To date, my collection of stories form a set that traces the sexual awakening of an innocent through to maturity. Of particular interest to me, is the means by which sexual preferences and fetishes become established.
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There was a young lady from Ealing,who had a peculiar feeling,she laid on her back,and openned her crack,and pissed all over the ceiling
Thanks to everyone that wished me a happy birthday, yesterday. I'm touched by your kindness; it's helping me get through this mother of a hangover I'm now suffering. Charley xxx
This coming from someone who lived in Peckham, has to be taken quite seriously It all starts to make sense now - DBarclay = DB = Del Boy. "He who dares..."
I don't think that the giraffe is that big, I could very well be wrong. However I think it's just perspective, the car is farther away than the giraffe. Although I could be mistaken. I was only kidding about the giraffe; I know they are not that big really. Cheers, Charley
The Joker and the Thief - Wolfmother
I've given anal sex to partners a few times, but only when they've specifically asked me to. On the whole, it's not something I'm that bothered with (I find it painful to give - rips foreskin), so it's not a thing that I'd ask a woman for. My only advice is do it only if you feel comfortable with it (don't be pressured), and yes use lots of lube. If you decide you don't want it, then one thing you could say is "How about you let me get a strap-on and do you first?" That would certainly put me off. Anal always reminds me of the old joke: What's the difference between oral sex and anal sex?Answer: Oral sex will make your day, but anal sex will make your hole week.Cx
Lois, please don't be upset, or mad. I'm not attacking South Africa (in fact I have several very good South Africian friends - albeit ones that moved to the UK because they feared for their safety in SA) - and if you look further up this thread, you'll see I was actually defending the country's culture. I'm certain the country and the people have much to be commended. And what fantastic wildlife, too. Although, I have to say, that giraffe is fucking huge ... look, that car only comes up to its knees.
I quite agree that stats do not a country make, Lois. But they are an indicator. C.
Other than a lack of time or inclination, I cannot say that there's been any particular reason why I've not finished a story. Sometimes I can't stop tweaking a story until I'm absolutely happy with it, but I usually set myself a deadline for that, and then amend it after posting if it's really necessary.As for picking names for characters, I just use those that I like. C.
To put these statistics in perspective, they correlate to:RapeSouth Africa - 1 person in every 837 is rapedAustralia - 1 person in every 1,287 is rapedCanada - 1 person in every 1,364 is rapedUSA - 1 person in every 3,322 is rapedNew Zealand - 1 person in every 4,695 is rapedUK - 1 person in every 7,042 is rapedMurderSouth Africa - 1 person in every 2,016 is murderedUSA - 1 person in every 23,809 is murderedAustralia - 1 person in every 66,667 is murderedCanada -1 person in every 71,429 is murderedUK - 1 person in every 71,123 is murderedNew Zealand - 1 person in every 90,090 is murderedI've only picked out here those countries that the majority of Lush readers reside in. And of course, these stats are based only on what has been reported to authorities, so they are not going to be toally accurate.
Beth’s leaving plummeted me back into the depths of teenage depression, leading me down a long, dark tunnel at which end no light could be seen. Not only had I lost the girl who had become my best friend, but I’d also lost my love. Together, we had shared the most special thing; we’d shared the loss of our virginity. No joy was there for me in the dawning of the new millennium, no sparkle...
Added 18 Oct 2009 | Category Reluctance
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Summer’s dying embers had given their last and been replaced by a September mist that painted the landscape with a layer of frost. Maybe a return to school, to normality, would be my salvation. These were the thoughts that came, formed and then vanished like the blue wisps of breath escaping my lips in the chill autumn air, as I saw the lights of the school bus approaching. Guilt, however, is...
Added 11 Oct 2009 | Category First Time
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