About Adagio

Biography

"I ONCE MET A PERSON WHO KNEW IT ALL, AND NOTHING MORE."

I am my own person and don't subscribe to Silliness Inc. I write for the enjoyment and to express in my own way. I haven't the time or interest in bantering about drama and fantasies.

I own a small bookshop and there I spend my time, when not gathering wool for other adventures.

Please, do not tack porn to my walls.

Name:
Adagio
Sex:
Male 
Sign:
Capricorn
Relationship Status:
Single
Local Time:
24 Feb 2017 17:47
Interests:
Books and trying to understand what makes people tick. Usually their tick is not tocking right time. A news junkie and scribbler when time allows me.
Favorite Books:
Ones that I have yet to read.
Favorite Authors:
Ones that have character and dream.
Favorite Movies:
The John Adams series
Favourite TV Shows:
CNN and PBS
Favorite Music:
Give me jazz like MJQ and Fourplay or give me blues like Bob Margolin and Stacy Mitchhart. Give me Sinatra, Celine Dion and Mel Torme. Give me Jerry Lee Lewis, Janis Joplin and the Stones. Give me Dwight Yokum, Garth Brooks and George Jones.
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Date Joined:
24 Jan 2013
Last Visit:
24 Feb 2017
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Topic: Do you like to masturbate?
Posted: 23 Feb 2017 13:59

Not really. Its gives me blisters.

Topic: 3 Things About Yourself
Posted: 22 Feb 2017 10:14

I dislike obnoxious people.
I detest liars.
I'm my own person.

Topic: Awesome Member Award. New. Please Read.
Posted: 21 Feb 2017 14:35

What makes one and awesome member?

Topic: Collaborators... share who you've written with or want to write with...
Posted: 20 Feb 2017 09:19

I have written with several and its my favorite way of expressing. I think there are some, that are thrown off by my style, but I can adapt. I'm always open to collaboration. when asked.

Topic: Morning Routine
Posted: 19 Feb 2017 09:12

up by 7
put on the coffee
let the dog out
turn on the news, shower and shave
have a small breakfast
light a cigarette
go to my bookshop and drink more coffee






Topic: Why do you come to Lush...?
Posted: 18 Feb 2017 10:05

To write and not BS.

Topic: Who is YOUR favorite author on Lush?
Posted: 18 Feb 2017 09:13

I have about half a bushel of those I find to my taste. However, I don't wish to hex them with my gibberish. I tend to support those who do the same. There are many fine writers on Lush.

Topic: using an actual photo of yourself as your avatar
Posted: 15 Feb 2017 08:44

The photo is me. I'm not a fireplug or dragon.

Topic: Who is YOUR favorite author on Lush?
Posted: 15 Feb 2017 08:30

My favorites are ones that stand beside me and I don't have to patronize them. There are many good writers that don't get credit deserved. I think we can all agree on that.

Topic: Which improvements or features would you like to see added?
Posted: 14 Feb 2017 08:10

A bushel basket badge, to put all their badges in. Would be cute.

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Stories Published By Adagio All Stories »

Dark Of Stain

I felt the dark of the stain As dusk shadowed my mind Alone in inner chambers And I in my cups of dry gin As a festoon of webs Stuck like a brooch to my thoughts As words bellowed a Gothic book And I snickered with grin Feeling the shame A long gone stanza in my crook Of drooling damsels yearning Desiring a poet's itch As the spice of sage And midnight vespers Of her nearly parted thighs...

Added 09 Feb 2017 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 608 | 11 Comments

Red Socks

I felt the winter's chill As frost lay silently on my window pane In condensation with my conversation I spoke to your shadow as you refrained  But as the tallow spent And the humidor of the hearth warmed Your breath raised the hackles of my lust About the nether parts of my mortality As moans sighed from the campanile And your thighs gave rise I gathered from the embers Moments to...

Added 08 Feb 2017 | Category Love Poems | Votes 16 | Avg Score 5 | Views 622 | 16 Comments

June Bugs Buzzed

When my rheumatism flared up And aches and pains dragged me down I wrote poetry and sipped dandelion tea While Betsy made a poultice With potions of love   As June bugs buzzed And in the old-time glider I sat down beside her    As the broken swing swayed Thinking 'bout the yesterdays In the summer haze As June bugs buzzed Now my rheumatism has passed And my tobacco didn't last Betsy laid...

