Hi. I'm just a guy, you know - yeah, there's a comma there. I don't actually know you (unless that's some fantasy of yours, then maybe I'll be your secret admirer - winky face, winky face). I'm a Canadian who's been living in the US for the past decade. I'm pretty well educated about some things, and totally clueless about others. I can tell you about post-modernism (it comes after modernism), but I'm pretty much useless at home repair. I'm married to a wonderful woman who is not on Lush, and doesn't know I am. She has some personal sexual issues that she's trying to work through. I give her the space to do that without making her feel worse about it than she already does. Unfortunately, that means I'm left to 'take matters into my own hands' so to speak. Writing for this site allows me to explore my sexual side, which I think is preferable to going out and screwing around on her. Hey, look at that! I've been here for a year and a half! In that time, I've made a few friends and published a bunch of stories (including a 14-part novella), most of which I think are decent (the friends and the stories). For the moment, I feel that whatever it was I came here to work out has more or less been worked out, and the stories I wanted to tell have mostly been told, so I probably won't be writing (for Lush) as regularly as I have been the past year and half - at least not until the urge hits again. No point forcing it. I enjoy making friends and getting feedback on stories, but I'm not here looking for a relationship, or sex-chat. In fact, I'm actually kind of shy and reserved, and not likely to strike up a conversation. However, I am somewhat active on the forums when I see an interesting topic. As to what I like in stories, my tastes run fairly vanilla (with whipped cream, sprinkles, and a cherry on top). Foremost, I like stories to be well-written, and to build up a bit of suspense or tension, before the characters jump each other. Pacing is important. I like exhibitionism/ voyeurism, good girls making bad decisions, betting, games, dares, first times, and SEDUCTION (this should be the main element of any erotic story in my opinion). I dislike violence, pain, or humiliation. But enough about me, how about you?
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Just the right song for the present moment: https://www.youtube.com/embed/n5h0qHwNrHk
The only band I can think of that I've never heard a really bad song from is Built to Spill.Apart from that, I'll say Neil Young. He's written his fair share of shit over the past 50 years or so, but I admire that he's always followed his muse wherever it leads him, and so I'm willing to forgive him for a weak or ill-conceived album here and there.
Sometimes male orgasms can get a bit ridiculous, where the guy is pumping out buckets of semen, and shooting it all over the place.
i hate when say a girl's introduced to a sex interest and it's like 'her panties were soaked'. i mean, she met him thirty seconds ago. did she fucking wet herself? lolYes or this:Guy: Hey.Girl: Hi. Nice to meet you, random stranger. I'm 5'6" and 34DD. Guy: Let's fuck.Girl: Okay. Followed by 6-700 words of rough sex in which she has multiple squirting orgasms.
As for TPP... yipeeee!. Hey, a few here care, the few who knew what it meant for people power over the big corporates, big pharma... the people won. This is one thing we agree on, TPP and other free trade agreements have typically benefitted corporations, while screwing over the average person. TPP would have given foreign corporations the ability to sue governments to change policies they don't like (even if those policies are for the protection of the people and environment). Of course, cancelling TPP doesn't absolve Trump from all the other disastrous policies he's been pursuing. I don't think that TPP was worth what will/is happening with health care, education, environment, and immigration policies. Trump's wall has been ridiculous since he proposed it. His appointees are incompetent, scandalized, or both. He prioritizes minor personal vendettas over government business. And he's been a complete international embarrassment to the US. Yeah, TPP was a bad deal. But Trump is a much worse deal. I support neither.
Every woman having D cup tits and every guy having 7 or more inches downstairs. Would be nice to have some realistically described protagonists now and then. Yeah, I agree with this. Especially every guy packing a python in his pants. Actually, I think giving the characters' specific measurements in a story is one of the worst cliches. I've never had a woman pull out a ruler and measure me either like it's some kind of science project: "He was 6 and 3/16 of an inch long, and 4 and 5/8 inches in circumference. It was precisely the 12th largest cock she'd ever had in her life by cubic volume." I think you could cover all this by saying "He was average and unashamed." Similarly, I've admired many breasts in my life, but the extent of it has always been 'oh, those look nice.' I've never cared about her specific bra-size like I'm going to take her lingerie shopping. Big tits, little tits, firm tits, saggy tits, round tits, bouncy tits, (etc.) are all much better descriptors than a woman's measurements.
lesbians having sex with a dude. i mean, really. :) lol I'm guilty of this. It was actually based on a real-life friend of mine who was very certain she was a lesbian until she became attracted to a guy at her gym, which was very confusing for her. Eventually she married the guy, had children, and turned into a Stepford wife... but she seems happy, at least.
But what if you are a pretentious asshole? In that case, embrace it. Be the biggest pretentious asshole you can possibly be. Or get therapy.<img src="/forum/images/emoticons/evil6.gif" alt="evil4">
What are the worst cliches you've come across over and over again in erotic fiction?
