LAST UPDATED ON 02 AUGUST 2016(<-- Not actually me, sorry to say)Two points:I try to live decently and honorably. Lush is NOT my real life.I discovered Lush in July 2014 and joined shortly afterward, once I had a story to submit. I’m happy to say that the few stories I’ve submitted have been published. I’d like to do more, but these days I’m much more inclined to use the site for personal communication with my friends here.I'm a well-educated man, not unpleasant to look at considering I’m 69 years old, and I’m in fairly good shape. I'm Hispanic, with caramel colored skin and a full head of silver hair that I keep cut short. I'm clean shaven (everywhere), I'm 5'7" [170 cm] tall, and I weighed 156 pounds [70.7 kg] this morning.Many years ago, I was treated for prostate cancer, which left me sexually impotent and a bit incontinent. My libido is intact, I’m happy to say. I’ve found varieties of sexual experience that don’t require an erect penis, and they satisfy me, for the most part. I don’t mind exploring them with friends, but I try not to tell strangers much.I'm very happily married to a woman whom I love as much as it is possible to love another human being. Even with the foundation of a 47 year marriage, I’ve learned things here that have deepened my love for her. My mind has been opened; our relationship has blossomed.Having said that, I must admit that I love women, all women. I love everything about them, the way they look, the way they smell, the way they taste, the way they lust, the way they enjoy sex. Women are always alive for me, in my mind and in my life. In what I write and what I share otherwise, I'll try to tell you about it.[ADDED 2 AUG 2016] I'm a rather stiff and somewhat formal man. I appreciate precision and elegance in what I encounter -- most of the time. From time to time, though, I am quite coarse and vulgar, "obscene," in fact. It's a puzzle.
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There has never been a day in the recorded weather history of New York City when the temperature has not gone above 0°F (-17.8°C).
Friend? Yes, exactly three. Crush? No, all those have faded. Fuck buddy? No.
Indifferent to just about everything.
It's all right if you can't remember my name.
Peach Diet Snapple
OperaRed Tabasco or Green Tabasco?
Congratulations and hooray!
I am looking around, wondering what to do next.
I lie between your thighs. You raise your knees for me And cock your hips as well, To show me what you need. I look up at your eyes And happily I see The face of lust itself Rejoicing in my greed. I slide down to the prize. Your pussy could not be More tempting, hot, or wet! I carefully proceed. I listen to your cries Of “Please! Be good to me!” And smile because I know ...
Added 07 Nov 2014 | Category Erotic Poems
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In the northwest corner of the Bronx, one of the five boroughs of New York City, a subway line begins, the #1 Broadway local. It goes nearly due south through eight or ten distinct and very different neighborhoods on its way to the Battery, the southern tip of Manhattan. The first stop (or last stop, as you like) is 242nd Street. It’s fairly close to the city line, so people on the train...
Added 06 Nov 2014 | Category Voyeur
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When Ben heard the alarm sound at 6:00 AM, he didn’t move except to open his right eye. He didn’t need to look at the clock or glance up at the window behind his head to see if the sky was light. It was 6:00 AM, on – what day was it, now? – Tuesday, he remembered. His open eye settled on the green digits of the clock. Yep, 6:00 AM. He slapped the kill switch lightly and the bedroom went...
Added 13 Jul 2014 | Category Masturbation
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