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.
Damn! I have to raise my game, clearly!In all seriousness, some great entries and deserving prize winners.Thanks to everyone who voted and commented and expressed their appreciation.An honourable mention of my own to timojen for "Finding Rachel's Switch". Wish I'd written it myself.
To defeat your opponent you have to know and understand them. This, I think. The oft-mentioned similarities with the Brexit vote in the UK are actually quite instructive, if you look at the responses from the losing sides. In both cases there's a kind of ourtraged righteousness which manifests as branding those who voted on the winning side as "racists, bigots, etc, etc". The losing sides are refusing to give up on their sense that they are self-evidently "right" about everything, and this a) prevents them from doing the necessary soul-searching to move forward, and b) explains why they lost in the first place - i.e. their inherent sense of their own "rightness" prevented them from taking the opposite sides' views seriously enough to counter them with arguments that would sway voters.The ultimate failure is this idea that the opposing side is misguided and just plain wrong. No doubt there are genuine racists and bigots who voted for Brexit and for Trump, but there is also a large section of people who had perfectly reasonable reasons for voting the way they did which have nothing to do with bigotry, but everything to do with their own life situations. The Remain Campaign and the Democrats failed to take these reasons into account, because their own sense of righteousness prevented them from seeing such reasons as legitimate and thus taking them seriously, and consequently they paid the price. To take an analogy from sports; to win you have to play to your strengths, but you also have to take into account your opponent's strengths and adjust your tactics to nullify them.Not being an American, I didn't vote in the presidential election (but since a large part of my income is tied up with a large American multinational, the result might potentially effect me personally in some way that's impossible to foresee at present). What I can say, however, is that ever since I was first entitled to vote, I've felt increasingly disenfranchised with every passing election, to the point now where I routinely seek out some candidate who doesn't stand a snowman's chance in hell of winning anything. I feel that it's important to vote, but faced with two evils, I would rather opt for some other alternative rather than do the tactical "lesser of two evils" thing, because every vote for the one of two evils only perpetuates the system as is, and that's the way I would have felt had I been voting in the presidential election.PS. On the Electoral College. It's quite possible that the system needs tweaking. However, bear in mind that it militates against a situation where elections are won and lost in large urban areas and smaller rural or more sparsely populated areas are thus completely neglected by the powers that be.
From saviour to traitor in four short days. Almost makes me feel sorry for the guy. Welcome to the world of football manage... sorry... politics, Donald.
When did the hair on my chain start to grow faster than the hair on top of my head?
This is something... another story site does. They also collect all the entries and hide them until a set release date. For example, the accept entries from September 1-September 30, then release all those stories on October 1, with the author's screen name hidden for a two week period. Now, the catch is that only the paying members can vote. The winners (the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd) are announced and as far as I know it's solely chosen by the membership. Yes, this or some variation on it might be worth trying.
This is a very thorny and difficult issue.We live in a world where there's ever greater vigilance and policing of speech by self-appointed vigilantes, and yet offense is actually a deeply subjective thing. As someone who grew up in a council house, I'm offended by the term "social housing", which to me stigmatises people who for various reasons can't afford to or don't want to own their own home, yet the phrase is now a part of official discourse.Clearly there are words that for reasons of history and common usage are, broadly speaking, offensive to a large proportion of people. There are words that I would never use personally, precisely because they are by virtue of history and their nature almost entirely pejorative.Yet context is very important. There is a tendency today to ignore this, and to find words offensive (in a story) when they're actually being used to establish character, plot, or in an ironic way. I would go as far as to say that words in themselves are almost never offensive, but the context in which they're used can be. I would love to know if "chav" is on the inofficial censored list, since it's almost entirely used in a hateful way. For that matter, the acronym "WASP" can certainly be used in a pejorative sense, as can "MAWM", for Middle-Aged White Male. (OK, I just made that one up.)A hundred years ago, almost the entire content of Lush would have had self-appointed moral guardians prophesying the end of civilisaton. I like to think times have changed, and they have, but that doesn't mean that there don't remain plenty of people who find stories containing graphic descriptions of sexual activity offensive. That in itself is reason enough to be wary of curtailing freedom of speech in any way.I'm not a fundamentalist about this. There are some things that I do consider it unacceptable to say. However, I do believe that the present habit in society of policing offensive words rather than making an informed, sensitive and sophisticated judgement based on context is very worrying.Besides, it's clear that some words that are allowed on Lush divide opinion. Should the c-word be banned? Clearly some people do find it offensive, yet its removal would decimate the number of stories on the site. Giving the offended party precedence over authorial intent is very problematic indeed.All of that said, it's completely understandable that Lush seeks to minimize risk through the application of certain rules and guidelines. It's also the case, that if you don't like the rules, you don't have to sign up to be a member; in the same way that you can always change channel if a TV-programme offends you. I don't have a problem with that. Beyond the confines of Lush this is, however, an issue with much broader implications.
William Stafford said, ""There is no such thing as writer's block for writers whose standards are low enough." On a related note, the famous quote from Thomas Edison, ""Genius is one per cent inspiration, ninety-nine per cent perspiration""Though I'm not going to claim godlike genius for myself, the gist of the thing is true enough. My cure for writer's block is to keep writing. Not everything will be publishable - in fact I have legions of abandoned stories clogging up my hard drive - but I find that sooner or later something will give and all that perspiration will spark some kind of inspiration.
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.
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...
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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...
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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...
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“Tell Angela I’ll be down in a few minutes!” my mother shouted down the stairs. “She’ll be down in a few minutes,” I said. Mrs Hotter, who was standing right next to me, smiled, no doubt at the absurdity of me repeating what she’d just heard. I was more nervous about being alone with Mrs Hotter now than I had been when we were still rutting like animals. Normally when she came round to...
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“Have a nice time, dear!” my mother called out as I left the house. Not for the first time I wondered what she’d think if she knew what kind of ‘nice time’ I was hoping for. For the past few months I’d had many very nice times with her good friend Mrs Hotter, an affair which had ended when we were caught in the act by her son, Tommy. However, Mrs Hotter had given me to understand that...
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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...
Added 09 Jul 2016 | Category Cuckold
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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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