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.
Not to me. He'll have plenty. Odds are, I was a first a few times and didn't know it. Guys don't parade it like some girls do.
I like hanging out in the chatroom - I just don't have time to do it, much.Though I do get worn tired of being shark bait - I tend to step away when I get too many hit-ups for a private chat.Also, the way Lush chat works isn't 'chat' where everyone feels there's a conversation to have - it's more like communal Twittering with the directness toward individuals. Multiple convos happen at the same time. When there's a room set up for handle-free chat I usually jump in.
Where do you live? Culture means a lot when it comes to social interactions.I used to be what I considered routinely polite and courteous - and one of my managers told me to 'tone it down'.
You know - no big deal to me, at all. . . seriously. I get myself off.I always have. I always will. I have never looked to my husband as being some "keeper and sole deliverer of my orgasms."But now that my husband knows that I DO he's always picking fights (for other reasons) and this is the one thing he brings up every time. He thinks its embarrassing or hurts my feelings, I guess. It's just annoying that he thinks it's going to cleave us apart. You know - I've never heard of a marriage ending over masturbation but this might be one that does.Tough Shit, Asshole.When we married he TOLD ME that he told his therapist about my high sex drive - he was proud that he finally found a woman who loved sex as much as I do. Well guess what? It's 12 years later and I love sex just as much . . . and apparently he doesn't like what that TRULY means. Now, because he's older and on meds and can't have sex as often, he wants my sex drive to whiter away. Fuck that. Whatever - I've got it. I'm not MISSING out on anything because we have less sex! Why is that a BAD thing to him?--I'm not really asking for advice - just venting to a room full of people who might understand what I'm going through on this type of thing.
Apparently for my husband it's guilt that he's not performing adequately.- nevermind me. I'm just bitter.
I find suit and tie guys attractive if it's all part of their sex appeal awareness - in porn and erotica.I don't really have that same response to them in real life because usually they're working stiffs and not the fun kind. My husband's an Average Joe.
Just chiming in to point out that they tell women who get off to ideas of lesbians sex that they're normal. It's no big deal. It's natural. Etc.
So Hera. What are you worried about?You have your values (your right) and your priorities (your right). So who cares beyond that? Stop stressing out. You don't owe a random stranger anything.
Actually - I don't understand what the trouble is.Well - maybe I see an issue that you're not focusing on.You seem to be concluding that him having sex with a man - regardless of the scenario or what that even means to him (some people don't insert penis into the anus for gay sex) - is a concern . . . but what about him having sex with other women? Why does that not at all concern you?Further, the guidelines discourage any form of casual sex . Do you genuinely intend on having no casual sex outside of a longer-term relationship - ever - for the rest of your life in order to donate blood? Because according to their guidelines it seems that only long-term relationships don't get YOU put in the 'high-risk' box.So the matter really is this: Casual Sex - regardless of your partner's sexual activity and frequency (because that doesn't matter when you break it down, risk is based on YOUR sexual activity - not theres) - or Blood Donation.Are you going to abstain from casual sex until the day you marry? Do you abstain from it NOW just to donate blood?--This isn't his issue or concern - its yours. If you didn't know of this guideline then how can he be held responsible? Afterall, no offense meant, but you were willing to hook up with a guy you met online and only aren't doing so because he's had 'gay sex'.Only you are responsible for you.
I've been in an emotional funk all day over this. Seriously tragic.
Chapter 1 The words on the screen began to bleed together, my eyes burned. Editing is my life but, damn, if it isn't one serious struggle sometimes. One saving grace for this particular science fiction end-of-the-world saga was that I rather enjoyed re-reading the sex scenes. I’m not an erotica editor, but the scenes crafted by this author's masterful fingers made my job a slight...
Added 24 Mar 2015 | Category Group Sex
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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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Dark purple satin ribbons contrasted on pale skin. Artwork. Living, breathing artwork. Hair flowing and tumbling in waves down her arched back. Hands tethered at the wrists with that striking purple against cream. The curve of her spine flows smoothly as if drawn with a single brushstroke from the shape of her shoulders to the round of her backside and the inviting cleft in between. Sarah,...
Added 14 Oct 2014 | Category Flash Erotica
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I was fixated on her in ways most unbecoming. I desired her in ways I should not have desired. She was not mine for the taking, but I coveted her all the same. Her soft smile was a lustful invitation on her lips. Dimpled cheeks, curled red hair. Her body, slight and soft in contrast to mine. With shy coyness she taunted me. With each movement she beckoned me. With each sweet, innocent...
Added 23 Jun 2014 | Category First Time
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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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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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