Writing is my favourite hobby. I love naughty literature and I read, write and blog Erotica. Feel free to recommend sites to me; whether it's to read or post onto. For quite a few years I felt as though I was writing alone, things are better now and the world of smut/erotic writing is slowly opening out to me (no pun intended). I'm interested in lots of things; life, meeting people, expanding my digital profile and I'm ambitious. You can find me at www.wordsinorange.blogspot.com/ or enjoy a small slice of my mind in pictures from my micro-blog http://wordsinorange.tumblr.com/ or follow me on twitter @EroticClara. I'm easily turned on, just as easily distracted and I've got a dirty mind. I'm always off admiring cock in my mind winks (pretty cocks thrill me). I think about sex a lot - as if that's a bad thing - and if you've read any of my work you'll know I'm a die-hard romantic. I don't really 'chat' but I love messages and anything else you'd like to do to me. I like it here. Lush is a great forum for some of my writing.
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I'm a little disheartened that all the thoughts on a natural thatch are negative in this particular forum. I'm also disappointed by the need to defend a social norm and make it like the educated woman who has put forward arguments in the article to the contrary, is a 'weird' ignoramous. I'm fine with doing what you do, whatever suits, but I definitely think social conditioning has a lot to answer for in this particular debate.
It turns out that this is an app for the android market, with around 5 million downloads..https://market.android.com/details?id=com.aphrodisiac&hl=endisappointingly there are no author credits but lots of stories have been lifted without consent. What can we do???
get little post it notes that say YES and stick them all over the house. Seriously.
I've only written the one story so far, but in my mind I was there and of course I was very aroused. Oddly enough though, re-reading the story afterwards was not as erotic so I was very grateful for all the positive feedback. It's nice to know you're doing something right, and I suspect very difficult to judge it for yourself. Can somebody enlighten me. I'm not much of a forum person. Here's where I am confused. Reppie my love, it says you are ranked as an 'advanced wordsmith' but it also says above that you have only posted one story. Am I digressing too much from this forum topic to ask how these 'tags' get associated? Thanks (or not) in advancex
Don't use too much overemphasis, at all. There's absolutely no need, whatsoever.Now, well now I'm just confused. I understand capitals is yelling and emoticons are well... unnecessary at the best of times. But overemphasis? my life was founded on this stuff. lol
I tweeted these many moons ago:---I trace the lines of her body with my eyes, archiving. Fixing her like this in my mind. I have to, because, at some point, I will untie her.---Go on, keep it up, smiling like that, Miss Strapless-and-Sandals. Spy on me from the corners of your eyes. But careless. I'll eat you alive.---I see the hesitation in her eyes. She's guessing at who I am. Whether she can trust me. She can't. She shouldn't. I smile when she says yes.---You shouldn't be smiling. You've no idea what you do to me- what you've awakened in me. It scares _me_. It should scare the hell out of you. This rocks! x
I met an Irishman who looked like he'd be the man of my dreams, randomly, on the street in Melbourne at about 3am one morning. I saw him for less than 3 minutes, we exchanged details and I wrote him sex stories for 5 months after that. We never met up again, he was an abbatoir worker, 5 hours drive out of town and it was a beautiful if one-sided affair. He was so big, an ex-Irish army man built like a brick shit house I was scared if we ever did attempt the act for real he'd split me in two. Io I just fanned the flames and then one day stopped writing... to him. After that I was hooked.
Rhythmically his pole slid in and out. She moaned, fit to purring, loving every precious inch of the pounding, feeling her orgasm building
The more people that know the merrier I say, it helps spread the word and brings traffic to my profile here and my writing elsewhere and my website. Funny experience at Xmas, letting my 63 year old mother read one of my posts. I was all like 'I'm cool and open minded perhaps we'll discuss it after' she didn't say ANYTHING, not. one. thing. UM .
It’s about the time that you should be leaving, but you don’t. You give me that look that makes my stomach seize and grief catch in my throat, a coal-like lump of regret. I remember being able to love you easily, I remember how swiftly a look like that might have won me over and in that split-second I’m wrong, maybe you’re not such a loser. We’ve broken up, I don’t see things between us as...
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Marco was stalling now. He was early to work this morning, earlier than usual, to avoid the unexpected spring heat. It was mid-morning. He cast long looks back at the house hoping to catch a glimpse of her in one of her bright dresses, the wind making the light fabric dance around her knees. Maybe she’d wave, bring him some cold water. He squinted at the house, wiping his face with his...
Added 07 Oct 2012 | Category Straight Sex
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Little, warm bulbs line the floor downstage of the performers and parcans shine on their prize. Beneath them, Elijah ambles into view. Until now Neesha has been wooing the crowd alone. She, with her dark eyes and her naked honesty; her hot gaze flitting around the room. Whether or not she has been able to make out their faces is anyone's guess, the lights are bright. Her practiced expression...
Added 19 Aug 2012 | Category Voyeur
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The front counter of the bakery is much quieter in the aftermath of the breakfast rush. At the back of the store, men tray up and shuffle pies and sweets ready for lunch, creating their own clamour. Ella can hear the trolleys clanking and the big fridge door opening and closing. Jamie, the chef walks past, winks at her. He's an older man with very little hair and a New Zealand accent, lovely...
Added 16 Apr 2012 | Category Quickie Sex
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A bus. An ordinary bus on an ordinary day. Its not peak hour any more, I've worked late and the time has passed since the heavy tussle that comes with the afternoon. Now things have slowed down with more places to sit on each vehicle. The book I am trying to read isn't good. I look up and about. Such is the world that we live in, few people are doing the same. Even those without a phone to...
Added 01 Apr 2012 | Category Straight Sex
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I look up into sorrowful, chocolate-brown pools. My lover the stonemason, who's hands have carved a thousand tombstones and who looks as though he holds night time inside the silence of his eyes. His hands are scarred too, rough and lovely. They pass over my skin, annotating the geography of my body, my curves, crevices and fleshy mistakes. I writhe beneath him, feverish with lust. His...
Added 13 Nov 2011 | Category Love Stories
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At the library, we're sitting so close together I can feel his breathe on my neck. I stare at a page of letters, grouped and typed in small neat rows. Already whole paragraphs of Times New Roman have become gibberish. His hand slides further up my thigh. My pussy anticipates his touch, a dull ache begins on my insides as desire starts to form. Our row of desks are nine flights above...
Added 08 Oct 2011 | Category Quickie Sex
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Rose carries the unshakably conviction that her weekend is going to be a success. She skips Friday afternoon knock-off drinks with the office crowd in favour of starting her journey at 5pm. She heads out of the building, on a mission. Everybody has moments of clarity: remembering for example, how trees are bigger than people (and make much more satisfying noises than people ever will);...
Added 28 Aug 2011 | Category Quickie Sex
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Jess's flesh tingled. The breeze caught the back of her knees as a reminder of how much bare flesh she was choosing to expose today. She flexed her warm toes in her suede boots, enjoying the feel of Kane's bold, hot cock inching it's way further towards the warmth between her legs. Around them, at the public event, people were watching the beautiful sailing boats competing on the water. ...
Added 31 Jul 2011 | Category Exhibitionism
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Travis stopped talking mid sentence. In the silence he observed her lovely, long legs, taking in the way the silk of her stockings leant a light sheen to her skin. Around them, soft, bland but tasteful background music tinkled. The lights in the small bar were dimmed to a pleasurable level. Dark enough for punters to realise day had moved on, into evening, not so dim as to reek of pick-ups...
Added 21 Jun 2011 | Category Straight Sex
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