When we start out as writers, we often begin as imitators. Pick your favourite author or handful of authors, and do your best to replicate their style. Of course, we aren't them, and the writing is often poor and derivative (I went through a Hunter Thompson phase that was particularly awful). College English Lit and Creative Writing programs are especially hazardous for the developing writer. However, somewhere along the way, with enough practice and experimentation, the better writers discover their own authentic writing voice (the rest wallow in mediocrity). I'm not entirely sure how this happens, but I might try to offer some advice. 1. Stop trying so hard to be literary. Nothing is a bigger turn-off than the obvious effort a writer puts into trying to impress the reader with their skills. It's needy and desperate. There is absolutely no excuse for writing in iambic pentameter, and it makes you sound like a pretentious asshole. 2. Ask yourself, "Do I sound like a pretentious asshole?" If you were at a party and someone came up to you saying the things you've written, are you going to have a drink with them, or are you going to get as far away from them as possible? Voice is more than just word choice, it's your personality. Think about that - writing is social, and good writers are people you'd want to hang out with (at least for as long as it takes to read their writing). 3. Writing is talking. This might belabour the previous point, but seriously try reading your work aloud. Would you talk to someone this way? Would you voluntarily let someone talk to you like this? If you're not sure what people sound like when they talk, then record some conversations with friends and transcribe them. Transcription forces you to listen carefully to the way people talk naturally. Trust me, none of your friends are speaking like characters from a Tolkien novel. 4. Enjoy yourself. Good writing is work, but it should be a pleasurable form of work. Give yourself to the process without worrying whether the end-product will be an award-winning masterpiece beloved by all. When you get into a flow of writing, you begin to shut down the editing part of yourself- the part that wonders whether what you're doing is any good or whether people will like it - and in that flow you're more likely to find your own voice.
As promised, Stephanie was waiting for me just outside the common room. She gave me a conspiratorial look. "Was it good for you?" she asked, winking. "Yeah," I answered. "How about you?" "Just what I needed," she replied with a proud smile. Other couples filtered back into the room over the next five minutes. Kayla and Stewart resumed their position at the front of the room. They began...
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"Hey, Javi," Stephanie said, popping her head around my office door. "Hey, Steph, what's up?" I answered, looking up from my computer screen where I'd been reviewing the last five years worth of multicultural research published in Communications Quarterly. "Nothing," she said. "Just going to grab some lunch at the Union. Want some?" "Sure," I replied, hitting 'save' on my work....
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The sun was beating down off the old black State highway. Outside must have been nearly a hundred degrees. Inside the Audi A4, the AC vents blew a cool hard seventy over Glenn's knuckles, as the speedometer flirted with ninety miles per hour. His eyes scanned the sides of the road for the telltale glint of sunlight from a cop's waiting roof-rack, but out here in the sticks there wasn't...
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What a waste of a beautiful Saturday afternoon , I thought to myself as I biked across town to meet with my group project partners. It was late April, and had been warm for awhile, but today was absolutely the most amazing day yet. People were out shopping, walking pets, or just enjoying the fresh air that carried more than the mere promise of summer. I pumped my legs harder, picking up...
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Ben stepped from his BMW into the cold December night. His ears were immediately assailed by an incessant ringing from the guy in the Santa suit suckering people for donations. "Merry Christmas," Santa called as he passed, trying to draw his attention. "Fuck off," Ben grumbled. "Get a real job." As Ben entered the front door of the building, a group of carolers was waiting to be buzzed...
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I don't mean to cause alarm But I'm hard as fuck, and Ready to blow at the sight of Half-mast cotton panties, pussy Peekaboo beneath tight skirt Stretched sheer across bent-over Buttocks on unmade bed sheets, You lie, waiting, expectant, Catching breath warm across Your tongue, arms spread, Fingers grasping, anticipating. I don't mean to cause alarm But I'm hard as fuck, with ...
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Courtney Willis strode confidently across the stage to an applauding crowd as the band played a watered down version of Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress. Her blonde hair flowed elegantly across her shoulders and back. The Late Night host, Craig Bateman, stood in front of his desk awaiting her. He was a tall, good looking older gentleman in a dark suit. She embraced him with a quick kiss on...
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For three days, Zoey completely shut me out. She didn't come to the office, and she wouldn't answer my calls, texts, or e-mails. She even blocked me on Facebook, which hurt the most. But I didn't give up. I kept sending her messages telling her how sorry I was, how much I hated losing her, and how I would give anything just to see her again, and talk things over with her. I worried that I'd...
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After that weekend, things around the house changed. We adopted a sort of communal free-love kind of arrangement between the four of us. Of course, it didn't happen all at once, but sex between each of the girls and I (or in a few instances between the girls themselves) gradually became more frequent and less secretive. Eventually it wasn't even a private thing at all. If two of us were...
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When I woke up the next morning, both Bri and Mel were using my chest as a pillow. Kris had already awoken, and was standing naked by the window. I lay there quietly admiring the sexy curves of her brown body. Her hair was unbrushed and still wild looking. After a minute, she turned and saw me watching her. "Good morning," she said in a quiet, groggy voice. "Good morning," I replied in...
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