An aspiring fiction writer, writing erotica for practice. And for fun.That's not me in my avatar, but it's kinda close. I'm bigger and hairier. I've been described as a cross between Hagrid and Yoda. I wish they would have thrown some Indiana Jones in there too.I'm not here to collect fives on my stories. If you hate them, please let me know. Rate them honestly and leave a comment telling me what you didn't like.
You probably know about this, but since it's been happening for a few days and is still happening, I decided to mention it. When I read on the mobile site, I open a story (I'm on an iPhone 5S), and then I always tap on the screen to get rid of the red header bar and make reading easier. All weekend, that has caused a glitch that causes the screen to flash and then only show what was on the screen when I tapped. The rest of the story disappears and the site has to be reloaded to fix the problem. There are new ads showing, and I assume the glitch is connected to them. Take care.
I'm pretty sure you're talking about Veitte by Metilda. If so, it's actually published in The Vault, which is only accessible to premium members. As far as I can tell, it's still there, and up to Chapter 11 now. If you want to read it, you'll need to sign up for a Gold, Silver or Bronze membership, if you don't already have one. Exactly right! Thank you!
Let me get this straight... you think the parent is sexualizing their child because you, who have been conditioned by Madison Ave. to see anything wearing a bikini as a sexual object, see the child that way? If someone put a bikini on their poodle, would you see the poodle as a sexual object because of the bikini it was wearing? Well, that does put a point on it. And I think that's where my point is too.I don't think that people who object to certain styles of clothes or behaviors in children are sexualizing the children. They are rejecting the sexualization of the child by association with sexual imagery. To use the poodle metaphor: No, I don't find the poodle sexy, but I wonder about the motives of the person who put the poodle in the bikini. I wonder if they were trying to evoke a sense of sexiness or simply absurdity. When I see children dancing with exaggerated "sexiness" I have a similar strange dissociation. The children are not "sexy", but their behaviors seem to be trying to invoke "sexiness".Maybe this doesn't make sense to other people. I'm not trying to "blame" anyone, least of all the children. Like someone else said, I think they should be able to retain their innocence for as long as possible.
The two-piece swimming suit was an example posted by one of the women I mentioned, not mine.My own involvement is really a sort of general irritation that any mention of the subject comes down to "pervy men" and "how dare they look at my child that way". Instead of swim suits you could talk about pageants, or little girls (or boys for that matter) salsa dancing. There are a lot of examples we could talk about.
I've been seeing a lot about this topic on Facebook and Twitter lately. Lots of female friends are talking about it. I have questions, but I'm afraid if I ask them publicly I'll come across a pervy, insensitive dick.So, the scenario I'm seeing goes something like this: I'm a mother who chooses to dress my six-year-old daughter in a two-piece swimming suit. When someone, anyone, suggests that this might be inappropriate for a six-year-old girl, I immediately accuse them of sexualising my daughter.Here's my problem. We are immersed in a stew of advertising images, TV shows, and movies sexualising women (and men to a lesser degree). It takes serious discipline to break free of this mental programming. Still, some associations are so strong, it's like they're hardwired in us. I don't think anyone would argue that the bikini is an icon of sexual liberation. Doesn't it seem that the parent is the one sexualising the child by having them wear a bikini? Why is it the person pointing this out that is being shamed? What if a mother sent her daughter to the pool in panties and pasties? Would I still be a perv if I had a problem with it?My point is that I don't WANT to think about children that way. I don't feel like I have the right to police parents, but I don't like feeling shamed if I express an opinion that is counter to theirs. Anyway, whether you agree with me or not, I'd love to hear your opinions.
There was a new story being posted in the "Novel" category that has disappeared. Anyone know why, or who the author was? It was a kind of fantasy story about a young woman who had been a princess. She had been captured and made a slave and was attracted to the man who captured her. Any help appreciated.
Happy husbands have horny wives.
I got caught today looking at a woman's breasts. They were lovely.It made me wonder though, do women ever get caught looking at other women's breasts? I mean, it must happen (the iconic photo of Sophia Loren and Jane Mansfield comes to mind) but I don't think I've ever heard anyone talk about it. So, ladies, do you catch women looking? How does the rate of women compare to the rate of men looking?Thanks!
