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They certainly are, Jill. I'm glad this one looks to be a fun place.
RX and Diversified have reminded me of why I like a girl with a little extra meat. Those slinder things are wonderful to look at but they seem to break much too easily. A broken chick is no fun at all and may be looking for revenge.
Pixie, we are not all clueless. However, men have been trying to figure out women for eons. We are not mind readers, you know. Women cry for a host of reasons, including something dumb they saw on TV. If you tell us what's bothering you, we may be able to do something about it. Until you start talking, a good hug is all we can give you ladies.
Yes, I do get turned on while writing the first draft or rewrite of a story. After that, not so much. By then, I'm concentrating more on the technical, spelling, and gramatical errors and not the eroticism of my stories.
I prefer using the first person prospective, but I will sometimes use the third person or overview style. I avoid mixing prospectivies in any one story. I think that shows a lack of knowledge of the rules of English grammar. Shock of shocks, there really are rules. Though I don't claim to be an authority on English composition, I try my best. My strongest advise is to proof-read your work before submitting it. If it flows smoothly as your read, it will probably be acceptable to most of your readers. Even writings for the internet should at least stick to the basics of good grammar to avoid as much confusion as possible.
Catnip, you may also try love tunnel or hot hole. I usually try to use a term that is not too repetative and gives the impression I want. I don't always succeed. To me, cunt gives a cruder or rougher impression that pussy. For example: Joe rammed his cock deep into her cunt. Or, Joe slid his cock gently into her tender pussy or love tunnel. Just run your sentence over in your head and go with what feels good to you. Remember, you must write to please yourself. There will always be readers who will praise your work or complain about it. Please yourself first. And finally, please proof read and use spell check. Good luck!
Like the other shooting sports, frequency is self limited by the amount of ammo available.
When Sally got home from her first date with Billy, she headed straight to the bathroom. She took a long hot bubble bath. Her freshly deflowered pussy was quite sore, and she thought a bath would help. She also wanted to remove the aroma of sex she knew would be all over her body. After washing herself, Sally blissfully soaked in the hot water and day-dreamed about her new boyfriend and lover. ...
Added 16 Mar 2015 | Category Love Stories
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I was four-years-old when the neighbors had a baby. I only vaguely remember them bringing her home for the first time. They had named their baby girl Sally. I remember being taken by my parents to the neighbor's house to meet Sally. Her mom called my mom on the phone and asked us to come see their new baby. I remember lagging behind my mom as we went in their door. Sally's mother called out...
Added 11 Jan 2015 | Category Love Stories
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Naina was visibly shaking with excitement as the Gulfstream touched down on the strip behind the Price home. Abby saw Naina's nervousness. She took the teen's hand and led her off the plane and down the steps to the ground. Master Price followed the girls off the plane and briefly spoke to them, “Welcome home, Naina. I think you will have an exciting life here. Abby, show Naina to the...
Added 01 Sep 2014 | Category Interracial
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For the second consecutive growing season, the monsoons had failed to arrive over the Indian rice paddies. Without the heavy annual rainfall, the Nalwali family had been unable to produce their customarily bountiful crop of top quality rice. It was the proceeds from the rice crop that allowed the Nalwali family to not only survive but to provide the resources to keep the land they farmed....
Added 31 Aug 2014 | Category Interracial
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Mit Has Gotten Her Answers My daughter Tiffany doesn’t understand why her best friend, Mitali Singh, no longer attends their high school ball games on Friday nights. The answer is simple and complicated at the same time. Tiff’s friend Mit has become my lover. Tiff usually leaves the house to join the other cheerleaders around six P.M. Mit arrives shortly thereafter. I...
Added 30 Aug 2014 | Category Love Stories
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It had been several months since I had spent time with my daughter Tiffany’s best friend, Mitali. The memory of giving that sweet thing her first orgasm while the tip of my tongue lapped up her pussy’s juices and showing her how to give a good blowjob was still fresh in my mind. Unfortunately, lately she always seemed busy. I only saw her briefly whenever she came to visit Tif, or they...
Added 29 Aug 2014 | Category First Time
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I am Lucky Smith. With a name like Smith, my mother must have figured I needed a first name that was a little different. Since my father was nowhere to be found, she wanted to give me a bit of an edge over the crowd. It must have worked. Except for my selection of a wife, I have become quite successful in life. Mother also instilled in me a frugal nature. If I wanted something...
Added 28 Aug 2014 | Category First Time
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Jade was a beautiful young lady who lived on the outskirts of London, England. At nineteen years of age, she stood five feet seven inches tall and weighed approximately eight stone, or one hundred and twelve pounds. Her slender body and long legs made her look taller than she actually was, especially when she wore heels. Her long shapely legs added to the allure of Jade's tempting looks....
Added 27 Aug 2014 | Category Love Stories
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Karma Has Its Way: Part III Ron and Seema had dinner that evening at the American consulate. Over dinner, their conversation covered many of Seema’s new duties as Ron’s Personal Assistant. The pay he offered was more than generous. She would have private quarters in Ron’s home to which she would have the only key. The American Ambassador to India joined them as desert was served....
Added 23 Aug 2014 | Category Love Stories
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Once in the couch room, Seema found a darkened corner and had Ron sit on the couch. She had him lean back and slide down until his hips were on the edge. Ron was practically lying on the couch. This was how she had seen Jenny position her earlier customers. Seema then nervously slipped her thin robe off her shoulders. She draped it over the end of the small couch. She sat next to Ron, who...
Added 22 Aug 2014 | Category Exhibitionism
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