Princess of the Woodland Tribes(use my imagination!)or...Just an uninhibited and overly imaginative Cherokee girl, raised on a horse farm, turned college student, turned model, turned business woman, turned writer.'...but if you diverge from the path...''I MAKE the path!' said Alice I'm Bethany Ariel, a half-breed Cherokee and Scots, daughter of a Hippie-Indian, who grew up a free-spirit on a horse farm in central-Ohio. Having lost little of my muchness, I remain overly prone to dreaming impossible dreams and indulging in curious flights of fancy and fantasy. I also suffer from a dreadful tendency to be far too open and honest about everything, so I probably write about myself and my life a bit too much. I've recently closed my photo albums to all but a few, but every avatar pic I post is the real me. I also like to sneak photos from my modeling days into the forums, so if you're clever and industrious (or just lucky), you might see me in all my glory in various threads around the site. Many of my stories are about me, or a reasonable facsimile thereof. I'm here on Lush, so obviously I love sex (as my photos suggest), but I am more into girls than guys! If you're curious about me, Google my full name: Bethany Ariel Frasier. My life is pretty much an open book. I modeled while a student at Ohio State, and have degrees in history and political science. I'm a feminist progressive political blogger besides being an erotic-story writer. Very active in politics for the environment and for social and economic justice, so if you're a Republican, don't mess with me! I'll kick your ass! I'm also an administrator of a social-site for lesbians and bi-girls, SweetWhores.org (ask, if you're a real girl, we DO check your photos, email, and IP address). I now run a property management company, which is my family's business. I am a twin (the Evil Twin to be precise), 12 minutes younger and much less reserved. I like to chat, but mostly with girls! Guys, you're going to have to be pretty damn interesting to engage me in chat. I hope you like my stories! More to come!
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I can't believe you forgot about that hot weekend we had at that resort on the Black Sea back in the height of the Hittite Empire. You could really handle a chariot back then too.Reincarnation is sure sweet! I vaguely recall that I was a man in that lifetime, and you were, I believe, my eunuch consort! But yeah! I drove a helluva Greek chariot! I drive my Mustang the same way now!
Putting the shower wand on pulse is an old favorite! The most creative way was with a didgeridoo, but I had help, so maybe that's not really masturbation, but the vibes were mind-blowing!
It depends on how sensitive my clit is. Usually licking gets me there easily enough. Sometimes being sucked is too intense without a slow buildup.
With a deliciously naughty fantasy and dancing fingers.
The Darien Gap on Wikipedia.
You have to understand what we're fighting against. Most Ivy League schools and large universities are legacy schools for captains of industry, banking, and government. The type of men who rule these commercial empires are largely amoral, power-driven, greed-driven, and sexist. They make decisions every day which devastate lives of people who are employed, indebted, or governed by them. They are basically rapists themselves, in both the literal and figurative sense. They can do this because they are conditioned and desensitized to humanity and human suffering. They groom their sons to be just like them, sending them to the same universities they attended, to learn not just academics, but social power behavior. They maintain secret societies, whose members are restricted to those who will move into positions of power. Rape culture is part of this. The endowments of these universities are filled by gifts from these legacy alumni. They are very active in the governance of their alma maters, and they control how the universities operate by their purse-strings. The good ol' boy network is the main operating principle here. Universities want to keep rapes and sexual assaults hushed up for the sake of their reputations, and the influential parents of male students want the sexual predations of their sons overlooked, like their predations were overlooked when they were students. This is the essence of why collegiate rape culture is so resistant to change. There's a financial incentive to keep it exactly the way it is! If administrations threaten their sons with prosecution, the endowments stop. It's as simple as that. Dartmouth is a case study in this phenomenon. Rape culture is entrenched there as an institution to groom the incoming world-shakers to treat people as objects, not as human beings. If you can rape a co-ed, your moral downfall is complete, and you've got the disposition to be a Wall St. Bankster, ready to rape the world economy!
The problem with the Libertarian Party is that they will not regulate corporations at all, and soon, a libertarian government would be corporate government. The international corporations and banking cartels have almost usurped the US Government already after Citizens United and their unrelenting lobbying power. If the Trans-Pacific Partnership agreement passes, the sovereignty of all governments will have been surpassed by corporate power, ending our ability to regulate them at all. Say goodbye to all consumer protection, environmental protection, labor protection, and anti-trust protection. The corporations will have us ruled like feudal lords over powerless serfs, dictating every aspect of our economic lives!
