I'm a shy, insular sort of person, easily affected emotionally. I love a good blub at the movies - if the ending warrants it. Some music also does it for me ('Dido's Lament' at anyone's funeral). I'm a committed pacifist and environmentalist and worry constantly about global warming (and think that the nay-sayers are nuts). I grew tired of urban living over 20 years ago, seeking refuge in this quaint rural backwater called Herefordshire. Pursuits and pastimes: walking, cooking, photography, foreign travel. Joining Lush has been the best thing I've done in years. I've had some wild times, both in the Lush Rooms and via private chats. My hero is Bob Dylan (who I've seen live in concert 10 times) amd my favourite deceased hero is the English comedian Peter Cook. I quit full-time journalism some years ago, but still love writing. I have had two novels published and am working hard on a third, which will be set in my beloved Cuba. J.B. Morton (aka 'Beachcomber') was the funniest writer who ever lived, and the court transcripts of the trials of The Red-Beared Dwarfs are the best of his work. Favourite film stars? Kim Novak (natch!) and the incomparably-beautiful French actress Bulle Ogier. If I had the nerve to go to a fancy dress party dragged up, I would most certainly go as Bulle Ogier, wearing a copy of the costume she makes her entrance in as the cruel dominatrix in the BDSM classic 'La Maitresse'. I've now chalked up 18 Lush stories. My favourite? Probably 'Night Sleeper to Madrid', because the woman ticket inspector turns out to be extremely naughty and I've always adored being led astray by wanton women.
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Bit of both really. Though seeing the smile of satisfaction on his face is an added bonus.
Perfect your blow job techniques (practice makes perfect). There's nothing a man likes more than a superbly-performed bj!
Er. I think 'mentally ill' is probably pushing it. But I do have problems with an overweight middle-aged man who needs to wear red baseball hats, with small hands which he continues to wave at the cameras, an appaling diet (KFCs and Diet Coke, if Press reports are correct), and very few hours sleep (because he's on the phone slagging of Iran or Australia). I don't think we need to wish for grassy knolls. God will take care of it.
@ Her Royal Spriteness: Love supercalerificexpialigocious (?sp) too; but I think it would need to be shortened to s-c-x-g...or something equally memorable. Which Gav could turn into a lovely badge!
The late Leonard Cohen's 'Treaty' from 'You Want it Darker'. As moving a hymn as 'Hallelujah.'
By 'job', if you mean do I like writing fiction - whether as published books or short stories for Lush - then I love it to pieces!
The sublime Bulle Ogier being fucked (for real!) by Gerard Depardieu, while driving through the French countryside in her posh convertible, in the BDSM classic 'Maitresse'.
Rest in Peace, snuggled up alongside Mum.
The late Leonard Cohen's wonderful final album 'YOU WANT IT DARKER'. So poignant.
We're missing you already, Leonard! RIP.
I suppose I've been fascinated by voyeurism since my late teens. We lived in a house which backed onto woods. At evening times in spring and summer I would walk our dog there - though the real reason was to spy on the lovers who went there for sex. Whether they were stretched out naked, fucking in the grass, or fondling each other up against a tree, it never failed to get me hard. Once...
Added 21 Apr 2017 | Category Voyeur
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For several weeks a discreet classified advertisement had been appearing on the back pages of our community newspaper, listed under 'Sundry Local Services.' It was an invitation for local men to attend the new hospital's sperm donation unit, to give samples for use in artificial insemination. I had read articles in the national media that said donation levels had slumped by as much as 40%...
Added 24 Mar 2017 | Category Masturbation
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Bella sat expectantly astride one of the iron roof trusses high up in the roof of Madrid's Atocha rail terminus. Far below, passengers were filing off the sleeper train which had just arrived from Paris. She scanned the tiny figures in search of Professor Maurice Kershaw and his wife Ursula. Bella knew they were on this train, as she had spotted their names on the passenger manifest in the...
Added 12 Jan 2017 | Category Supernatural
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My wife and I discovered swinging (aka lifestyle) relatively late in our marriage. We were introduced to it by our neighbours Janet and Philip. Strictly speaking, it was Janet who first took my wife Susie in hand, during a shared showering session at the local golf club. Within a week, we had invited our neighbours round for a boozy barbecue in our secluded garden and were soon...
Added 06 Nov 2016 | Category Oral Sex
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Deep in the dark woods, something stirred. I knew instantly that I was growing a lovely erection. Although it was only early November, my wife had requisitioned our kitchen to start her Christmas food preparations. The mincemeat was half made (I sneaked a tot of brandy as I passed through); the Christmas cake mix sat in a huge bowl on the table where I like to read the weekend newspapers; and...
Added 19 Oct 2016 | Category Voyeur
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Sir Desmond Anstruther MC (Baronet) tapped the silver ferule of his walking stick irritably on the marble mosaic floor of the Wanderers Club in London's Pall Mall. He scowled at the elderly porter behind the mahogany reception desk. "My cab?" It wasn't so much an inquiry as a military-style reprimand. Noakes, the club's Head Porter, looked up nervously from his ledger and gave a discreet...
Added 03 Oct 2016 | Category Spanking
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Schoolboys have such a vivid imagination when it comes to sex. My most lasting cinematic memory, from days of afternoon truancy to the local cinema, is hunky Burt Lancaster and demure Deborah Kerr, cavorting on the water's edge in From Here to Eternity. ("Nobody ever kissed me the way you did.") In our boarding school's dormitory, we would endlessly discuss what happened next when,...
Added 04 Aug 2016 | Category Bisexual
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There was a huge difference in their ages, but that didn't seem to bother either of them. Molly was twenty one and straight out of university, whilst bookish Nick was in his sixties, though he was secretive (even to her) about exactly which part of the sixties he was currently in. Up to now it had been a platonic friendship, albeit laced with overt flirting on both sides. They had even...
Added 22 Jun 2016 | Category Oral Sex
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"The nurse will see you now." I got up and hobbled out of the over-heated waiting room, with its dog-eared magazines., down a corridor and into a brightly lit consulting room. Everything was white, including the neatly pressed uniform of the pretty, blonde practice nurse, seated at her desk. "Come and sit down Mr Tremlett. Now what seems to be the trouble?" She picked up a pen and placed...
Added 15 Jun 2016 | Category Oral Sex
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I never really knew my father. I had only just turned seven when Mum and Dad split up. He'd told her one night that he was going to set up home with his secretary (the usual scenario: middle-aged man trades in spouse for a younger, sportier model). Mum was devastated and grappled with acute depression for months, but managed to hold down her job, as a senior supervisor at our local...
Added 16 May 2016 | Category Straight Sex
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