Update 12/4/2016 - My output has slowed dramatically in the last few months or so, and that's probably for the best, as I think my more recent stuff is better. I learned a lot by banging out a lot of stories in a short amount of time, stories that were hopefully not godawful. Along the way I've dropped the threads of a few series that I hope to go back to and finish. It will be interesting (at least for me) to see how the ends differ from the beginnings. Please bear with me as I give some of those older ideas the time I hope they deserve.[I'm always happy when people post pictures on my profile, but I do very little of that myself. I try to keep only pictures of special appeal on my profile, so I often delete ones I don't love. Please don't take it personally.]I'm not here to find playmates, though I won't deny that there is some frisson that comes with discussing the idea for or details of a story with another writer. I write these stories primarily for me, in the sense that each has to please me and turn me on for me to want to write it. I've started and abandoned plenty of stories that just weren't doing it for me. That said, I love the idea that others are enjoying the fruits of my imagination. If you like what you read, I'm always very grateful for your votes, encouragement, and comments. (And if you don't like what you read, I'm open to friendly criticism.)
Monday, that feeling when you load and set the coffee maker, but for some reason the damn thing doesn't make the coffee on time.
Well, it's up, for better or worse. https://www.lushstories.com/stories/love-poems/instruments-of-pain.aspxYou all should read VirgoGo's and Laura's. Really good stuff. (I know a lot of the regulars have submitted stuff I haven't gotten to yet but I will.)
Congratulations, Jeff. The award is well-deserved. Scowling unhappily at my poem. Now it's at the "finished" point, meaning either I a) become really frustrated, say "fuck it" and trash it entirely or b) become really frustrated, say "fuck it" and submit it. These mods vetting these poems deserve some kind of special praise. I did the same with mine, and went with plan b.The good news, for them, as well as for any of you who choose to read it, is that it comes in at a whopping 71 words. It's called "Instruments of Pain."
sure is quiet in here. don't people drink on Sundays?
Hear, hear. I say double Rachel's salary, Nicola. <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/laughing9.gif" alt="laughing8"> From what I've heard, multiplying her salary by an order of magnitude wouldn't cost the site too much more than it does now... ;)
Congrats Verbal! Now your front page will be extra cool looking! Well done!Drinks are on me! (Bill, this means they go on my tab. This "tab," however will not be paid any sooner.)
Stop giggling! I was going to say, "What's so funny?"
I'm not a huge fan of the pseudo-incest stories either, the ones where "step" just precedes the relationship title at some point and sort of magically makes the story acceptable, though I have seen some that have been well done, and where the taboo element isn't the only thing driving the effectiveness of the story.That said, I did write a step-sibling story once, but I'd decided that what I really wanted to do was put 2 18-yr-olds under the same roof, and so having them be step-siblings made that work. In mine, we learn that their respective parents have just married each other, which made the pair step siblings starting at age 18. If it weren't for their parents' marriage, they could have been a couple in school. I was curious about what would happen with views by making it be a taboo story, and boy did that story fly up in terms of views. It's my 2nd most viewed story on the site. It's called " Steps in the Attic ," which was supposed to be a cute reference to "Flowers in the Attic."Speaking of "poor moderators," I'm working on a poem as well. It's not even close to done, but its saving grace will be that its word count will likely be in the dozens, not thousands or even hundreds.How's everyone doing? about 11 am here on the east coast, so not too early for something like a mimosa or bloody mary, or just a shot of bourbon, I guess.
I think a forum sit preview option would be great. Yes, there are workarounds (in addition to a test preview post you can also just have another window open to a current forum post and refresh it after updating your sig), but it would great to have it right there. (Being able to save sigs in their entirety for later use would be nice as well).
Sticks and stones are vicious things, The hurt they bring intense. Whips and chains make chosen pain In careful increments. Words are better -- stronger tools. Brutal, ruthless, savage. They break no bones -- those truths, those lies. More potent is their damage. Your words, my love, they changed my life; I died the day I met you. You said you loved me, said, “Forever.” I wish...
Added 26 Mar 2017 | Category Love Poems
Sweat trickled down my neck, uncomfortable in the late June heat. I pushed a strand of hair off my face with my arm, careful not to use the muddy gardening glove. Everyone always thought the best part of being a teacher was summer vacation, but this summer had been the most boring of my life, and it wasn’t even close to halfway through. I woke early each day, too hot to stay in bed. Peter...
Added 17 Mar 2017 | Category Cheating
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Dawn tried to break, feeble and pasty behind clouds spitting down on the grey, slick streets. I turned off my headlights; I didn’t need to advertise I’d been driving all night. The rain was coming down harder now, from low, thick clouds. The night didn’t want to give up, and neither did the whores, who were still out in force. Good thing, because I was looking for one. I flicked on the...
Added 20 Jan 2017 | Category Hardcore
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The booze softened the surprise, but seeing her was still a punch to the gut. For a moment I couldn’t breathe; all the air in the plush bar felt sucked away. Pam slid onto the stool beside me as comfortably as if the intervening years had been nothing more than a barfly’s hiccough. “Mike Ross, you’re a welcome sight,” she said casually, the way you’d comment about the weather. Her...
Added 26 Oct 2016 | Category Fetish
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I found the picture unexpectedly, as you often do when you’re not looking for something. It was in the pages of an old book that had traveled with me more than half my life, even though the presence of the old polaroid there was proof that I hadn’t opened the book since I had used it as a hasty hiding place right before going to college twenty-five years ago. Christina. Kristina. Khrystina?...
Added 03 Nov 2014 | Category Seduction
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“Miss Burlington, Mr. Slater will see you now.” The senior partner’s attractive secretary gestured Anne towards the door, with a knowing smile. She hadn’t been told what it was about, just that he wanted to see her, and she had spent the morning until the 10 a.m. meeting time in a state of nervousness. She rose and approached the door. Her heart hammering, she entered the plushly...
Added 17 Aug 2014 | Category Spanking
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When you go back for your twenty-fifth reunion at FPU, everything is designed to make you feel that nothing has changed. They even put you up in the dorms, often a room you lived in, to raise the nostalgia to maximum check-writing levels. I wasn’t too surprised to find that I’d been assigned the room I’d lived in as a junior. The room looked the same. Built in the 40s, the dorm was designed...
Added 31 May 2016 | Category College Sex
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Every four years, the TV networks design their “Road to the Games” mini-bios about the athletes to stir the heartstrings. With moving soundtracks, they go on and on about perseverance, courage, and just about every type of sacrifice. I haven’t seen my profile yet. When it comes to sacrifice, it probably doesn’t say anything about backroom blowjobs. Or worse. “Runners, to your marks...” As...
Added 13 Aug 2016 | Category Reluctance
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My husband has a guy. The kind all men want to have, the kind who gets them the things they can’t get themselves. Coke and weed, hard-to-get tickets, and most importantly, access. “Courtside for the Knicks? No problem, let me call my guy.” “Backstage with the Stones after the show? I can get us in -- I know someone.” “Front-row-center for Hamilton , and then a meet-and-greet...
Added 15 Jun 2016 | Category Cheating
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Jenny caught the tall freshman boy she’d chosen coming back to his room from the shower. He was holding his towel closed around his narrow hips. She kept her voice almost steady, “Would you like a blowjob, right now?” He nearly dropped his towel at her question. His body was smooth and sleek, his back in the shape of a V, the product of hours of swim practice. She felt her face redden....
Added 04 Dec 2016 | Category Oral Sex
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