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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Thongs before sex. Panties after sex.
And YOU do too...😊😊😊 SHshhhhhh! ...you're not supposed to tell anyone about all those nude pics I send you, Rick! <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/eusa_doh.gif" alt="d'oh!">
My father is the product of a marriage in which his mother stayed with a man who didn't love her, and who constantly strayed with other women. As a result, my grandmother turned into a man-hating, cold-hearted bitch who transferred all her anger and blame for the women who had sex with her husband into my father, who is one messed-up, repressed SOB! It would have been far better had she left her woman-chasing husband and raised her son alone, without the years of bitterness she accumulated by staying with him. Children tend to absorb the latent discontent of their parents, and when they stay together merely for the sake of their children, the children take on that guilt for keeping their parents miserable, and that legacy rarely yields positive outcomes.
As a nude model I preferred them to be looking there rather than anywhere else. I am extremely proud of what I have. ...and you have a LOT to be proud of, Gorgeous!
<img src="/forum/images/emoticons/embarassed.gif" alt="Embarassed"> Does that mean you are the dessert?? :-" :-" :-" I seem to be the dessert every night! <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/drunken_smilie.gif" alt="drunken">
My younger sister just married a Jamaican man, and has been dating black men almost exclusively since she was in high school. If you are looking for reasons, hers are personal preference. As to what may have promulgated that personal preference, one might speculate, but the stigmatic social barriers to interracial unions have been diminishing the past couple decades, and that's a great trend. I have had sex with several black men and several racially mixed men, and I don't make generalizations based on race. They've all been different, and stereotypes rarely hold true, even though people still seem to cling to them. Only one of my experiences was with a true African (Zimbabwe). The rest were from America. But as Dani has said before in these forums, it is a fetish for many women, and my guess is that is how it started with my sister, but she has become a strong advocate for the BLM movement, and minority rights as a whole, and I'm very proud of her for her commitment and zeal. She lives in the 'hood' in Brooklyn, the only white girl in her neighborhood, and she has stood up to the racism coming at her from both sides, and has now been accepted after three years in Crown Heights. Knowing where she started out, a wealthy enclave of white privilege, her social conscience constantly amazes me!
Seth said he's making us Italian subs tonight
Dear heart, what would you think of a guy who makes it a rule to keep his eyes on your face and not wandering your body? <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/embarassed.gif" alt="Embarassed"> Good question! It would be so unusual, I might think he was gay! lol
Everyone seems to love this picture of me, so I've just stuck with it. I was in the shower when it was taken.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GIRLFRIEND! The lovely Keaton is one of the few women here to whom I've been close enough to let her see me at my worst, and bless her, she's forgiven me my many sins. But I hope I've also given her my best as well. Happy Birthday, doll! https://upload.lushstories.com/2138528152-1369164944.jpg https://upload.lushstories.com/1631886351-Happy Birthday.jpg
I felt a slight brush, an excuse-me touch beneath the awning of dark clouds a summer storm was brewing in Alabama with the devil's hammer banging loud the Spanish moss hung deathly still the bees returned to their combs even the locusts gave up the ghost as the timid scurried to their homes I'd stayed in town to avoid the rush and the air was...
Added 15 Mar 2017 | Category Erotic Poems
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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
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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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Homeward I sail to the shores of Lesbos Sappho is my Siren Once outward bound I faced away And saw not home and comfort My course was plotted by others’ hands To learn the worldly way And seek what others sought before Our nature to betray We did not know the sails we set Were sewn by hands so foreign That we would lose the memory Of lands where we were born And now...
Added 29 May 2014 | Category Love Poems
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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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Max was startled by Kate as she walked into the dressing room. “Kate, we're not supposed to see each other before the ceremony,” Max said. A voice suddenly came out of nowhere. “She came to see me.” It was Kyle, who was standing behind Max. Kate walked past Max and started kissing Kyle passionately. Kyle immediately lifted Kate up in the air with his hands gripped firmly on Kate’s...
Added 06 Feb 2015 | Category Cheating
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It had been almost a month since Kate had moved to the big city and started her program. She had been handling it somewhat well. The workload was heavy, but manageable. She worked harder than most of her peers though. For one, she was afraid that she would fall behind if she didn’t. But the main reason was mostly because she knew she wouldn’t be able to cope with the loneliness if she...
Added 17 Jan 2015 | Category Reluctance
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Kate's cell phone vibrates on the waist-high drawer before her. On the caller-display of her iPhone, the number of her boyfriend Max appears, but she does not answer. She couldn't, even if she wanted to. For one thing, she has her panties stuffed in her mouth. Her arms are also tied down in a Velcro arm strap, to which a leash is attached, with the other end secured to the handle of the...
Added 24 Dec 2014 | Category BDSM
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