I’ve been writing kinky stories for about 30 years now, originally for my own pleasure, but thanks to the wonders of the Internet now also for others’ pleasure. I really appreciate the, erm, appreciative comments, and endeavour to read as much of other authors on Lush as I possibly can and return the favour.In personal matters I’m instinctively libertarian and anti-moralistic. I was going to say that I’m very much of the mind, to paraphrase, that consenting adults may do whatever they like, as long as they don’t do it in the street and scare the horses; although actually it would be rather fun if people did do it in the street, and I like a good reluctance story – reading and writing them.Careful readers will no doubt notice that women’s legs encased in nylon hold a special fascination for me. I’ve written many cuckold stories and stories with wives (preferably involved with people other than their husbands). I think this all stems from the time many years ago when I first encountered men’s mags and became obsessed with the couple of pages featuring pictures of “Readers’ Wives” rather than the glamorous models who littered the other 98 pages. As a teenager I would make up fantasies about what people I saw or met got up to in the bedroom (or elsewhere), and this habit continues to fuel the stories I write.Straight love stories and straight sex stories have never really gripped my attention. I incline to the view that one of the most vital roles of art is to provide what life itself for the most part does not (at least not for most people), or at the very least to provide an intensified, exaggerated or heightened version of reality. I’m in basic agreement with Freud that civilization requires a great deal of repression, which creates considerable psychological tension. In my view, art can help to relieve that tension, if used as an arena for the expression of otherwise repressed desires.As regards the delights of Lush, I’m happy to add new friends, but I feel compelled to point out that I don’t have very much time at all in which to chat – though I’m always happy to exchange e-mails for whatever reason. I’m especially grateful that it is a place where I can explore my decades’ old penchant for “readers’ wives” and single women alike and partake of others’ various intimate fantasies and real life adventures. Once or twice I’ve been asked if a certain story is truth or fiction, and while not wishing to rub anybody up the wrong way, that’s for me alone to know. By the same token, I don’t much care if particular stories are real or fantasies, as long as they hold my attention. Occasionally I’ve thought it might be fun to write a story at somebody else’s behest. I’m still unsure about it, but if you do have a request, let me know. No promises, except that I’ll think about it.Any other questions? Drop me a line.
Appenditution = The completely pointless injury time substitution in a game of football (soccer).
No, I don't think sex addiction is "real" in any meaningful sense. For a number of reasons. I’ll try to be as brief as I can.Calling something an addiction is to make a thing of something that is really a behavioural pattern. Moreover, it is to pathologize said behavioural pattern.One should always be suspicious of psychological discourse, because exactly why one behavioural pattern and not another should be considered a pathology is in no way clear.Less than 50 years ago, homosexuality was still considered a pathology within psychology. Nothing substantial about homosexuality has changed or can change – it is simply an exclusive sexual orientation towards members of one’s own sex, nothing more, nothing less. What has changed, is attitudes, which have shifted markedly (generally speaking) – forcing (which is rare) psych professionals to de-pathologize same-sex attraction.It is entirely natural for people to seek out behaviours that provide pleasure. To that extent everyone is hooked on their own particular pleasure. Yes, if a single-minded focus on one (or more) forms of pleasure are indulged, in ways that harm the self or others, this is a problem, and one which the individual concerned may need help to resolve. This still doesn’t explain why some behaviours are not considered addictions, though they clearly fulfil the same psychological function as behaviours that are considered addictions – someone who is addicted to making money is merely considered a good capitalist (even if their behaviour helps bring down the banking system or destabilizes several sub-Saharan countries in a single afternoon).The whole question of which behaviours are considered addictions (and therefore pathologies) and which are not, is actually a political question (as the example of the de-pathologication of homosexuality shows). Behaviours are always embedded in social circumstances – most often economical. Most behaviours that are treated as illnesses in psychological literature are only illnesses in relation to the particular way in which society is ordered.An ontological point. If you believe in a supreme deity as creator of the world and of humans, than to speak of humans being “wrongly constructed” is impossible, since they were created that way. If you are an atheist, you cannot speak of humans being “wrongly constructed” since there is no blueprint against which to judge of correct or erroneous construction – humans have simply evolved the way they have, full stop. One can therefore never state that a certain psychological makeup is right or wrong. It may be problematic to the person involved, harmful to others, or difficult to live with in a particular social setting, but there is no firm basis on which to judge what is a “healthy” mind and what is a “diseased” mind. Yet this is the notion on which psychology and psychiatry are founded.As regards the notion of what is termed “sex addiction”, one must always, given the above, ask why is such a behaviour pattern considered a pathology in a particular social setting, and for what reason is it considered thus. Whose interests are served? Personally I believe that in western societies we also have a 2000 year history of sex-negativity, beginning with the church fathers, and which these days manifests as a kind dark neo-puritanism within factions of both left and right on the political spectrum. Psychologists’ talk of “sex addiction” serves (whether it’s intended to or not) to legitimate these political standpoints.OK, a bit of an essay, but you did ask.
