Mine was advertised as a 'body massager' in a newspaper - it took D-cell batteries and had a lot of oomph.
It's a good trick - your partner has a reminder of great sex and knows you're knickerless. Win / win!!
"Flash Erotica" - is that when I'm writing something naughty and a sudden breeze whips up my skirt and exposes my bits for everyone to see?
Mum: "I do wish you'd wear knickers, Abigail. You'll give the Reverend a heart attack!"
I tend to write at about 5000 words a week (with bursts of manic output thrown in where I might write in excess of 5000 words a day) Unfortunately, those words are rarely pointed in one direction for long.
I love having a few open-ended stories up on Lush. I know it can frustrate readers when nothing happens for weeks/months/years but I think it's better that I have shared *some* of what's in my head. As a writer, they're familiar little worlds with characters that I can dip into when I've got time - I hope that this is how readers see them as well.
Each individual series is totally different. I know the entire story arc for 'Brother Sucker' and will almost certainly rattle off a few parts at some point in the future (then go annoyingly quiet again); I've got various scenes written for Amber which need to be tidied into something sensible. Ultimately I write for Lush when I want to relax and kick my writing heels up.
Now... back to that script I'm writing...
My body gives up before my brain stops. The words are still flowing out of my head but they stop appearing on the screen as my fingers go on strike - not that I notice as my eyes are closed ;-)
Special congratulations to Liz, Sprite and Alexandra as another marvellous competition draws to a close.
I'd just like to say thanks to everyone working behind the scenes and to Nicola for giving us writers a chance to do something a bit different once again - it's fabulous fun!!
It depends how long the story is and how many characters I'm trying to keep track of. Some of the stories I write are multipart and I might not look at them for months at a time. Having a profile including pic on each character makes life a lot easier.
My brain slows down by about 10:30 and crawls to a halt and refuses to function at all by about 11:30 PM. Aside from that, I write wherever and whenever I get the chance.
No two stories are the same. Sometimes I know the whole thing before I write a word. Other times I've got some scribbled notes which form the spine of the story. But whatever the story, at some point I'm there with a cursor flashing not knowing what comes next. If I'm really stuck for a word, phrase description or simply want to move on to something else, I just put [][][] as a placeholder - that way I know where the blanks are when I come back to that story.
A woman of considered opinion. Highly valued on Lush.
HAVE YOU EVER MASTURBATED IN CINEMA HALL WHILE MOVIE IS STILL GOING ON AND DURING WHICH MOVIE
Yes. Our old cinema used to have double seats on the back row which allowed all sorts of canoodling to go on. It wasn't me I was masturbating and I had to watch out for 'ice cream stains'. As to which movies? Who knows - I wasn't watching them.
This is some specific advice that I sent out recently but it might be useful to readers of this thread. (Although I prefer Sprite's example above.)
You want your character to be athletic? Don't have your character tell me (the reader) 'I'm athletic'. Have me (the character) go for my morning run. Have me feeling better for having run 5 kilometers.
You need to tell me, the reader, why seeing my grandparents having sex is sexy for me. This isn't 'normal' so if you can give me a reason, it makes your story stronger.
Maybe she finds it funny at first but then realises that two people going at it with such passion after blah years of marriage is what she wants. "I wish somebody loved me like that," blah thought. She thought about Jack from school. "I want you to suck my cock." The words were those of her grandad but as blah's fingers wandered, she was thinking about Jack. "Oh Jesus, Jack," blah muttered, as her fingers crushed against her teenage twat. The grunts and groans from behind the door became blah's and her grandfather's demands became those of Jack. "Fuck me, Jack. Please." blah dropped to her knees with her hand pulled tightly against her groin. She came, harder than she ever had before; a mixture of guilt and desire taking the orgasm to new levels. As she opened her eyes, she saw that the light was different. With a sense of dread, she turned and saw that the door was open... and her grandfather was watching.
Not my kind of theme but it creates a universe within which odd things might happen.
