About Alexandra_A


I suffered for my art: now it's your turn.

Things you need to know about me:
I'm Alexandra.
I was born in Russia, though left when I was very small.
I'm very girlie; love soft, pink girlie things. And hard, pink manly things.
Hence, I'm not quite a virgin.

I've had lots of stories posted here, received around eighteen Recommended Reads and Editor's picks, but have deleted almost all in order to publish them on Amazon.

An Amazon page containing everything I've published is here:

If you care to pay a visit, you will see I've self-published seven compilations of erotic short stories, an anthology of naughty poetry, and a naughty novella too, plus volumes I to IV of The Inversion Chronicles, a sexy sci-fi adventure. I've recently begun delving into the compilations to publish individually-wrapped erotic shorts for those in need of a more speedy release. The above works total around a half-million carefully chosen and artfully arranged words. I actually remember writing the first one and remember wondering what the hell I was doing. I still do, to be honest. As I said above, many of the included tales have been posted here, and many received Recommended Reads from Lush's discerning moderators.

I live on the same tiny island as The Beatles, Shakespeare, Darwin, Maxwell, Dickens, Newton, Turner, the BBC, IKB, Alan Turing, Stephen Hawking, Churchill, Elgar, The NHS, Tim Berners-Lee, Vaughan Williams, Ray Davies, Eric Clapton, P.G. Wodehouse, James Bond, George Formby, Vivian Stanshall, the Brontes, Douglas Adams, Judy Dench, The Rolling Stones, and a plethora of brilliant, innovative, eccentric, quirky and wonderfully warm-hearted people. There are no killer insects or animals here, and no killer meteorology or seismology. It is never too hot nor too cold and it rains just enough. Every worthwhile sport was codified here; almost every worthwhile invention was invented here. It's not perfect, but wouldn't you agree I'd be a fool to want to live anywhere else?

Right from the off, I ought to say that I'm not really the chatty type. Can't really see the point (that's almost a pun. Almost.) though don't mind if you all talk amongst yourselves.

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23 Jun 2018 04:01
I love writing, cooking, reading, classical music, playing the ukulele, gardening, documentaries, BBC4, the Shipping Forecast, Earl Grey, blue cheese... all the wild interesting stuff that has guys flocking around me. Oh, and er, sucking cock. Yeah, sucking cock... and er licking pussy. And all that other naughty stuff!

Piercings and tattoos are a mystery to me, appear mainly the province of the weak minded, the people with little or no personality who therefore need to amplify it, externalise it, to properly express themselves. Hence, 'Look at me, I've got a faux Celtic tribal tattoo on my arm, which says... er...' I find a rather misguided stance, and, 'Hey, I've got a big hole in my ear that will probably never heal properly, and a random array of infected open sores with shiny pins stuck through them!' simply leaves me cold. I'm sorry, but I don't find any of that stuff interesting. Obviously, there are exceptions to the tattoos/piercings = moron rule, and if you are now feeling somewhat aggrieved, you are probably one of them

The fact I'm finding it hard to think about - let alone write about - sex, should just about kill me off as a prospective 'friend' on a site such as this. I read others' graphic physical descriptions of where they put what and what bodily fluids are thus exuded and I have to turn away whilst considering what primitive, emotionally incontinent creatures we are.

I rarely set out to write erotica; sex is simply a theme I often explore; hence, I only address cocks and cunts indirectly, preferring to engage the reader's mind first. If you are simply a cock or a cunt, you are unlikely to find satisfaction here. Best move along and take your pleasure elsewhere.
Favorite Books:
Sexiest, most action-packed book I ever read was The Old Testament. It's overflowing with masturbation, sodomy, adultery, incest, reluctance, bestiality, murder, revenge, war, and all punctuated by cataclysmic natural disasters. There are no virgins at all. No peace either. That's where The New Testament got it wrong, why it doesn't sell so many.

