About clum


I'm a white, Scottish, bisexual, cisgender, Buddhist man in his mid-twenties.

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Mathematics; Writing.
Favorite Books:
Emma; The Book Thief; Northern Lights; The Blackhouse.
Favorite Authors:
J. R. R. Tolkien; Jane Austen; Philip Pullman; Peter May.
Favorite Movies:
Snatch; Monty Python & The Holy Grail; Sister Act; Nine; The Sword In The Stone; Sliding Doors; Beauty And The Beast.
Favourite TV Shows:
Friends; Game of Thrones; Orange Is The New Black; House; One Tree Hill; Brooklyn 99; The Big Bang Theory; Rick And Morty.
Favorite Music:
R.E.M.; Stereophonics; Radiohead; The Beautiful South.


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Stories Published By clum All Stories »

On My Way

Dear Derek, I have not stopped thinking about you since you left—I hate to be apart from you. The time we spent together was euphoric and being without you now seems positively ordinary. You are the kindest, most generous, most wonderful person I have met in all my life and, while it pained me to watch you go, I am grateful every day that you came into my life. I’ve never been a believer...

Added 04 Feb 2017 | Category Love Stories | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 2,132 | 12 Comments

Recommended Read Lost For Words

I've never been much good with words,  My memory's like a sieve.  But someone told me that a poem Is a real nice gift to give. This Valentine's, I want to say  What I feel about you.  Sadly, I don't have the words,  So these will have to do. I like you lots and lots and lots, So much it makes my head reel. There surely is a stronger word,  To let you know how I feel. But though...

Added 09 Feb 2015 | Category Love Poems | Votes 31 | Avg Score 4.97 | Views 1,410 | 25 Comments

Editor's Pick She Just Wants To Be

Beads of sweat formed on Belle’s forehead, her open mouth silently voicing her pleasure. She allowed herself to get completely lost in the moment, blocking out the reality of her circumstance and denying to herself the true material origins of the ecstasy she was now experiencing, pretending the looming orgasm was for her alone to enjoy. Her bared chest heaved with her heavy breaths...

Added 28 Aug 2014 | Category Straight Sex | Votes 36 | Avg Score 4.97 | Views 38,069 | 21 Comments

Editor's Pick Opening Night

"You fucking whore!" Brian's face reddened with rage as the blue carrier bag fell from his right hand, the condition of its contents causing him no concern whatsoever, transfixed, as he was, by the scarring scene before him. His entire being emptied of reason, understanding and, with a painful jerk, love, the vacuum they left being immediately occupied with searing anger and deeply...

Added 20 Jul 2012 | Category Straight Sex | Votes 58 | Avg Score 4.85 | Views 17,831 | 27 Comments

Editor's Pick Playing By The Rules

Every game needs rules and Jake and Beth’s year-long competition was no different. The rules of their game served a number of purposes; some were to ensure that an unfair advantage could not be gained by either player whereas others were simply to add a little extra fun and excitement to this long-haul contest. A few of the rules were in place to protect the players, the game coming, as it...

Added 08 Jan 2013 | Category Straight Sex | Votes 38 | Avg Score 4.89 | Views 19,836 | 21 Comments

Editor's Pick Welcome To Kirkgate

I reached the bus stop just in time and boarded the empty vehicle, panting for breath. The driver looked at me in exasperation as I fumbled for my wallet and dropped change all over the floor. I wouldn't have said I was drunk but the couple of beers I had had were certainly taking their toll. Just about regaining my composure, I apologised to the unimpressed, middle-aged man behind the wheel...

Added 11 Aug 2011 | Category Mature | Votes 71 | Avg Score 4.86 | Views 35,162 | 29 Comments

The Ethan Blake Story: Camping

A beautiful woman, draped only in a pink satin dressing gown, steps into a luxuriously spacious bathroom, her long, slender legs smooth and tanned. Almost too much a point is made of her leaving the door ajar; perhaps she is expecting to be disturbed. The mere scrap of material is allowed to slither down her back, exposing the skin of her well-defined shoulder blades and the...

Added 31 Aug 2011 | Category Masturbation | Votes 21 | Avg Score 4.89 | Views 7,156 | 5 Comments

Recommended Read Need A Hand?

The ticking of the clock was clear and distinct in the café, like the torturous dripping of a tap. The sound of rattling dishes being clumsily loaded into the dishwasher was but a murmur on the wind compared to the brutal tick that indicated each passing second. Cal’s heart beat to the rhythm, only twice as fast, with his eyes fixed firmly on the door. The coffee before him grew cold as...

Added 17 Jul 2013 | Category Masturbation | Votes 29 | Avg Score 4.93 | Views 14,762 | 22 Comments

Recommended Read I Don't Love You

Maybe if I say these words, That will make them true. Maybe if I concentrate, I'll get over you. Maybe when I see you with him That will be enough. Maybe when I know you're happy Things won't be so rough. Maybe I just have to wait For these wounds to heal. Maybe then I can forget The way you make me feel. Maybe you'll come back to me, Though I start to doubt it. Maybe...

Added 06 May 2013 | Category Love Poems | Votes 24 | Avg Score 5 | Views 2,869 | 16 Comments

Every Cloud...

The music is too loud to shout over, the dancefloor is filled with sweaty, scantily-clad twenty-somethings and I'm in the middle of a five-deep crowd at the poorly-manned bar. I don't belong here and I don't want to be here, but I can't leave because I'm sharing a taxi home with the friends that dragged me here against my will, so I'm going to get really drunk, if I ever get served. "You...

Added 05 Jul 2011 | Category Love Stories | Votes 22 | Avg Score 4.8 | Views 5,099 | 8 Comments

Stories Coauthored By clum

Audio Story Recommended Read Lazy Sunday Afternoon

(This story is only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere then it has been stolen) It was early, Sunday afternoon. The sun was streaming through the window, silhouetting my lovely missus, as she bustled around the kitchen. Since we'd had an early lunch, the kids were off out, playing with friends. It was delightful, just the two of us. She'd just poured boiling water...

Added 10 Oct 2012 | Category Love Stories | Views 18,698 | 22 Comments

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