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All I can say about RR's is that they're both terribly rewarding and terribly intimidating at the same time. I received a RR for the very first piece I submitted to the site, and I was literally paralysed with fear writing the next piece. It took a while to settle down. I strive for perfection, and yes, I like my RR's, but I equally appreciate the time that mods and verifiers put into evaluating (and once, rejecting a truly crappy piece that ended up in the permanent round file) what I submit. IMHO the whole system works well enough, aside from the occasional "revenge" score threat (so far, I've managed to block people fast enough for it not to happen) for not engaging in the "sexy chat" with some idiot who is reading something and sees me come online.
There is a fetish for literally everything .
People need to understand that those who are truly transgender--as is a very close friend, FTM--have felt "trapped" in the wrong body literally for as long as they can remember. The fact that most don't actually start making the physical transformation until adulthood, because that's when you have both the freedom and the money to undergo the hormonal and surgical requirements (in L.'s case, mastectomy plus hormones) to achieve the physiognomy that matches what you really are, doesn't mean they suddenly "decided" to be or "switched" to the opposite sex. This whole fuss over people--especially men--somehow "deciding" to switch is just that--a fuss. If you are truly transgender, believe me, you go out of your way to not be obvious about it. This is true for sure with FTM transgendered individuals, and from my limited, tangential acquaintance with a MTF transgendered woman, same deal. It took L. a loooong time before he would even go into a men's restroom, and ditto for Dr. B., going into a women's restroom. Both will still always choose to go into a single occupant or "family" restroom if the option is available. As to the "my taxes aren't going to pay for individual restrooms in (insert public place)" argument, screw that. My oldest's newly built high school has incorporated multiple individual-occupant ADA compliant restrooms and shower rooms into its design, which also happen to be perfect for--and preferred by--LGBT individuals. Are you going to argue that your taxes shouldn't be used to pay for upgrades or the installation of facilities that are ADA compliant? And it should be pointed out that men --generally heterosexual men--have been using restrooms, male and female, as predatory grounds since forever. Ask me how I know.
The scene in "Field of Dreams" where the little boy ("Rookie!") steps off of the field and transforms into the elderly physician, to save the little girl from choking, and then the whole cast--the "ghost" players, and those off the Field--realises that he can never go back. That pause before the little boy steps across the baseline always kills me. And I invariably tear up when "Doc" crosses back across the Field and disappears into the cornfield, with hails from the "ghost" players.
I really need to check in more often...like Warlock said, some of these threads are just amazing.IMHO, you either agree with the site rules, and play by those rules, respecting the mods and, to the extent possible, other members, or you take your proverbial ball and go home. The mods, especially a select few (and they know, I hope, who they are), literally bust their collective arses essentially being playground guards instead of doing what they signed up to do, which I am pretty sure was be anything but a playground guard. It's tiring, I'm sure, and the fact that they stick around is a blessing to the site and to every single member.Engaging in a flame war with another member? In another country or on an another continent entirely? Because why? What does one get out of that? I don't understand, and I suppose I never will. <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/confused1.gif" alt="confused1">
Messing about before bed.
Maybe? I don't know. Almost without exception, since childhood, I've just dropped off a cliff into sleep, and woken up just as abruptly. No memories of dreams. One recurring nightmare that hits me once or twice a year, but that's hardly erotic.
Tea. My wife always knew when I'd drank a lot of it, because it apparently made cum bitter as all hell. You need to try drinking different teas...I must down eight or nine glasses (not cups--glasses, Lebanese-style), at least, of tea, per day. Usually Murchie's No. 10 or P&G Tips, sometimes Murchie's Wedding Blend, black with sugar in the fall/winter and black iced with sugar in the summer; the advent of bottled sweet and unsweetened teas has, while not exactly delicious, made it even easier to consume vast quantities of tea per day. I do usually cut the bottled stuff 50% with water, but I don't think it would matter either way.I don't eat much meat, I don't eat anything particularly pungent, immediately or when digested (asparagus with Hollandaise once a year or so, on Christmas, but I'm smart enough to divert oral attention away from my pussy in the next couple of days), I do drink a lot of tea (also, coffee), but that keeps me well-hydrated, and I've always been told (and tasted myself) that my pussy has sort of a blandly sweet taste. Which I guess is good. So either your wife was lying, because G-d knows I love performing fellatio, and I've yet to fellate a fellow tea drinker (or any guy, with any kind of dietary habit, actually) whose cum I would actually verbally complain about, or she was looking for an excuse to avoid performing oral sex on you, which is/was her prerogative but that excuse? Kind of a lame one, IMHO, given that tea is consumed daily in vast quantities, and in various degrees of concentration, by men and women around the world. I think the absolute worst thing that a guy can consume prior to fucking my mouth and throat or even just my pussy is nothing--at least nothing liquid. Dehydration, even mild dehydration, causes cum to be both thicker (and thus more difficult to swallow, and "stickier") and far, far more bitter and just unpleasant tasting. The "stickier" thing comes (no pun intended) into play the next morning, when instead of politely running out of me and rinsing away in the shower, the cum sort of chunks out, which is exactly as gross as it sounds.