I find it curious that my most recent stories have all received RR's and an EP, but my earlier stuff, which I consider every bit as good (or better!) was completely ignored for critical acclaim. Does it mean that I'm pandering now when I write, and before I was just writing to please myself? Scary thought, artistically speaking. Or... is "art" truly just whatever panders to popular taste? I am well aware that from my own point of view, reading a lot of text on a computer screen is undesirable, it's tiring on the eyes and most online readers have a short attention span, and will tire before reading and comprehending the plot lines. Speaking from a general point of view, I'm thinking that different "art" forms are very different. In music artists tend to be at their best early on, when youthful enthusiasm triumphs over technical deficiencies. Writing is not like that, and it's entirely possible that some writers are considered to improve as they hone their technique and becoming better at crafting plots and so forth. I'm not entirely convinced that this is an accurate assessment. If you look at how critics evaluate authors (indeed musicians), if someone's reputation precedes them it goes an awful long way to granting their work more favourable reviews than it sometimes merits, and something of that might be applicable to Lush, that a reputation (or a critical mass) needs to built before RR's are awarded on a regular basis.It's also possible to subconsciously adopt a style when writing that one knows works - i.e. is favourably received by others. Even if one does write to please oneself, if that was all one wanted, why publish at all? Publication is after all to offer a story to others' scrutiny and judgement, and it's only natural to take pleasure in appreciative feedback. We live in a world where "art" is often viewed in opposition to "popular" - at least by critics - but it's a problematic dichotomy because it brings up this exact question: For whom is one writing? Yes, obviously one writes because it gives oneself pleasure, but there is always an audience too.It's not an easy issue to sort out, and I don't want to write an essay, so I'll stop here, except to say that the point about reading from a screen is very well made, and I'm as guilty as hell of not taking this into consideration.
I think the category of the story also matters. I think that if your work that you're proud of is in a category that doesn't get as much attention (e.g., trans), it may also suffer in terms of views, votes, and comments. In the end what really matters is how we feel about the story, the rest is just personal vanity. Yes, category definitely matters. And long serials tend to be subject to diminishing returns. I wrote a sci-fi/fantasy series that went on for eight parts, and though the fantasy element was very muted, it still didn't attract as many reads as I might have liked. But I enjoyed writing it and may actually return to it in some form, just for the pleasure it gave me.That, I suppose, ties in to personal vanity. There are really two kinds of satisfaction, it seems to me; the satisfaction of writing a story you like, and the satisfaction of knowing you've reached people. Ideally the two would be one and the same, but the fact that they aren't is, I suppose, why I'm so interested in this issue. It's nice to know I'm not alone, though. I see it in me as loving the runt of the litter. I know it won't be popular from the go, I know it won't take off - and the reasons why it's not market-wise popular are the reasons I love it so much. As someone who has always had slightly odd tastes, not really able to embrace the stuff critics like, nor the really popular, I can relate to this. Some stuff you just know is only going to have limited appeal, but it might just be even more important to publish it for precisely that reason.As regards the "randomness" of RR's. I don't mind that so much. All taste is in the end inherently subjective. I've studied literature, so I know exactly what is "supposed" to mark out "good" literature from "bad", but when you've read enough conflicting opinions of books, it's difficult to resist the suspicion that most critics are merely dressing up their prejudices in the accepted jargon of their discipline. At least with the award of RR's you know that things like mood and personal preference play a part, which is in its way more honest.
I've noticed in all kinds of cultural activity that artists/writers/musicians etc, are often most proud of works that are not generally considered their greatest.Now I've discovered this happening to me; stories that I felt most proud of on publication can pass relatively unnoticed, while ones that I wrote on a whim for fun might be awarded a Recommended Read or prove more popular than I would have thought.Do other authors have similar experiences? What stories are you most proud of, and did the response match your pride? Or have you published stories here where you're totally mystified by the esteem in which they're held?
"Should" suggests that it's either right or wrong to do so. If both parties are happy to watch it together - why not? It beats watching the stuff alone.As for the point about it being plastic - not all the stuff out there is like that. I'd agree that the obviously glossy stuff isn't much fun, but the great thing is that there's something out there for everyone.
If we went with a theme suggested by a particular author, who'd had perhaps several months or longer, to think up a plot for their story, wouldn't that introduce a semblance of a bias in their favour? Hence I rule with an iron fist when it comes to competitions! It's a good point, but I'm not entirely convinced that it would. Plots are one thing, execution's another. And even if someone has spent months honing a story in advance, it's just as easy to overcook something as to undercook it. The time normally allowed from the announcement of a competition to the end date is quite sufficient to come up with something and work it into an appealing shape. At the risk of sounding arrogant, it took me about 10 minutes from seeing the idea "weddings" above to knowing what I'd want to write. Whether I'd place or not in such a competition is an entirely different matter.Right, best keep a look out for that iron fist.
