Hi everyone! I'm Curvy, as you can see!! I'm a straight female with a lively imagination. I am on Lush primarily for the stories and to support the great writing talent we are lucky enough to have on here. I am always happy to make friends, both male and female but just to chat in a friendly way, particularly about writing; so I don't tend to respond to random chat requests and the same goes for cyber.In the same vein I keep my Lush friends on Lush, and am not interested in contacts offsite, or exchanging photos etc, etc.Also I do appreciate posts on my wall from friends but if erotic of the tasteful and sensual kind, so please hesitate before posting any pornographic images.Other than that I am perfectly pleasant and civilised!
I'm really enjoying your stories, Leni! <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/icon_flower.gif" alt="flower">
i'd go with Love Poems, Curvy :) Thanks, Sweetcheeks! :) <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/angel7.gif" alt="angel7">
This is a wonderful idea, Nicola! The notion of passion can be so open to creative interpretation and it's a perfect tribute.I just have a mundane question as I was looking over the competition guidelines; "We are looking for poems, which convey the emotion of passion. For this competition, they do not necessarily need to be overtly sexual in nature (although they can be if you wish!)."So, as well as ticking the competition box, if poems are not overtly sexual, or the passion expressed is not completely erotic, which Category should authors choose?
I had a lump in my throat reading this wonderful tribute, Rachel.Alan will be smiling xx
Fantastic! Well deserved Chris, you are doing a brilliant job! <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/hello2.gif" alt="hello1">
erm... compared to what... <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/embarassed.gif" alt="Embarassed"> Mine!! *runs sniggering* <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/evil6.gif" alt="evil4">
Hi Shadow!As my stories are all historical, quite often my characters are (or were) real people so for me it's lots of research and then trying to be true to their character and circumstances while trying to compose a story which flows and doesn't read like a dry history lesson!Does Lord Byron count as a celebrity?? <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/evil6.gif" alt="evil4">
Nice question!I took a look through my Favourite Stories list to see which titles jump out at me.As someone else pointed out, Average Black Girl has a way with titles, especially poetry.*Song of the Succubus* is a fine example.I also seem to like titles that intrigue me or are evocative;like LeCygneNoir's *Moanin'* which sums up the jazz age in which it was writtenor*Cake and Boobs* by PervyStoryTeller - who could resist a title like that!In the same way, Sprite's sublime story *Would You Like Ketchup With That?* takes service and seduction to a whole new level!!
Any last drink orders?:glassses8: Since you're asking, I'll have a beer please. :)
Very late to the game but this series (and author) rocks:https://www.lushstories.com/stories/straight-sex/the-tales-from-the-tavern-i-lied-to-you.aspxNo number required. :)
London, February 1821 John strode across the bustle of Piccadilly, the wide road alive with people even at this late hour. He was glad to turn his steps towards home and to disappear into the huddle of dark streets that was Soho. He felt more at ease here in the shadows than he did in the melee of the West End. There, flaming torches lit the way, gilding the streets with an orange glow...
Added 26 Nov 2016 | Category Historical
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London, Spring 1816 He clearly remembered when he first became aware of a hint of unease; a sense of otherworldly darkness. Before then in his life, of course, he had moments of disquiet in terms of worry and fretting, but they were normal daylight concerns. He remembered as if from a great distance his medical training in the cool grey light of Edinburgh, his careful studies...
Added 07 Jun 2016 | Category Historical
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It had seemed a good idea to hitch a lift into Bristol at the time, as Doctor Moffatt was driving in that direction. It’s not as though he would have had a full night in his own bed anyway, roused at the break of dawn to trundle around the countryside in unreliable buses. This way he would have to spend the night at the railway station, but at least he would not risk arriving late back at...
Added 24 Apr 2016 | Category Flash Erotica
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Simon sat at a table in a back room of the tavern nursing his glass of red wine. It was normally a raucous place after a performance at the theatre but tonight the atmosphere was strangely subdued. He stared into the candle stub, its flame flickering smokily as he recalled the afternoon’s entertainment. A new play at The Rose, particularly for an avid play goer, was something to look forward...
Added 06 Jan 2016 | Category Historical
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Doctor Simon Foreman sat at his desk in a comfortably appointed house a few streets back from the South Bank of the River Thames, using the early morning hours of watery sunshine to scribble up his case notes. Always an early riser, he was in the habit of setting aside this precious time to write up his treatment of each patient that he had attended to the day before, rather than risking...
Added 20 Nov 2015 | Category Historical
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Helena waved off the happy couple as they departed down the rutted driveway in the somewhat old fashioned carriage and as she went indoors she felt a sense of dread falling upon her. The preparations for her sister’s wedding, modest though the occasion was, had distracted her from the consequences of that match. She looked around the shabby drawing room, now empty of revellers as they were...
Added 07 Sep 2015 | Category Historical
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There had seldom been couples as striking as you both looked that evening. He wore a tailored black suit and an anthracite tie in a Windsor knot. You had tried your new evening dress. It had a famous name and evanescent laces of black and white, diving in an indecent décolleté. Your beautiful, slender neck, held high by antique jewelry. You were young and brilliant; sexy, and you knew it. ...
Added 16 Jan 2016 | Category Love Stories
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