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.
Too big.Big tits - I no longer understand them. They're supposed to be sexy and appealing, but when you have them the get you attention but not from your partner/spouse near as much as you think they should.i guess it's like guys that actually have big dicks.
Hiya. I'm new here and definitely enjoying this site! Check out my first contribution, A Future Hotwife's College Story. Love to read your comments. Ken Lukin. Do people who are sexually active really keep count? . . . lol I'll give you a quadratic equation and you can solve it for the potential variables.
After you mastered masturbation with your fingers, was there something around the house that you added to your masturbation routine. Something you "discovered" which added pleasure by rubbing against your clit or vulva? or did you go from fingers to sex toys? I've never really used my fingers - I never felt that was really all that satisfying. I've always preferred glass bottles (not the size of wine bottles, but decorative, slender or uniquely shaped pieces).
http://driftingthrough.com/2015/11/20/the-thing-all-women-do-that-you-dont-know-about/_____Clip from the articleWe are acutely aware of our vulnerability. Aware that if he wanted to? That guy in the Home Depot parking lot could overpower us and do whatever he wants.Guys, this is what it means to be a woman. We are sexualized before we even understand what that means. We develop into women while our minds are still innocent. We get stares and comments before we can even drive. From adult men. We feel uncomfortable but don’t know what to do, so we go about our lives. We learn at an early age, that to confront every situation that makes us squirm is to possibly put ourselves in danger. We are aware that we are the smaller, physically weaker sex. That boys and men are capable of overpowering us if they choose to. So we minimize and we de-escalate.So, the next time a woman talks about being cat-called and how it makes her uncomfortable, don’t dismiss her. Listen.The next time your wife complains about being called “Sweetheart” at work, don’t shrug in apathy. Listen.The next time you read about or hear a woman call out sexist language, don’t belittle her for doing so. Listen.The next time your girlfriend tells you that the way a guy talked to her made her feel uncomfortable, don’t shrug it off. Listen.Listen because your reality is not the same as hers.Listen because her concerns are valid and not exaggerated or inflated.Listen because the reality is that she or someone she knows personally has at some point been abused, assaulted, or raped. And she knows that it’s always a danger of happening to her.Listen because even a simple comment from a strange man can send ripples of fear through her.Listen because she may be trying to make her experience not be the experience of her daughters.Listen because nothing bad can ever come from listening.Just. Listen._____i ran across this article, when i was looking for some information on how to deal with a similar situation that happened to me just recently. While at work, and then again out in the parking lot later after work from the same guy waiting around for me to come out. i had to get a handle on what i did, how i felt, and get over the oppressive cloud i was under afterwards. Anyhow, i was just wondering - can guys relate to this, how we have to deal with these issues all the time... I don't fully agree with the article. In fact, I read this yesterday and was just going to ignore it and give no response. But now I'm giving a response and it's because this article came to mind earlier today.This morning I was walking through campus (it was about 9:30 am - during class period - so very few students were walking around. I was ALMOST alone). A guy approached me (mind you, I live in the South). "Hey girl..." he jogged up to me. I smiled and said hi. He asked where a building was. I jokingly told him 'all buildings are down the path to the right...'. Anyway, we walked and talked and made a few jokes about the heat and course loads being too heavy. Casual banter.I wasn't afraid.I wasn't concerned.I wasn't questioning anything about the situation - a guy walked and talked with me about college.Meaningless pleasantries. But, this article did come to mind while we walked and talked. Because in that situation some other woman might have been paranoid as fuck... and that made me a little sad to think that a guy just trying to find a campus building would have been looked at like a pariah just because he approach a girl instead of a guy.So my view of the article yesterday still stands: I don't fully agree with her or her concept, here.1) For one, all people - all people (men and women) - must immediately assess situations on a subconscious level and determine the potential dangers and risks. This is how we stay safe in life. Everything from going to an abandoned house because it was on our potential 'buy' list to someone knocking on our car window while we're stopped at a street light.This is a normal, healthy level of self and external awareness. Without it, we'd all die rather quickly.'2)Not all women think the way the woman in the article says all women think. Having been a victim of sexual violence, molestation, etc, doesn't necessarily mean a female assesses interaction with all males in such a way.3)The level of concern this woman has - how she describes her mind set with every male-female interaction and moment of her life - is worrisome. That is in fact unhealthy. You should not fear everyone unnecessarily. Being cautious (like how we're always looking around while we drive) is healthy. Being fearful of other vehicles because 'someone had an accident' or 'I had an accident 5 years ago' is unhealthy.4)If any woman - having been a victim of sexual assault or NOT - feels that extreme in the paranoia / fear department toward EVERY MAN she encounters, she needs therapy.5)I'll repeat #4 because It's so important: IF YOU'RE SO TERRIFIED OF MEN THAT YOU CANNOT INTERACT WITH THEM ON A NORMAL / DAILY BASIS WITHOUT BEING OVERTAKEN BY FEAR AND VISIONS OF THE EXTREME POSSIBILITIES, YOU NEED THERAPY.
Whatever he wants.
Good luck to you, too :)I was thinking of that phrase just the other day (spread thin over bread...) because for the first 2 weeks my brain honestly felt like it has been pureed. I couldn't even see straight.I'm feeling more focused adn mentally alert, now. Just taking some getting used to. But I've done school work every day for the last 3 weeks. I keep trying to give myself a day of but it doesn't seem to be happening. lol
I did this thing to myself called 'going back to college'.I had the opportunity to go back and I debated it (for about 2 years) before committing to it. I realized how stupid I was being for NOT going. Not often that a mum with kids can head back to the old brick and mortar place of tutelage.But holy crap - it's been a while. Now while being an author has taught me an incredible amount of self discipline, focus, and organizational skills... I'm suffering in the writing department itself. My revenue has been cut in half. It was expected, I saw it coming. But having it happen is OUCH regardless.Anyway - this is why my involvement on Lush has been snipped and trimmed down to nothing and why I haven't had time to write, let alone read, anything new.However! I'm nothing if not stubborn. I went back to college to earn a degree in Marketing (with a minor in Writing and Business) and I have big erotica-industry related plans.I shall divide and conquer! Viva la Erotique
Minutes to hours - it all depends on what mood we're both in, how much time we have, etc.
It's only hypocritical if the same person has issues about receiving and also sends them.But others don't speak for me. Vise versa. There's no universal standard.
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.
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:...
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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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