As somebody who has received 1's, 2's and 3's repeatedly on my stories and poetry without any form of critical commentary ...
And as someone who is extremely critical of my own work ...
And as someone who takes criticism personally ...
And where a "unwarranted" vote or malicious comment affects my sense of self-worth ...
Which has on a couple of occassions has caused me to stop writing as I could no longer see the pleasure in creating so others could be dismissive, malignant and vicious ...
I no longer allow people to vote on my postings ...
And I am much happier for it x
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CumGirl
2 days ago
Bi-curious Female, 53
United Kingdom
Forum
Attention Whore
Wet Panties At Work
Wet
Panties
At
Work
Bet
Titties
Flat
Irk
Forget
Subtleties
Twat
Jerk
Beget
Sensitivities
Format
Smirk
Sweet
Improprieties
Wildcat
Beserk
Pet
Cavitities
Entreat
Clerk
Each Time I Encounter
Some Young Turk
I End Up With
Wet Panties At Work
Challenge: Suncream Seduction
Wet
Panties
At
Work
Bet
Titties
Flat
Irk
Forget
Subtleties
Twat
Jerk
Beget
Sensitivities
Format
Smirk
Sweet
Improprieties
Wildcat
Beserk
Pet
Cavitities
Entreat
Clerk
Each Time I Encounter
Some Young Turk
I End Up With
Wet Panties At Work
Challenge: Suncream Seduction
Attention Whore
Water Sex
Two droplets on a window pane
Casting glances at the other,
Admiring each curvaceous form
Seeking a water lover.
A male and female we do have
Ask me not, how I know.
And as I sat engrossed, enrapt
They put on quite a show.
The first, the girl, did make a move
Came drifting down to him;
Her pearlescent form rubbing against
His palpitating rim.
And reaching forth, her tender lips
Placed kisses on his skin;
Pressing into his globular form
They lost themselves to sin.
Drenched and dripping was she now;
Soaked; sodden with desire.
Her transparent epidermis
Alive, aflame, afire
He entered her, and I did watch;
The curious voyeur;
As he did fuck her vehemently
Demonstrating grandeur
In every thrust of his dear self
Into her liquid flesh,
Their Rubenesque forms
Proclaimed their pleasure fresh.
And as they neared their climaxes,
I was quite overcome,
By their rampant exhibition;
To lust I did succumb.
So rain did splatter on the glass
Droplets fucking everywhere,
Whilst splayed, displayed and finger-full
I came without a care.
Challenge: whatever Redlips puts
Two droplets on a window pane
Casting glances at the other,
Admiring each curvaceous form
Seeking a water lover.
A male and female we do have
Ask me not, how I know.
And as I sat engrossed, enrapt
They put on quite a show.
The first, the girl, did make a move
Came drifting down to him;
Her pearlescent form rubbing against
His palpitating rim.
And reaching forth, her tender lips
Placed kisses on his skin;
Pressing into his globular form
They lost themselves to sin.
Drenched and dripping was she now;
Soaked; sodden with desire.
Her transparent epidermis
Alive, aflame, afire
He entered her, and I did watch;
The curious voyeur;
As he did fuck her vehemently
Demonstrating grandeur
In every thrust of his dear self
Into her liquid flesh,
Their Rubenesque forms
Proclaimed their pleasure fresh.
And as they neared their climaxes,
I was quite overcome,
By their rampant exhibition;
To lust I did succumb.
So rain did splatter on the glass
Droplets fucking everywhere,
Whilst splayed, displayed and finger-full
I came without a care.
Challenge: whatever Redlips puts
Attention Whore
Okay, I know I am going to sound all pretentious and whatnot, but I guess that is a part of me.
For me, great writing is about the person behind the words, rather than simply just the narrative tale unfolding before me. One of my constant criticisms of much erotica is that it consists of cliched storytelling and two dimensional characters. When I read great fiction, whether classic or contemporary, I find the author revealed through their work ... you simply cannot read Austen, Chandler, Hardy, Faulkner, (et al) and the thousands of brilliant contempoarary authors without coming to understand some of what are the issues that rattle around inside their brain. For me, writing erotica involves similar contemplative thought and through all of my writing (both poetic and prose) I am always looking to communicate some aspects of my character and some of the issues that infiltrate my musings.
So yes, in brief, you can find me or elements of me in all my writings.
Having said all of that, I am an exceedingly private person (something that is as true of me in real life as it is here) and I feel no obligation to provide anyone with any details about me or to answer questions that I dont wish to answer (photographs and geographic location are automatic No's). But I have developed many relationships that I value highly here and those are only achieved by both individuals opening themselves up and offerring information about themselves ... and for those close friends I am prepared to chatter endlessly about the humdrum existence of my day to day life ... even if they would prefer that I didn't.
