Things I'm not:1. Your "Master"2. Your "daddy"3. Your therapistAnything else, just ask.
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Fowler's is an excellent read (if very dated). I had a copy on my bookshelf at one of my old jobs; if ever I was to look something up in it I'd probably still be reading it half an hour later.
I can't see what was wrong with the original one https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/b/b9/First-google-logo.gif
The beta blockers shouldn't stop you from enjoying a good long walk. Even on the drugs, your body will tell you if you're pushing it too far; listen to it and either slow down or stop.Unless you're really trying to maintain a high heart rate the blockers shouldn't interfere with your exercise. Walking has so many benefits for mind as well as body, maintaining a good walking schedule should help you come off the beta blockers when you're ready.
Happy birthday, Essex girl. Hope you get spoilt rotten xxx
Hilarious, since when are put downs and mud slinging "honest opinions"? Go tell this to the gays and lesbians after you finish telling them what twisted perverts you see them as being. Then, you can move on to those who are "into" feet or latex or... But hey, your spanking thing... why... there's nothing wrong with that, right? You have a right to FEEL whatever you please and do or NOT DO whatever you please. BUT, when you start chucking rocks you really need to make sure YOUR glass house is rock proof. Spanking is weird. People are well within their rights to think it's fucking gross - and if they want to do that, fine. I wouldn't bleat about them judging anyone who does like it. I've never hidden the fact that my name and avatar are merely there to attract attention - and it works brilliantly.Feet, latex... pantie sniffing... all signs of some kind of arrested sexual development... perversions. Things that, ostensibly, should not provide sexual gratification.As I said, comparing kink to sexuality is a flawed argument. Being gay or lesbian or bi or straight is about what you are fundamentally; kinks are just a subset of those.
What a sadly predictable thread. Someone posts something about a particular kink, some people give their own honest opinion on it and then a load of people jump on those opinions and start screaming "DON'T JUDGE ME! YOUR OPINIONS ARE WRONG! YOU'RE NOT IN THE LIFESTYLE YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND!" Of course YOU know it's nothing to do with incest but can you, with 100% certainty, know that your partner thinks the same. That's when, for me, it's starts to get creepy.Comparing your kink to sexuality, is a flawed argument. Actual paedophiles try to use the same argument to defend their kink.No one likes to be told they're weird and creepy but just because you don't see something as weird doesn't mean it's not. For me, family play - no matter how innocent - belongs in the same subset as scat, knife play, rape fantasy, asphyxiation and similar. Yes, consenting adults should be allowed to practice these if they so wish (within reason) - but I will defend my right to judge people who like that (often literal) shit as freaks and/or perverts."It makes me feel loved and special when he crimps one off on my tits!"I could expand, go through the psychological dangers of infantilising sex and dehumanisation (don't even get me started on pet play) but I can't be arsed.
Foot position can be an indication that someone's mind is elsewhere. There's a theory that because they're the furthest thing from the brain they are the things act the most naturally and most likely to give you away.Next time you're in a room full of people, note how many feet are subconsciously pointed towards the most attractive person in the room
Maybe they're attracted to the tease. The aloof girl - she who seems unobtainable.It's easy to be attracted to something you can't have, you don't have to think about what you'll do when you finally get it. Do you even know what you want from him?
At school I was told to use full stops for abbreviations, when I started working in publishing in the early 90s I was told to never use them.They're messy, especially at the end of a sentence (eg, "In 1972, they joined the E.E.C..").
The Guardian Style Guide says "OK is OK, okay is not"The Oxford Manual of Style prefers OKCollins dictionary is happy with both but refers to "okay" as a variant
The lunchtime rush has long since subsided, I have plenty of tables to choose from. Alone at a low table for two in my favourite coffee house, a welcome respite from the daily grind, I relax into my upholstered chair with a copy of the evening paper. My eyes flick between stories of international tragedy, financial uncertainty and society parties. This place is so familiar to me; I can...
Added 01 May 2014 | Category Flash Erotica
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Reed is a lover, a bounder, a rake, Where hearts are wanting, he’s there on the take. In low conversations of hearts in need, Whispered enquiries: “Have you tried Reed?” Effortless grace and boundless urbanity; He thinks of himself, a gift to humanity. This little boy blue will blow your horn, A smile to wear for one's rivals to scorn. Simple gratification with minimal fuss, A tick...
Added 29 May 2013 | Category Love Poems
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Her heels clacked as she strode purposefully across the parquet floor of the small, independent art gallery. It was late morning, midweek in early November and she almost had the place to herself. She had plenty of time and space to enjoy any of the exhibits, but she was there for just one small photograph. "Une fleur de Créteil", Emile LeFevre, Daguerreotype, Paris 1847 revealed the...
Added 24 May 2013 | Category Flash Erotica
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Let's talk about sex and drugs. Two drugs in particular: amphetamines and opiates. Not the dodgy kind you buy from a guy who "knows someone" - no, the natural kind, the drugs that are made inside our own bodies. When we first fall in love with someone - and we're in that passionate maelstrom - we can't eat, we're distracted, we blush, get butterflies in our stomach, our libido goes through...
Added 06 Nov 2012 | Category Fetish
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After a hard day of meetings, I stepped on the train at York with a two and half hour journey back to London ahead of me. I was feeling pretty pleased with myself; the day had been long and productive but they'd be no more work today. No checking emails, no planning, just unwind on the train with the crossword and a couple of cans. My day had been going well but it was about to get a lot better....
Added 14 Oct 2011 | Category Masturbation
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Dedication: This story is just a bit of fun and is respectfully dedicated to all the tireless story checkers on Lush, whose hard work makes this site possible and who have to put with rubbish like this every day. Also, thanks must go to Fugly, whose story "Bag of Lush All Sorts" was the inspiration for this piece. I was in only my second month at Global Biofuels and still finding my way...
Added 26 Sep 2011 | Category Taboo
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This has to stop I can't do this anymore I've neglected my life For too long The guilt is too much Please be happy for me I'll always think of you I'm deleting this account I've closed my facebook I've changed my number I'm moving house You won't see me You won't hear from me Until I need to have you...
Added 16 Mar 2011 | Category Love Poems
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Disclaimer: The characters here are all ficticious, as are the events. Any similarities to anyone "real" are purely coincidental. Husband dropped off at the station, kids dropped off at school, Karen lay back on her sofa and logged on. Four unread messages, three friends online - the screen advised her. Within seconds the first request to chat appeared. Martin says: I'm so glad...
Added 02 Mar 2011 | Category Straight Sex
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Heidihad almost forgotten what dry clothes felt like. Two months in the rain forest had been an unbelievable experience but the constant heat, humidity and hammering rain was wearing. She knew how lucky she was to be here - in her first year at Cambridge and invited to join one of the most important studies into Pre-Columbian anthropology, spear-headed by Randall: the foremost authority on...
Added 28 Feb 2011 | Category Supernatural
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I need to open my eyes. Come on, wake up. I blearily blink my eyes. I’m lying on my back; naked in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. How long have I been asleep? Why am I still wearing my watch? I turn my head to the right and see her. She’s lying in the bed on her side with her back to me, propped up on one elbow. Naked as well, from what I can see. The rhythmic tapping telling...
Added 28 Dec 2010 | Category College Sex
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