Pay attention, folks. One day your kids will be studying Liz Jones' poetry in their English Lit classes. She's that good. And this is coming from a girl that isn't really into poetry OR romance . The Scarlet Seductress put her spell on me years ago. This. Especially the poetry and romance part. Liz can bust that out and make it interesting enough to force me to read all the way through. You're terrifically gifted, and Lush is blessed to have you, Liz.<img src="/forum/images/emoticons/pourwine.gif" alt="Pour Wine">
Lovely to make your acquaintance twice over now...I'd happily go for thrice or more. You're brilliant, as both a person and as a writer. The Lush community as a whole benefits from the presence, both in the Forums and as a writer, of someone like you, R. <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/bighugs.gif" alt="Big Hugs"> Now, if I could just get over my jealousy of your badge count.... <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/angry7.gif" alt="angry7">
This was not what she intended at all when she walked into the Yale Street pub. She’d meant to have a soothing after work shot or two of Drambuie, call it good, and head home. Not this. Certainly not this. Yet here she was, bent over for all to see, in the half-lit darkness of the alley behind the bar--she wasn’t even sure it was the same one that she’d walked into. Forehead and hands...
Added 23 Sep 2015 | Category Flash Erotica
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How did she come to be as she was currently? It had been an eminently ordinary first date, arranged by mutual friends, marked with the usual pleasantries and peppered with the occasional curious question about each other’s work and life in general. They’d shared a single bottle of 1997 Chateau Ste. Michelle gewurtztraminer, not enough to make her drunk, nor even slightly tipsy. Really,...
Added 26 Jan 2015 | Category Straight Sex
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It was hot, unusually so for the temperate marine climate of Seattle, and so she was as naked as could be without being fully so--stripped down to her pink and black lace bra and matching tanga cut pink and black lace panties. Still, at ten o’clock at night, with the house a balmy 26c, that wasn’t enough. She needed to go outside, needed to feel the cooling night air against her skin, needed...
Added 04 Aug 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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She stripped out of her scrubs in the hospital locker room, tossed them into the soiled laundry bin, and stepped into one of the twenty identical shower stalls, pulling the plastic curtain shut behind her. The hot, just shy of scalding water hit her surprised skin and began washing away the disinfectant smell of work, to replace it with the rose scent of her perfumed body wash. She loved...
Added 04 Jul 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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I know now, what I did not know then. I know now that your scars run too deep to be kissed away, that my love and devotion would be nothing in the face of your pain. I know now that no amount of my attention, my need, my willingness to give up my everything to you, would do anything to keep you with me, to keep you as my partner and my lover. Perhaps it is better that I did not know...
Added 02 Jun 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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Soulless, silent, I am the woman of your dreams, even as I haunt your nightmares. I am everything and nothing at once, taking on the form necessary to take from you your very essence, to spill your mortal seed, my demon mouth and condemned cunt warm, wet and welcoming in perpetuity. Endless, insufferable want drives me on, drives me from bed to bed, man to man. I am damned to...
Added 25 May 2014 | Category Supernatural
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She was sitting in one of the two deep, mahogany coloured leather chairs positioned by the fire in the Hunt Club, a long white cigarette dangling carelessly from her slim, manicured fingers, when I first saw her. When I first fell in lust with her, rather. Her red slingback stiletto heels dangled from her stockinged feet, and her red silk sheath dress had slipped up just enough to reveal a...
Added 20 May 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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She walked into the corporate clean Starbuck’s, the chairs all neatly swept of crumbs, the faux mahogany inlay tables sparkling, as if they had never had a cup of coffee rested upon them. The store was crowded, relentlessly polite baristas working furiously to satisfy the needs of caffeine-deprived customers, and she fell into queue behind the last of these customers. She was dressed for...
Added 15 May 2014 | Category Oral Sex
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Arriving at the firing range, a nondescript white building dropped into the middle of an industrial district, she unloaded her range bag and gear from the boot of her car. Jeans, black v neck lightweight sweater, nothing special, just another morning to be spent throwing lead at paper and steel targets in preparation for competition. She noticed that her instructor’s car wasn’t in the parking...
Added 09 May 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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The motel room was small with just one queen size bed and a threadbare chair looking awkwardly out of place, as if someone had just reached through the roof of this dank place and left it there. There was a distinct smell of cigarettes and desperation, of cheap, hurried sex and the comfort not of skin on skin but of plastic bottles of vodka. So this is where he had chosen to meet, she...
Added 03 May 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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