The first story I had published on Lush was entitled "Brother Sucker" (no blood relation - best friend's brother). It's hidden at the moment but may make a reappearance at some point.
It's interesting to see how dense the text looks on my early Lush stories. I've developed a deliberately choppy style which I now use for stories which will be screen-read, rather than read on paper - whether that's an improvement or not is entirely subjective.
The weekend's work is done (and quite literally) dusted. Star Wars soundtrack playing in the background, beer in hand (soon in belly).
Not sure. It's was either the gin or the tonic.
Reminds me of a Richard Pryor quote: I like makin' love myself, and I can make love for about three minutes. I do about three minutes of serious fuckin', then I need eight hours sleep! And a bowl of Wheaties!
If a man popped and stopped, I tried not to take it personally - so long as he didn't take it personally if I carried on without him.
You might be able to read Lush stories in public but apparently you're not supposed to masturbate to them. I feel this is an important point which was missed from the article.
Abi Thornton,
Masturbation Jail (which isn't as fun as it sounds)
Scarlett
Nicolette
Natalia
Anaïs
Paulina
Alessandra
Chanel
Soraya
Adrianna
Giuliana
Wicked Game - Chris Isaak (thanks Liz!!)
Writer's rule - accept that for every word you write, some people will love it, some people will loath it, some people won't be swayed strongly in either direction.
One editor that I've been working with for about three years surprised me by replying to one of my submissions recently. I had assumed that he liked my writing as he kept publishing it and sending me cheques but I wrote a story with an almighty twist in the tail - it was one of those magic writing moments where you sit back and grin inanely with satisfaction. He simply wrote, "Nice one ;-)" which made me grin inanely all over again... although that could have been the effect of the celebratory gin and tonic.
I can enjoy anything but I need to make a connection with the girl in a scene to take my enjoyment to the next level.
I've been doing a lot of writing in my lunch at work, so you'll see me wedged into a corner doing an impression of a meerkat whenever anyone comes near me. The problem is that I get engrossed and sometimes forget that I've got cock, tits, pussy and spunk metaphorically dripping down my screen. As such, I'm training myself to Alt-Tab whenever there's an unexpected noise.