All of Lushstories major competitors, the large erotic story sites, have as one of their categories and it is hugely popular. It was very popular here for many years. was a Lushstories category a lot longer than it wasn't one. Whether we, you, myself, or anyone else likes it or not, fantasy generates massive views which a site like this translates into ad revenue in order to stay online and financially viable.
There are compromises in every phase of your lives. If anyone says not, then they are lying. So we'd like to keep this great site going and successful.
Before I discovered Lushstories I wrote on another site. That site did not allow and all characters had to be 18 years of age rather than 16. Unfortunately, that site eventually failed financially from poor sponsorship which resulted from a much lower view count. So all the stories I had posted there went away with the site into the abyss of nothingness.
The internet is not run as a communistic or socialistic experiment. Our competitor sites are not going to share their revenue with us to keep us going. It's fucking competition just like real life and the history of the planet. The strongest survive.
Plus, we've gone to great lengths to make this site even more user-friendly and set up for your personal use. YOU CAN BLOCK ANY STORY CATEGORY YOU DON'T LIKE! No one is forced to read any story or category they don't want to. We now have quite a wide range of story category selections. Read the ones you like.
Rumpy, I'll take one of those ice cold beers. Roy Moore? Figures he'd be a big ole phony-assed hypocrite. Those judgemental religious legalist always, and I mean ALWAYS, are fakes!
I've been working my ass off. Dammit! I want to have some fun sometime. Beer! Beer! Beer!
Our new categories should add to the fun for our Lushstories authors. Even more reason for fun and optimism but especially to peak those creative juices. Take the challenge y'all and write something for one of the new categories.
Jack Daniels on the rocks for me. I hope y'all have great evening and a night cap. Cheers!
Yes, Bill, your guys with the fleur de lis on their helmets are playing some damn good football. Where as my pro team might as well remove that bird of prey and replace it with Tweety Bird. Time for a name change, our QB Matty Ice is now Matty Ice Melt and his crew of mental wimps.
The Falcons, no one can argue against, are one of the most talent-loaded teams in the NFL but now just wimp out when the game gets tough. It's professional football so in my opinion, when the product turns shitty, don't patronize for it. Though I believe Arthur Blank is going to get very tired of his team's poor performance when he is paying them so much, so heads may soon roll.
I may have to turn to the right fiddle and steel guitar country music song.
I'm ready for a drink. I'm in the mood for some fine Kentucky bourbon. Maybe a Maker's Mark. And an expensive cigar.
So, a toast to you, Bill, and the fine folks of Rumpilations.
In an early job after college I was sexually harassed by a woman vice president of the company I worked for. She was probably late thirties and she constantly came to my little cubicle to 'check on me' as she'd say. She'd ask if there was anything she could do to help me excel at my work, help me to fit in at the company, etc. She was very touchy, running her hands through my hair and telling me how sensuous my short hair cut felt. She rubbed my butt if no one was around to see.
She was not my direct boss, but rather over a department that mine did not answer directly to. But she was a vice president and she actually outranked my boss. The woman had very big titties and would come look over my shoulder pressing her tits against me. She'd catch me in the break room or anywhere she could, always getting too close, into my personal space, and usually find a way to press her breasts against me. She'd ask me out for drinks after work, ask me to lunch, and this went on and on. I always came up with an excuse and also told her I had a girlfriend. That didn't phase her.
My defense was that I worked in sales and with a supplied company car, had a territory that I needed to go out and service and seek new client leads. So I stayed away from the office as much as possible, coming in late after my sales day after big titty vice president had left for the day, or come in early and get out to make my rounds as early as possible.
I complained to my boss, a guy, who basically said there was nothing he could do. She outranked him and in fact, she was a partner in the business and he was not. Some coworkers had noticed and told me that I was evidently her new target, that she had a long history of targeting new young male employees. And that if any of them caved and had sex with her, she'd get possessive and controlling of them. In every instance they'd end up quitting their job there and she'd be vindictive in trying to mess them up about getting another job.
Eventually, because I was creative at finding ways to avoid her, she eased off. But it never totally ended until I changed jobs. Except for her, I would have liked the job and had been earned the salesperson of the month award several times by selling the most volume.
I didn't feel as trapped as I think a female would feel in the same situation with a male executive doing the same things. Getting out of the office as much as I did made it much more bearable. But I guess I always felt I could find another job if it got too bad. I ended up having a new job offer for a much better job even though I hadn't been looking for one. That worked out great.
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my neighbor for mowing his weeds at 6:30 am 
Besides, we're SEC fans.
