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.
I don't like the forced comment box for the exact opposite reason to Wannabe - I often score stories immediately based on my gut reaction but I then need time to think about the comment. I often add them later. Sometimes much later. A forced comment box will either get you a rubbish comment from me or no comment at all - and no score. Sorry. Yes, this is roughly how I feel too. The pop-up comment box is like having someone demanding, "Say something! Say something!" when you might not have anything worth saying in your head at that exact moment. Some people know exactly what they want to say at once, others, like myself, need a bit of thinking time.Personally, my libertarian inclinations mean I prefer to leave people free to vote, comment, do both or neither, as they see fit.
Just stating the bleeding obvious, really.
Interesting test. Bearing in mind that you can always debate how these tests are constructed (I was disappointed not to find any questions directly related to free speech, and an absence of questions - for obvious reasons - that would upset then neat left/right, authoritarian/libertarian frame), I nevertheless ended up roughly where I expected: strongly to the left and moderately libertarian.My problem is that left/libertarian is a quadrant that has been virtually all but vacated by major parties, which explains why it's so hard to find anyone to vote for anymore. Particularly if you look at the parties in the UK, mapped out by the same source for the 2015 election - there's not a whole lot of choice. https://upload.lushstories.com/1183092943-political parties uk.png Basically, what you have now is a whole bunch of authoritarian people on the left and right shouting at each other, and there's a very great risk that's something that can only end in tears.
Huge congrats to everyone who placed. Some seriously Ace stories there.It was a really good competition, and fascinating to see how everyone interrogated the picture differently. Apparently a picture not only says getting on for 5000 words, it is also capable of any number of interpretations.
They are all the same flavor. You have been brainwashed by Big Candy into believing that different colors have different flavors. #woke Quite. However, you should be warned that it's been scientifically proven that your colour preference in this matter is directly correlated to your particular perversion.
Interesting. Nice idea providing a picture; it narrows options in one way, but it also focuses the mind. Definitely something to get stuck in to.
Another site, another name... that's all I'm saying <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/drunken_smilie.gif" alt="drunken"> Too bad! Pure filth is so much fun, and from a woman of your talents it's sure to be sensational!
My earlier stories are raunchier than my later ones. Stories that pre-date Lush are the worst - pure filth! That's really got me wondering ;)
I don't know if anyone will agree with me, but I strongly believe that Trump wanted to win the presidency, not be the president. I think that he's going to hold a lot of rallies because he likes the adoration. I think he's going to do things that make his personal wealth grow. Even if he manages to stay in office the next four years, I see him being bored by the end of the first year. He doesn't strike me as a man with a long attention span. Yeah, there's a lot of truth in this. I also think that Donald Trump strikes me as a man who thinks he has all the answers, but has failed to ask the right questions (or possibly failed to ask any questions at all).I would add that Trump doesn't strike me as someone who is particularly interested in politics, which was an asset when he was using a general distrust of politicians to win the election, but which will work against him as president, since he doesn't seem to think very deeply about how societies work, or about any of the complexities that actually make politics very difficult. I think people around him will take advantage of that to further their own agendas, which may or may not cause an unholy power struggle within government itself.But the really rude awakening is that he can't create the jobs he says he will, because technology is actually undermining the jobs market. The fact that politicians (of almost all stripes) keep claiming that we need to work more and longer is at the root of the problem, since the amount of work that is needed to be done physically (or intellectually) by human beings is shrinking. To coin a phrase, we need to prepare for and actively work to create a post-work world, not try to recreate jobs that can't and won't be recreated (unless there's a complete technological meltdown), which requires a wholly different economic system. But of course the people who wield financial power (including Trump and his new government) have no interest in changing an economic system that works for them.So there's a rude awakening for Trump, certainly. But that rude awakening extends to a lot of other people in power too.
Most of the stuff on TV's crap anyway. Why wouldn't anyone spend more time on the web?
Technology has made a lot of jobs obsolete in a very short space of time. Remember before smartphones and digital cameras, when you had rolls of film you handed in somewhere, or sent off to be developed? Well in the years before digital technology killed that particular business stone dead, I was one of the people who developed your photos. Not that I actually did much. Automation had by...
Added 25 Mar 2017 | Category Love Stories
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There was never going to be a crowd. Monday evening, foreign language, experimental. First scene on the big screen: Four men in a field staring grumpily at the four points of the compass. With the scant audience dotted about the auditorium, I was at a loss to understand why the woman chose to sit right next to me. There were, after all, seats to burn in the unlikely event a riot should...
Added 09 Mar 2017 | Category Flash Erotica
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“So where are you headed?” “Wherever.” “Is that a plan or a statement of fact?” “Whatever.” The girl leans back and begins tapping on her mobile, completely absorbed, the way young people do. I say girl; I suppose she’s a young woman, but I estimate her age to early to mid twenties, and at my time of life she counts as a girl. On the other hand, I’m useless at judging ages. Normally...
Added 09 Feb 2017 | Category Voyeur
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Dear Ms [NAME WITHHELD]. Thank you for your enquiry. In all honesty, I found your e-mail a little vague on the details, but I suppose that’s only to be expected since by your own admission you’re still ambivalent as to whether or not you really want to enlist my services. Nevertheless, your e-mail gave me a good idea of the kind of thing you fantasize about, and so I will lay out a...
Added 05 Feb 2017 | Category Hardcore
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In the cut throat world of stage magic, Scarlet was at the sharp end. Huge competition for gigs ensured that magicians guarded their own secrets jealously and envied any competitor whose act was more cutting edge than their own with a passion. None were more jealous and envious than Francisco the Magnificent. He’d already gone to great lengths to conceal that he was really plain old...
Added 01 Feb 2017 | Category Reluctance
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She checked herself out, front and back, in the mirror of the changing room. The blue and white dress with diagonal stripes of varying widths wasn’t quite the kind of thing she normally wore, but it was close enough for her husband not to become suspicious. She felt it accentuated her breasts nicely, which was the effect she was looking for, as well as being a few inches shorter than the...
Added 14 Jan 2017 | Category Cheating
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I loathe Christmas. In fact I loathe any prescribed festivity which obliges one to feign good will towards people one is at best indifferent to at all other times. Christmas is especially vile since the people most likely to go into a huff over the gift you’ve bought them are those who have spent weeks telling you, “It’s the thought that counts.” And you can’t go shopping without being force...
Added 22 Dec 2016 | Category Cheating
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The feed was in black and white and showed a woman in a kitchen. A gently striped cat sat on one of the kitchen chairs watching her as she picked up a plate from the floor and rinsed it under the tap. She got out a new plate and ripped open a packet of cat food. Swiftly she replenished both dry and wet food, and changed the water. The cat merely observed, waiting until the woman had moved...
Added 24 Oct 2016 | Category Toys
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I come home from work to find her there, in the living room. She’s on her knees in an armchair, torso draped over the back, arms dangling and cuffed, and there’s a spreader bar between her ankles. She’s wearing heels, white nylons, and a flowery, virginal white dress. She’s completely still and completely silent. I stand behind her and lift her dress. There’s pale skin above her stocking...
Added 18 Oct 2016 | Category Fetish
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I may have been eighteen and of stout health, but I almost had a heart attack. My father was standing in the hall, holding his hand over the telephone’s mouthpiece. “It’s Harry Cathcart,” he said. “You remember we went round and helped him out with some DIY a month or two back?” I remembered. Of more recent memory was going round to Mrs Craddock’s for some fun and games, only to discover...
Added 23 Aug 2016 | Category MILF
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