Added 07 Feb 2017 | Category Love Poems | Votes 14 | Avg Score 5 | Views 595 | 12 Comments

I Vont Yu Blahod

Once upon a time, when God painted the world, and it was still wet. You didn't have to stand in line or pay taxes. There were no Homo sapiens or cars, menopause or strips bars. It was all BC... before chickens. Then along came a wooly-bully and the earth was hatched. We don't know if I came before the Tyrannosaurus Rex or the egg. Probably somewhere in between. Being as I was "early...

Added 04 Aug 2016 | Category Humor | Votes 25 | Avg Score 5 | Views 5,857 | 22 Comments

Body And Soul

  Tracing curvatures with my lips As softness unwinds with a scent  Like a lusting carousel spinning On a spool of erotic thread  And as my eyes idolize Down to the triangle of your nest Tracing curvatures with my lips As the new dawn spawns  On a harboring knoll And when the salty sea shrouds My cock will crow a lurching howl As the spirit of the flesh entwine Like a shadow on a bed...

Added 06 Feb 2017 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 15 | Avg Score 5 | Views 656 | 14 Comments

Arcane

Mindful of the inclement weather, I had just left the theater. Tonight's offering—a local stage cast with an operatic Othello, by William Shakespeare. Attired in tails and a top hat, with spats on my brogans, I tapped my cane as I cantered along the pavement, carrying myself very well with a sense of who I was. Overhead, storm clouds were brewing with a tympani of thunder. Wind, whistling...

Added 04 Feb 2017 | Category Fetish | Votes 17 | Avg Score 4.76 | Views 2,372 | 22 Comments

Asphalt And Fescue

I didn't even know her name, but she would hustle and fuck suitors on top of a picnic table. She would ride cocks like Annie Oakley. In those days, you would deliver her a pizza and give her a wink. She was well known around Indian Springs trailer park. Ample in the chest, with shapely legs, she wore her Daisy Dukes well. When you stood up to leave and zippered your trousers, your cock...

Added 02 Feb 2017 | Category Humor | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,630 | 12 Comments

A Very Good Happy

I wasn't having a very good happy, as my marriage sank into sunset. The pressures of everyday life and my poor judgment caused a divorce. She ran off with a pinstripe suit and I was left with maxed out credit cards, as the judge signed the decree. Now a year and 250 miles from Atlanta. With new tattoos, saddle back shoes and jeans. I wished to retain a bit of my conservatism by wearing...

Added 07 Nov 2016 | Category Exhibitionism | Votes 14 | Avg Score 5 | Views 4,002 | 15 Comments

A Crimson Snow

Most fears are written in poems and prose. Many dreads holding little of the crimson snow. Oft times seeming aloof, but that is my nature, when a hybrid of two different spores. A little bit eccentric I may be, but a vampire, none the less. Her body and flesh fit me so fine, falling into a sleep as we slept ladled, after a robust entwining. Our lips touched as if a sensual frost and our...

Added 16 Nov 2016 | Category Seduction | Votes 22 | Avg Score 5 | Views 7,301 | 24 Comments

The Cat's Aye

Her warm personality always added a smile to the drab façade of the gray stone club building. Although a superstitious old hag of a crone, she had never missed her daily round at the door selling apples. Until... Money and pleasantries were exchanged, with no reason for platitudes. She pushing her cart, and he a polite distant following her to a niche in the alley behind the club. Raising...

Added 21 Sep 2016 | Category Historical | Votes 16 | Avg Score 4.94 | Views 8,407 | 15 Comments

Stories Coauthored By Adagio

The Dripping of the Tallow

I feel the dripping of the tallow like a sting a fleeting thing burning shallow on my flesh I felt afresh the beating of my pulse like a drum calling each drop falling in a rhythm to convulse my febrile loins my cock enjoined to rise in propinquity to your lips as your hips slowly rose between my thighs in your hand a candle wavers waxen droplets clot burning hot as I melt beneath...

Added 14 Feb 2017 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 25 | Avg Score 4.96 | Views 714 | 22 Comments

The Train And The Tunnel

The train had been coming for years, always passing through the tunnel with loving care. Its steam and smoke adding to the tunnel’s love for it, hugging the walls near. It passed so close to its walls it seemed to be scraping them, and providing them with noise, rubbing and loving the tunnel. The tunnel loved the train. When the train entered the tunnel, its big round light was bright,...