And I love Grimm's' Fairytales, the original, unadulterated, unpolitically-corrected, unsanitised versions, where wolves get boiled, disembowelled, drowned, and beheaded, and where jealousy, greed, stupidity and naivety are oft punished by death.
Favorite Authors:
Justin Cronin, CJ Cronin, AJ Cronin, Doreen Cronin, Helena Cronin, Ali Cronin.
Favorite Movies:
The producers, The birds, The Matrix... anything with 'The' in it. Oh, and Donnie Darko (or Donny the Darko as it's known in our house).
Favourite TV Shows:
Almost anything on BBC4 and anything even vaguely sci-fi.
Favorite Music:
Stuff like:
Dear sir or madam,
Will you read my book? It took me years to write; will you take a look?

Jazz (all of it), classical (most of it), 60's rock and pop, and the flip-side of Queen's second album (from Ogre Battle to Seven Seas Of Rhye). And the brilliant and very sadly-missed Bert Jansch.

Gustav Holst once said, "Never compose anything unless the not composing of it becomes a positive nuisance to you".

I believe the same could be said for writing. If you didn't have anything to say, you wouldn't speak, would you? Don't worry about writer's block and all that nonsense: when you have something to say, you'll have something to say.


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Topic: Oh, soldier, soldier - a poem thrice scorned
Posted: 10 Oct 2014 14:57

Rejection sucks. I wrote a poem, and I let the structure be dictated by the emotions that I hoped would be revealed by it. It was rejected because it did not fit someone else's definition of Proper Poetry.

Sometimes, it's better to to let the writing of the work be a personal process, and a personal release. When I read your poem, I was saddened by the tragedy as it unfolded, but I did not feel the tremendous loss that you had to have felt in losing a friend. I sincerely hope that writing and sharing this piece is helping you to cope with those feelings.

I also trust that you understand that having some heartless cynic reject your poem does not make your feelings less valid. In this case, I think it reaffirms that warm-hearted and kind people should stick together.

Write on, and keep the pointy side of the pencil on the paper!

I couldn't agree more. Well put! And great advice to boot xxx

Topic: Oh, soldier, soldier - a poem thrice scorned
Posted: 07 Oct 2014 11:16

I'm surprised it wasn't accepted too - did you piss someone off or something?

I agree with OMKN - and I think it's way better than a lot of the stuff I've read...

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Thanks, Maz, for the very informative video and for your kind words. My poem is - and this also applies to the original - social comment, but is also linked to the tragic demise of a real and very insecure young woman with whom I was acquainted.

I pissed no one off: some people are simply pissed off when you encounter them. As Aldous Huxley's wife - I forget her name (that's more social comment before you all start writing in) - wrote: 'You are not the target'. As much as I live by any adage (and I don't) I live by that one.

Topic: Oh, soldier, soldier - a poem thrice scorned
Posted: 07 Oct 2014 09:46

Maybe they weren't aware of the original version

It's not really a poem though. Just a collection lines vaguely smacked around an old musical hall number.

What is it? Well it looks to me like one of those drunken ramblings you hear at an open mic night. Maybe that's what you were going for.

That said i'm surprised it wasn't accepted. 95% of the poems on here are utter tosh.

Brilliant. Thank you. I feel truly as though I've been over your knee. Carousing criticism is better than rejection any day! X

Topic: Oh, soldier, soldier - a poem thrice scorned
Posted: 07 Oct 2014 07:34


This is my first time here, so please be gentle.

Or is it my second?



I had a poem rejected. Believe it or not, I'm not used to rejection. It hurts, doesn't it? Fucking really hurts. Feels personal. I spend hours, days, weeks, producing something for you, crafting it, shaping it, fretting over every word, every letter, every comma, and then you turn your back on me. Say it's not right. It doesn't fit. Where's the meter? The rigid metrical structure? Parts of it don't even rhyme! What's that prose in aid of? And, a love poem? Where's the love in it? And then you talk about 'poetic justice', hand me a definition of 'poetry', a link to a 'How to write poetry' page, and 'respectfully' slam the door in my face. Ouch. And it seems that a majority of the mods agree with you. The over-riding aim is perhaps not to covey something thought-provoking about the human condition, it is to tick boxes and fit neatly into a well-delineated though oft-meaningless category.

