I'm mostly (95%) here to write. A recent review. Oceanrunner - "A literary handjob." --Burquette. [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.)
Same here sweetie, though I am guessing he may feel ganged up on now! <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/evil6.gif" alt="evil4"> "There was a ship!..."(bonus points if you can get the reference without google."
oh! oh! ask me! i know that one! *bounces on toes, hand raised in the air* I feel so not in the know.
oh, witty one. Can you help me with my poem please? Can i just borrow this and call it passion? my fees are reasonable, and negotiable...
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Edit. deleted. wasn't worth it.
<img src="/forum/images/emoticons/icon_clown.gif" alt="clown"> PS. Has anyone ever scored by sneaking onto a baseball field with your significant other and getting it on home plate? Now that's scoring! There is also humping in a football end zone! Fun! Now that's really taking the baseball metaphor to heart. Do you start making out on first? then when things get a little hotter and heavier move to second? etc? ;)
Aww...Bill. Terrence isn't cranky, he's just misunderstood. Did you want me to bring him over so you can pet him too? Look, he's almost purring....no, nope, not a purr. Back away slowly and everything will be fine. In other news, I'm a dead woman walking as soon as Hannah wakes up. Maybe a nice pear cider before I die? Chased with two double bourbons, neat?I just WhatsApped her, advising her that due to circumstances beyond my control (read: sons) I am unable to finish even a semblance of a poem. It was nice knowing all of you. There once was a writer named Jen,Who, armed with a paper and pen,Tried to write a great poemThat really would show 'emThe passion 'twixt women and men.This writer, who called herself Hera,Then made a colossal big error.She told Hannah she'd do it.But couldn't get through itAnd now flees to the hills in sheer terror.
The Opening of Misty Beethoven. It was the porn version of Pygmalion / My Fair Lady. And it was pretty damned good.
Speaking of good comp entries...I thought this was outstanding https://www.lushstories.com/stories/erotic-poems/silver-night.aspx
I didn’t think I’d made any particular sound of pleasure when I stepped into the shower, but clearly I had. My shoulders felt knotted and stiff, as much from yesterday’s workout as from the time of day. I let the water sluice the sleep from my eyes; it was perfect. “Whatcha doing in there?” Becky’s voice surprised me, only a few feet away. I hadn’t heard her come into the bathroom. Not...
Added 19 Apr 2017 | Category Masturbation
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Dare me, and I'll do it. I'm predictable that way. That's how I wound up on AshleyMadison, flirting with married guys. A girlfriend had dared me to make a profile. Once on AM, I found Mike. It didn't take long for him to find that lever and use it against me too; it wasn’t rocket science. My profile teaser announced, “Just here on a dare.” He dared me to blow him before I kissed him or...
Added 12 Apr 2017 | Category Oral Sex
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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 I could...
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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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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I awoke the next morning to a delicious feeling, one I was becoming increasingly used to. It took me a while to realize where I was as I woke up in Kristina’s apartment, her bed, and her mouth. She sucked me gently, her tongue fluttering around my head. I looked down at her and quickly got my bearings. It was the morning after our date. With cloak-and-dagger intrigue, we had arranged to...
Added 06 Mar 2016 | Category MILF
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