If this is an old discussion, please forgive me. I will go back over all of the posts in this thread, but I wanted to put this out there to get feedback.I wonder how hard it would be to add a sharing functionality to allow authors to collaborate on a story here on the site itself? If this was possible, it would allow us to help each other with editing (the bane of my existence) as well as full out collaboration. Being able to co-author stories and have them show up in both authors' profiles would be amazing as well. It would also let me keep all of my "Lush" writing here on the site and not on my computer proper. I also wanted to say that I love the site! I've only been here for a short time, but I'm completely impressed with the quality of the stories and the jobs that the editors do, even when it pisses me off. :)
Awkward. No other word for it when you bring a girl back to her house after taking her for the sole purpose of being impregnated. I thought about waiting at the bottom of the driveway, but decided I was braver than that. We drove up like everything was normal. One look at Cassie’s face in the kitchen showed that nothing was normal. I was unused to reading body language. I couldn’t...
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I woke up several hours later, face to face with Celeste. Dim moonlight filtered through the shutters so that I could just make out her face. I thought that her eyes were open. Her hand was certainly awake, judging by the things that it was doing to my cock. “Hi,” she whispered. “Hi,” I whispered back. “Are you ready to make me a mother?” she asked quietly. “Ah,” I said. “No pressure...
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Celeste sat in the passenger seat looking out the window. She didn’t talk, didn’t look at me. We drove back to my house in silence. Under other circumstances, I might have played music, but I didn’t want to be distracted in the dark. The wildlife was unused to cars on the roads, and night time driving was hazardous. I cracked the windows so that I could hear outside better and focused...
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Back at the farm, Cassie, Bethany, and Amanda worked on putting together a supper from leftovers and other things that they found in my cupboards. Celeste and Faith helped me with some chores that couldn’t wait. We checked the garden and harvested what we could, then watered my two horses, along with the cows, goats, and chickens. There wasn’t a lot of feeding that needed doing at this time...
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"So!" Don said, sitting down on the sofa in my den. "How's life treating you?" "Life's good, man," I said, sitting in my desk chair and pouring us each a Johnnie Walker. I had opened a bottle of Black for the occasion. "Thanks," he said, taking the glass and leaning back. Don was in town from Montana, visiting his father. "How about you?" I asked. "How's your health?" "Ah," he...
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What a family. I couldn’t imagine that Kyle knew how lucky he was, surrounded by vibrant, healthy, lovely women. They all loved him and doted on him. I wondered what was wrong with him. He seemed frail and sick still, but he would have gotten over the sickness almost ten years ago. It must have done some permanent damage to his body. They would have to do something soon to find husbands...
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I had been on my own for several years. Not by choice. I had always been happy to be alone. I never understood the "punishment" of solitary confinement. Now, I understood. The world as I knew it ended in early 2018. Nobody had been certain what exactly went wrong. People just started getting sick. It started off with flu-like symptoms. After a couple of weeks, people lost consciousness...
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Swimming was my new pass-time. With the proceeds from my third book sale, my wife and I had installed an in-ground pool in our back yard. The book was doing fairly well in some circles. Not well enough to buy a new house, but well enough. Of course, after the pool was installed and the landscaping done, my wife wanted to have a party. She invited a lot of our friends, and also some of...
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I knew that he would be wearing his kilt today. He had told me about it the other day. What I didn't expect was my visceral reaction to seeing him in it. He's not perfect. Not the "tall, dark, and handsome" type. Not really. Still, he does it for me. And seeing him come to work in his kilt, with the heavy boots, tight t-shirt, and big thick belt got my juices flowing. The tattoo on the back...
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Even though he spent the night in a sleeping bag, on the hard floor of his wife’s church, Cain had the best night’s sleep in recent memory. Being snowed into the church with his wife’s extended family, spending the previous night initiating his wife’s young cousin, Ellie, in the ways of sexual pleasure, and then that afternoon in carnal delight with the girl’s mother, Sheri. Cain had been...
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