Added 10 Aug 2016 | Category Love Poems | Votes 25 | Avg Score 5 | Views 692 | 27 Comments

The Touch

Your soft and gentle hands I feel on my skin Gasping with your touch I close my eyes In anticipation of your quest Wet luscious lips I feel on my nape Were you kiss me in shadows of dusk Moaning as your fingertips touch Warm breath I feel against my skin Shivering nipples posing erect And your beating heart The feel of your penis pressed against me Ecstasy between my parting thighs In...

Added 24 Sep 2014 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 21 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,510 | 19 Comments

Recommended Read Neve and the Sandman

"In the repertoire of my being, that of a mortal with creative juices...I, The Sandman and sweeper of sensuality make my nightly journey to seek out the one female creature that I might make my own.” Neve read these words to herself, then said aloud, “The sweeper of sensuality huh? Not in my experience.” Neve sat back in her bed. The story was from one of those online sites that specialized...

Added 18 Apr 2014 | Category Supernatural | Votes 19 | Avg Score 5 | Views 3,228 | 18 Comments

Recommended Read Clarissa's Tattoo

Clarissa slipped into the room when he opened the door, almost giddy with anticipation. She had come from sunbathing at the pool, her body oiled and tanned, looking much younger than her forty years. “I almost didn't come,” she said, reaching her hands to him. “I'm glad you did,” he said. He touched his lips to her fingertips, and took her in his arms. She could feel the stiffness of his...

Added 26 Sep 2015 | Category Voyeur | Votes 21 | Avg Score 4.89 | Views 6,404 | 14 Comments

The Last Voyage Of The Henrietta Bone

An age when the world as we knew it was smaller, and there were lands still not discovered.  An age where the sea washed upon distant shores. It was no longer thought of as a square.  It, a majestic ship, constructed from the finest wood in the forest. Designed for transporting goods, or doing naval battle. Built with three masts, each towering a hundred feet, and it with a fuselage of...

Added 13 Jan 2017 | Category Historical | Votes 30 | Avg Score 5 | Views 2,968 | 27 Comments

Rock me my baby

The garnishes of your kiss, Like soft breath touching my lips, Our fevered brow and hips, Sings stories of long ago. Medallions sparkle your eyes, While lust moans and passion sighs. Our thick and quivering thighs, Doing the Funky Chicken as hearts glow. As Father time carries onward ticking, And our lithe tongues caress and licking, Our bodies, all juicy love sticking, In reverent silence...

Added 29 Oct 2015 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 17 | Avg Score 4.94 | Views 1,436 | 17 Comments

Oranges and Plums, Part 2

Aditya's tongue darted in and out as she took a sip of wine and hissed. The guests in awe, that a slave would spit on a Raja. I motioned to my friend the marketer, he knew my signals. Three beautiful slave girls appeared in bridled wear of leather, a black half-faced mask with prickly pointed ears. A tail protruding from their asses as if horses. Aditya would be the fourth as she was fitted...

Added 12 Nov 2015 | Category Straight Sex | Votes 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 2,585 | 8 Comments

Like Memories Whisper

  Winter leaves of December Like memories whisper As they scurry about our once The garden of love now faded   Oh! how we danced The summer of our romance Now wilted petals And falling snow lay   Like memories whisper The coming of spring New petals of green And new dew   My thanks to Adagio Sabadicus for asking me to Co-Author this poem. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do. ...

Added 13 Jan 2015 | Category Love Poems | Votes 24 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,090 | 23 Comments

The Story About George - Chapter Three - Snorkel and Grass

When George got home from the party, he took a nice hot shower. He wore his Loretta Lynn wig, but had a Green Bay Packer football helmet on also. He didn't want to lose the curls. The top of his helmet was growing grass, like a chia pet. Also, it had Bullwinkle antlers. It's not everyday that one sees a person with a snorkel and helmet taking a shower. It was either grass or some good...

Added 23 Mar 2016 | Category Anal | Votes 21 | Avg Score 5 | Views 5,311 | 14 Comments

The Story About George - Chapter One - Hot Pants

George Smart was just your average seventeen year old. He was kind of quirky and a virgin. He was looking to lose his virginity, but hadn't really had any offers. George had a lot to learn and needed somebody patient to show him the ropes. George's parents had asked their good friend Pamela to stay with them for a week. Pamela was their divorced friend. She needed a little time away from...

Added 16 Mar 2016 | Category First Time | Votes 37 | Avg Score 5 | Views 10,103 | 36 Comments

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