(At this point, I really ought to add that there was no malice intended, that the rejector was rejecting for what they perceived to be all the right reasons while obeying the rules of Lush. And moderators do a daunting, thankless task, bombarded daily by reams of well-meaning but oft unprintable fare. Mine among it.)

So now I know. But I'm not bitter. It's only a few words and I have millions more of those naughty little fuckers up my sleeve.


Anyway. More seriously. To the point. Rather than leave it in the black hole of my iPad, I decided, at a friend's behest, to pitch it into the whirlpool of 'Poet's corner'. Hopefully, despite its supposed 'Am I a poem?/am I prose?' identity crisis, you will pat its little head and say welcome home. Thank you :) xxx

(Oh, and if anyone wants a short essay on what it all means, from choice of vocabulary through the implications of its rhythm, rhyme, punctuation and structure, I wrote one, yet it fell on deaf eyes. What else would I expect? :))

Oh, soldier, soldier

Oh, soldier, soldier, won't you marry me, with your muscles tight as drums?
Oh, no, sweet maid, I cannot marry you, because your hair should be more fair.
So off she went to the apothecary
And bought some bleach that - nice 'n' easily -
Turned to straw her hair that once curled so beautifully
And it made the soldier cum.
Oh, soldier, soldier, won't you marry me, with your muscles tight as drums?
Oh, no, sweet maid, I cannot marry you, cos your laughter causes wrinkles and your smile produces crinkles.
So off she went, for a Botox session -
The most 'acutely lethal toxin' known to the medical profession -
Though she could neither chew nor close her eyes, it started an obsession
And it made the soldier cum.
Oh, soldier, soldier, won't you marry me, with your muscles tight as drums?
Oh, no, sweet maid, I cannot marry you, cos the features on your face look a little out of place.
So off she popped for some plastic surgery
And though she paid several times, it still looked a mess to me
Her nose was too big and her lips lacked symmetry
Still they made the soldier cum.
Oh, soldier, soldier, won't you marry me, with your muscles tight as drums?
Oh, no, sweet maid, I cannot marry you, cos your tits are the size of orange pips.
So she flew to Belarus for more plastic surgery
And acquired some tits that looked very strange to me
Tight bloated tits full of sad asymmetry
Yet they made the soldier cum.
Oh, soldier, soldier, won't you marry me, with your muscles tight as drums?
Oh, no, sweet maid, I cannot marry you, cos that unsightly cellulite won't keep me up all night.
So off she went for some lipo surgery
Though to tell you the truth, her bum and thighs looked great to me
And the results, though expensive, were much worse than most you'll see
Yet they made the soldier (who, after 5 years service overseas, had a noticeable and rather - if you ask me - unhealthy arse fetish) cum.
Oh, soldier, soldier, won't you marry me, with your muscles tight as drums?
Oh, no, sweet maid, I cannot marry you, cos I'd prefer my fiancée to have, at most, the skin tone of Beyoncé.
Apprehensively she paid for dodgy surgery
Where they gave her stuff - hydroquinone, steroids and mercury -
Fucking dangerous stuff, it was very clear to see
And, though she was quite ill when she got home, she still somehow managed, at his insistence, to make the soldier cum.
Oh, soldier, soldier, won't you marry me, with your muscles tight as drums?
Oh, no, sweet maid, I cannot marry you, because (though I have been too polite to mention this before) your cunt is so loose I may as well stick my cock out of the window and fuck the world.
So, yes, you guessed it, the silly cow spent a small fortune putting herself once again under general anaesthetic and into the hands of an under-qualified Filipino butcher who completely fucked up her hitherto quite beautiful pussy.
And, after months of infection, antibiotics, and pain-relief, the soldier insisted instead on a blow job then the cunt rolled over and went to sleep without so much as a fucking thank you.
Oh, soldier, soldier, won't you marry me, with your muscles tight as drums?
Oh no sweet maid, I cannot marry you because, despite all your efforts, which I appreciate very much - and that, thinking about it, must have cost you a fucking fortune - your insecurity is such a turn-off for me that I have decided to go back to my ex who - though she is a complete psycho-bitch - is aesthetically an unlikely cross between Jennifer Aniston, Angelina Jolie and Halle Berry.
Oh, Alex, Alex! What am I to do? No one will want me now!
Oh, no, sweet girl, come to Alex, baby; he was a complete cunt and you're better off without him.
So I held her till she stopped sobbing, cuddled up and kissed her gently and repeatedly, and told her she had been beautiful all along, and then, as the dark night bleached into a bright and beautiful tomorrow, I slowly and lovingly made her cum.

