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, especially humour. J.B. Morton (creator of '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'.
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Yes, me too. Frankly it would be disingenuous if you crashed into a 'relationship' without knowing anything about the other person.However...however...I like to be more adventurous when hooking up with others in the chat rooms and, as a matter of principle, won't slink off to read their profiles before talking to them. Doesn't always work. But sometimes produces nice surprises!
From where I'm sitting, it looks like Pandadreams' fave position is face-sitting. Performed by an expert, I could happily put up with that for the rest of my life.
I'm with pixiegirl (not literally, but I'm sure it would be wonderful!). Face-sitting - aka Queening - can be an incredibly intimate sharing position. The woman lowers herself - offers herself - onto her partner's face. Invites him to face-fuck her pussie with his mouth and tongue. Her 'gift' to him are her juices.
Right! How long have you got? For starters, let's outlaw the word 'porn'. I know...ancient Greek origins and all that. But in 2015 it equates with SLEEZE. Whereas...whereas, 'Erotica' is a LOVELY word. Light and fluffy and...oh, I don't know... just saying: 'Hey, let's be naughty together, shall we?' Agreed? Right! Porn is now an officially banned internet word. Like I**S. Stage two: hope you're following. class? NO, I've no objection if you're frigging your pussies or stroking, guys....Stage two is to get rid of all those silicone-enhanced slappers who think they can act. Act? They couldn't act themselves out of a toilet without wiggling those artificial bosoms! Sooooo, from now on, it's natural atributes only, to get on camera: tits and cocks.Stage three: perleaze...let's have some believeable plots! The French film industry did it back in the 1980s - post Emanulelle - but today it's as rare as a plausible excuse by Vladimir Putin.Then, my dears (new generic name, new stars, exciting adventures), we'll all be able to enjoy EROTICA.
Many congratulations, Frank! I'm especially encouraged by your stated intention for LP to bring out some 'really dirty books'. A good friend made a submission recently and told me he was worried that one of his stories was OTT. I don't think he needs to worry any more!
@ Lupus: and meet the deadline...that's the difficult bit, sweetie!
The 'Moon Glow' dance in 'Picnic', when William Holden and Kim Novak have that sensual slo-mo dance together, on the deck by the lake. I could watch it all night.
Soooooo love being spanked. Message me if you you'd like to try it via Lush.
Watch? WATCH? I'd join in, like a shot! Love mutual masturbation.
It's a dead heat. I love 'em both (all?).
"Come and sit down please, Melanie? I shan't keep you a moment." "Yes, Miss Abrahams." Melanie dutifully took a seat in front of the Deputy Headmistresses's huge mahogany desk. The middle-aged spinster, head bowed, continued to study a sheaf of documents in front of her. Melanie decided it was just bluff, designed to unnerve her. Finally, the woman slipped the papers into a plastic...
Added 29 Mar 2015 | Category Group Sex
"Oh dear! Did we have a little accident in the night, then?" Heavily-accented and in her best admonishing tone, the pretty young Scottish nurse looked down at the semen stain on Michael's bed sheet. "Err... wet dream, nurse." She took a step back and looked ascance at the muscular 36-year-old, her hands planted on her hips. "At your age, Mr Reynolds? I hardly think so; nocturnal emissions...
Added 03 Feb 2015 | Category Straight Sex
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Michael had been in Havana for four days and still hadn't got laid, despite the assurances of a work colleague (who had raved about Cuba as a holiday destination for singles) that it was 'as easy as falling off a log'. The hookers on the notorious Prada avenue were all dumpy and overweight and clad in lurid purple or orange lycra body suits, and there had been a recent police purge of the...
Added 17 Jan 2015 | Category Trans
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Tom realised he was lost. Hopelessly and utterly lost. And with the light fading fast, he probably had less than an hour to find shelter for the night. He knew exactly where he'd gone wrong; taken the wrong track at that three-pronged junction a mile back. But there wasn't time to back-track at this hour. Press on and hope to find a field barn in which to spend the night. After coming down...
Added 19 Jun 2014 | Category Lesbian
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Nick steered his sleek silver turbo-charged coupe across the deserted Cambridgeshire by-roads towards Ely. The town was justly known as 'the ship of the Fens', as the tower of its majestic 16th century cathedral was like a navigational lode star. Ely's train station was only a few hundred yards from the cathedral and Cathy stood waiting in the shade of the station building's canopy. She wore...
Added 30 Apr 2014 | Category Crossdressing
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Seated in the famous Champagne Bar of the Euorstar Terminal at London's St Pancras Station, Nick toyed with his champagne flute. With one eye on the giant overhead clock, he was getting anxious about the departure of the Paris train. Then he saw Cathy approaching. She looked stunning, turning several heads as she alighted from the escalator. She was wearing a long-sleeved double-breasted...
Added 09 Apr 2014 | Category Crossdressing
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Although their elderly cleaning lady's name was Mrs Bloxsome, Tim and Janet always referred to her as Mrs Blossom, due to the prodigious quantities of Blossom's lavender spray-on furniture polish which she managed to get through each month. Visitors to the house would always comment on the aroma. Mrs B's weekly visits coincided with Janet's stint as a volunteer at a local charity clothes...
Added 27 Feb 2014 | Category Cuckold
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UP THE dusty track, he slowly approached the gaunt stone building. A faded sign, surmounted by a crucifx and fixed to the wall beside huge medieval wooden gates announced: 'The Convent of the Little Sisters of the Divine Rosary'. Crows squawked overhead and the sun blazed down. Travelling from England by train, ferry and bus had taken Mark three full days (and some uncomfortable nights...
Added 31 Jan 2014 | Category Supernatural
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Dusk. As he turned off the highway into the country park hotel, Nick was relieved to note that its car park was barely a quarter full. Pulling his overnight bag from the back seat, he headed for the brightly-lit reception lobby. A giggly gang of women were disembarking from a mini-coach. Most were clearly very drunk. In the hotel's spacious lobby he quickly spotted Mark,...
Added 20 Jan 2014 | Category Crossdressing
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Standing in the palatial entrance hall of the City of London bank of which he is chairman, Sir Henry Northrop consults his half-hunter pocket watch, which he has extracted from his waistcoat by its gold chain. It shows 5.18pm. The monthly board meeting has finished later than predicted, somewhat incommoding the tycoon. Sir Henry's next train back to rural Buckinghamshire is not until...
Added 05 Jan 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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