I've had sex less often in the past week than I have since my knee surgery a year ago. I cracked a couple ribs 8 days ago, and it hurts too much to orgasm. I've been blowing the guys till I'm back in shape.
Walden and Bayard crouched low in the grasses beyond the crumbling stone wall outside Carmarthen Abbey. The young squire's leather skull-cap kept slipping down over his eyes each time his jaw turned and stretched wide to gnaw off another bite from the mutton-shank he held in his greasy, dirt-stained hands. Bayard, Knight's Yeoman to Sir Setheryn of Tye Gwyneth, elbowed the heaving rib-cage...
Added 14 Sep 2015 | Category Historical
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Orlando eased back on the yoke, cut thrust, and the sleek Gulfstream jet settled gently onto the runway of the King Khalid International Airport in Riyadh. "Hey! Wake up, beautiful!" he said, leaning across the thrust console and giving Indri a gentle nudge. He braked seconds after touchdown, steered towards the apron, and cut across a taxiway, heading for a private hanger on the outskirts...
Added 07 Jul 2015 | Category Hardcore
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The rains had come aplenty with the early spring, and everything seemed so much greener than March ought to be. I honestly didn’t think much of Helen’s plan for our outing today, as I knew our path leading back into the woods would be awash with watery ruts the tractor had left in the narrow dirt lane going back through the hay-fields. The odds of us getting our biskees paddled for dragging...
Added 20 Apr 2015 | Category Lesbian
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Jon Garden had disappeared. No one knew his whereabouts. His family had gone into hiding, having fallen out of favor with the political elite of a corrupt African government. They were being hunted by the authorities. The belated news came from half a world away, through an old email message in an account I had all but abandoned. The message was sent nearly three years before by his cousin...
Added 10 Dec 2014 | Category Interracial
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Sheri and I had been friends for a long time, but we had never done anything like this before. We'd never even talked about it, and yet all our preparations for her nude photo-shoot over the course of the past few days precipitated on the tacit assumption that somehow, at some point, our naked bodies would very likely come together very intimately today. Whether or not I was really ready for...
Added 25 Nov 2014 | Category Group Sex
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"You're not going to show these to anyone, are you?" I implored, as I hesitantly un-hooked my bra and let my bare breasts fall into view of the camera lens perched atop a tripod only a few feet in front of me. My lips pouted with an unconscious tremble, knowing this was the moment of my surrender. Regardless of how ingenuous an answer I received, this was the turning point, after which I could...
Added 23 Nov 2014 | Category Exhibitionism
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Warily you wander Much fonder to believe No conjurer can deceive Your heart cast in stone Alone, your defenses Inured by pretenses I cannot resist And insist that you yield To the magic I wield I cast an eye So wry, to be your foil Like a snake, you coil I lie in wait To sate your smolder If you would be but bolder I watch you rise So wise to my wiles You will truck no denials ...
Added 18 Dec 2014 | Category Love Poems
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The rain had ended sometime in the night before I woke up, and I remembered what Tharyn had once told me about fireworks making it rain. 'C'mon,' I'd thought. My older sister was notorious for seeming pedantic, but I guess she was right. Something about the dust particles in the atmosphere. The rain had left the early Monday morning deceptively cool, but it was July, and I knew it would soon...
Added 03 Aug 2014 | Category Exhibitionism
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Ellen heard muffled voices somewhere off in the darkness and froze in her tracks. The rutted path upon which she struggled to keep her footing, had no doubt been recently trampled by soldiers on their way to and from the irregular picket-lines, which the tattered remnants of the Georgia Militia had stretched thinly through the woods northwest of Savannah to defend their retreat. The deep...
Added 22 Jul 2014 | Category Historical
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Rumspringa (Part 2) This happened in the summer of 2007, but contains flashbacks to events which began in Rumspringa (Part 1). My boyfriend and I seem to have a lot of ties to Amish country here in east central Ohio. David designs furniture as a hobby, and has it custom-built by Amish craftsmen, so we frequently drive up to Holmes County to deliver seasoned hardwoods for different...
Added 20 Jul 2014 | Category Lesbian
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