Weddings. Pervert. xx SF (WHO writes PORN about WEDDINGS??? That isn't even A THING!!!) As a self-confessed pervert, I could DEFINITELY write PORN about WEDDINGS :)More seriously, it could be opened up to include bachelorette/bachelor parties, or basically any activity surrounding the wedding.I'm sure a honeymoon competition would have a lot of takers - or has that already been done?
We worry too much about what's "socially acceptable", particularly these days. You can get bogged down writing practically anything by worrying about if your characters perpetuate stereotypes and a whole bunch of other stuff. Basically, people are individuals with their own motivations, desires &c, and thus characters in fiction need to be so as well. To suggest that you can only write from "within" your own particular sex/ethnicity/sexuality is basically to deny the commonalities of existence, and the possibility of empathy. Moreover, to put yourself in somebody else's shoes is a vital component of social intercourse - so to suggest that it shouldn't be done is just plain stupid.As regards the 1st person thing. Even 3rd person writing requires an ability to get inside a character, and from there it's a short step to the 1st person narrative.
Just amazed that there isn't a thread for discussion of potential competition topics. Ideas you might have for future competitions, and discussion of said ideas.I'm sure I'm not the only one who's sitting on ideas, but for what it's worth, I'd be interested in a competition on the subject of Reacquaintance. Basically any story where the main protagonists haven't seen each other for ten or more years.Any other ideas out there?
Amy was waiting for her at the appointed spot. Beneath the coat Prudence could see the younger woman was wearing black nylons and black shoes with heels far too tall for anyone’s comfort. The two females hugged. “So do we take a bus, or should we call a taxi?” Prudence asked. “No point,” Amy said. “It’s not far at all. This way.” She set off down the street, Prudence falling into step...
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Hello Cuck, time for a new report. I’m sure I shall have plenty of time to set down the evening’s events while the centre of attention herself sleeps them off upstairs. She certainly needs her rest. Thank you for sharing, by the way. Your wife, my fuck toy. I’m still not sure why you refuse to witness our little adventures for yourself, but I can’t make you do anything. Unlike your wife, my...
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All I wanted was to smell Caroline’s used panties. It wasn’t even as if I was breaking and entering, since we had one of her spare keys just as she had one of ours, in case of emergency. Admittedly this was no emergency, but an opportunity had presented itself, and I couldn’t resist the temptation. My wife was staying overnight at her sister’s. I’d seen our next door neighbour leave the...
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It’s dark in the room. It has to be dark if I’m to see out, across to next door, where lights burn in the upstairs room about twenty yards away. This is by now a ritual, at least when I’m upstairs alone and Sandra hasn’t yet come up. If I hear her on the stairs I climb into bed, pretending to read. I watch, I wait. The timing varies, but never by more than a quarter of an hour. This evening...
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“Tickets, please!” The man looks tired, but does his best to appear imposing. It’s the last train of the night, an empty carriage save for the two people right at one end, sitting diagonally across from one another. I bring the requested item out of my pocket. The man gives it a cursory glance before turning to the woman sitting by the aisle. She’s rummaging in her bag. “What have I done...
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It was a trifle ironic that the language section was the library’s least popular. Perhaps that was why the girl had chosen it. It was almost certainly why the girl had chosen it. From his office James had a view diagonally across a tiny courtyard to the language section one floor below him. The girl was seated at a table by the window. She’d set up her laptop alongside various pieces of...
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“Discipline is what you need, girl!” As Lady Hilda spoke, she let the tails of the hand-crafted leather flogger stroke the girl’s spine. The girl stiffened. She was bent over the mistreatment table, dressed only in pink hipster panties and a white t-shirt. The t-shirt had been pulled up over her back, so that she would feel the instrument of chastisement on her skin. “Lady Hilda, ma’am....
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I still have the magazines, some of them over 20 years old. They may be slightly faded, in spite of my best attempts to keep them in good nick, but I still derive a great deal of pleasure from seeing my wife in them. She was a real looker back then, and I felt like the luckiest man on earth when we married. Twenty-five or so years on, she still turns heads, and I’m still the luckiest man I...
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Things took longer than I hoped, but not nearly as long as I feared. On the odd occasion when I chanced to be alone, briefly, with Mrs Hotter she would tease me in some way. A flash of stocking top, letting me have a quick feel of a boob, even whispering something salacious in my ear, like how she couldn’t wait to feel my cock spurt inside her again. In my youthful impatience, weeks felt...
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My mother shrieked. This was not unusual. My mother was fond of shrieking. She would shriek in any circumstance where a reaction was called for. Now she was standing in the middle of the kitchen in her best clothes, ready for her and my father to go out for the evening. “I completely forgot!” she shrieked. “I meant to take the bulbs round to Angela!” She turned to where I was pouring myself...
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