And though it is impossible to establish a direct link between any of the procedures Charlie undertook and her untimely death last year, I am certain that, were it not for the greedy amoral media and the obscenely heedless and cynical pharmaceutical, surgical, and cosmetic industries that drive young girls to seek unattainable perfection, my love would still be with me today.

Topic: Lush, and turnover rate.
Posted: 04 May 2014 15:54

I think the reason may be:
Life is fast here, speeded up a thousand-fold. Relationships blossom and die in days. Others get involved, take sides; people are shunned, leave in a huff. New lovers come and go as virtual relationships can soon lose their fire. People quickly get bored, need new stimuli. It's the way of the modern world: why work at what you've got when something new is around the corner? Especially something titillating and off-limits. It's immature, childish, and promotes a shallow, superficial existence that perfectly suits the free market economy. Sex, consumerism and the internet were simply made for each other.

And then, of course, real-life partners suspect the worst, check histories, confront and threaten. We never evolved for this. It happened too fast. The choices are too great; the temptations too vast; and the flesh is very, very weak...

Topic: Announcing the Winners of our "Seduction Stories" Competition
Posted: 04 Mar 2014 08:10

Thanks to whomever considered my little sex-free cookery manual to be amongst the top three sex stories in the latest comp. What must your minds be like? :)

I am truly honoured being placed above so many wonderful writers, and the pleasure I continue to enjoy coming directly beneath Liz and Sprite is, quite frankly, beyond compare :) Congratulations to you two ladies for your incredible tales :) xxx

Topic: Favorite Line You've written
Posted: 27 Jan 2014 09:45

This stanza from your poem is brilliant - such a clever and witty use of words, all propelled by an unerring sense of rhythm.

For something of my own, I quite like the closing couplet of my "Sonnet on an hand-job in a pub garden":

"And suddenly he comes, great streams of mess,
With most of it, alas, upon my dress."

As always, you combine sensuality with a touch of the surreal and a great runny dollop of humour! Brilliant xxx

Topic: Favorite Line You've written
Posted: 18 Jan 2014 05:42

This baited 'best line' thread has hooked some beauties; to it may I add my uncontroversial wriggling minnow:

So, Old Nick nicks our knickers, steals the kinky drawers of vicars, while the fallen angels frolic - a black mass of diabolic lycra, leather, latex lingerie for his Satanic Majesty.

Topic: AUTHORS - 6 New Categories - Please move any stories you have which would be better suited to the ne
Posted: 14 Jan 2014 23:38

How you manage to insult our readers, authors, moderating team and this site, all on one post, is quite amazing.

It's a shame. You are a talented author, no doubt, but your attitude really does need some adjustment (it stinks).

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There was no intention to cause offense or to insult anyone. I am an adult with carefully considered opinions amongst other adults with the same, not a naughty child in a classroom, and had a point to make, a valid one, I thought, and I made it in an ironic and light-hearted way. If authors, moderators and the site are offended, then I withdraw it unreservedly. As site owner, it is obviously your prerogative to assess my attitude and publish your opinion on it. There is nothing more to add but to say sorry again to everyone I have offended.

Topic: How would you rate the avatar above, bland.. good.. funny... or perfect?
Posted: 14 Jan 2014 15:36

You are the demon of the seamen! Classic Jack Tar with a couple of fingers from Captain Birdseye... Irresistible!

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Greetings from Tayside, Scotland

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Liverpool - The Fab Four and the John Lennon Memorial

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12 Feb 2017 09:10

Hello Alexandra, thank you for being my friend again. 💋💋💋💋

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Merry Christmas, Alexandra!

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