—almost floating as she went—her heart having darkened to a shade of night. On the way to Aust's room she followed the narrow servant passageways that wound through the castle. He’s not dead, she...
Added 15 Jun 2015 | Category Novels
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Breanne lives a dull, single life working as an office clerk. That is until she sees a job listing in the newspaper as a Nature's Bounty Nurse. A phone call and an intimate doctor's appointment later, she's on her way to dedicating herself to a life of adult nursing for a wealthy Japanese...
On the first day of Latin Class Lara finds herself quickly entangled with her professor. A relationship blooms, spirals and spins with secret rendezvous under the cover of little white lies. It's his voice, his good looks, and that commanding presence that draws her in deeper.
What Lara doesn't...
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...
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