For me, great writing is about the person behind the words, rather than simply just the narrative tale unfolding before me. One of my constant criticisms of much erotica is that it consists of cliched storytelling and two dimensional characters. When I read great fiction, whether classic or contemporary, I find the author revealed through their work ... you simply cannot read Austen, Chandler, Hardy, Faulkner, (et al) and the thousands of brilliant contempoarary authors without coming to understand some of what are the issues that rattle around inside their brain. For me, writing erotica involves similar contemplative thought and through all of my writing (both poetic and prose) I am always looking to communicate some aspects of my character and some of the issues that infiltrate my musings.
So yes, in brief, you can find me or elements of me in all my writings.
Having said all of that, I am an exceedingly private person (something that is as true of me in real life as it is here) and I feel no obligation to provide anyone with any details about me or to answer questions that I dont wish to answer (photographs and geographic location are automatic No's). But I have developed many relationships that I value highly here and those are only achieved by both individuals opening themselves up and offerring information about themselves ... and for those close friends I am prepared to chatter endlessly about the humdrum existence of my day to day life ... even if they would prefer that I didn't.
Attention Whore
Quote by Gurlyboy
*bows out* I can't compete with that.
Please don't Gurlyboy, for surely it is no competition ...
And I, for one, would miss your poetic musings ...
And yes, CBT is Cock and Ball Torture. That delightfully instructive activity whereby one entreats a pretty prick to overcome its natural aversion to spurt forth yummy cum despite the pain and sufferring it must endure.
Attention Whore
Quote by Shylass
Dunk me in your milky stuff,
Coat me with your cream.
Thrust my ever smiling face
Somewhere quite obscene.
Ogle me, my arms splayed wide;
Yummy legs, fixed spread,
Just wanton and available
Tasty gingerbread.
Stroke my skin and watch me crumble,
Falling into bliss.
Use me any way you want;
Your Gingerbread Miss.
Attention Whore
Oh I have journeyed around the globe
In search of such a succulent lobe
An ear perfect for my tongue to probe
Flawless flesh to lash and strobe.
I really cant believe my luck
To stumble on a handsome buck
Whose fleshy node I yearn to suck
Whose slender cock I deign to fuck.
Cock doth plunder; pussy ripple
Suckling lips about my nipple
Masticating mouth does drool and dribble
His blood filled lobe I roughly nibble.
Pretty petal lips glisten with dew
As his uninspiring cock I screw
Caring not for his thick male goo
Enraptured by the hot flesh I chew.
I pulse, absorbed by my own sweet kink
(Perhaps I ought consult a shrink)
Pussy and lips quivering in utter sync
As his mouth loved lobe turns awfully pink.
Gripping his cock with muscles tight
My pleasure spirals to a new height
Head exploding; brilliant white light
That abused flesh, sharp teeth did bite.
Poor boy! It was a pitiful scream
I'm sure it wasn't like this in his dream
I coated his groin with my pussy cream
As his agonised ear my tongue did ream.
I cared not for his pathetic bleats
Trapped as he was beneath my sheets
The Lord provides such bountiful feasts
And my teeth can bare resist such treats.
So if you possess a pretty ear
Pray, don't be scared; come snuggle here
There truly is naught for you to fear
I really am an absolute dear.
Wolfish Grin
"Yummy! Quite, quite, yummy!"
Licks Lips
Challenge: CBT
In search of such a succulent lobe
An ear perfect for my tongue to probe
Flawless flesh to lash and strobe.
I really cant believe my luck
To stumble on a handsome buck
Whose fleshy node I yearn to suck
Whose slender cock I deign to fuck.
Cock doth plunder; pussy ripple
Suckling lips about my nipple
Masticating mouth does drool and dribble
His blood filled lobe I roughly nibble.
Pretty petal lips glisten with dew
As his uninspiring cock I screw
Caring not for his thick male goo
Enraptured by the hot flesh I chew.
I pulse, absorbed by my own sweet kink
(Perhaps I ought consult a shrink)
Pussy and lips quivering in utter sync
As his mouth loved lobe turns awfully pink.
Gripping his cock with muscles tight
My pleasure spirals to a new height
Head exploding; brilliant white light
That abused flesh, sharp teeth did bite.
Poor boy! It was a pitiful scream
I'm sure it wasn't like this in his dream
I coated his groin with my pussy cream
As his agonised ear my tongue did ream.
I cared not for his pathetic bleats
Trapped as he was beneath my sheets
The Lord provides such bountiful feasts
And my teeth can bare resist such treats.
So if you possess a pretty ear
Pray, don't be scared; come snuggle here
There truly is naught for you to fear
I really am an absolute dear.
Wolfish Grin
"Yummy! Quite, quite, yummy!"
Licks Lips
Challenge: CBT
Attention Whore
Quote by sprite
i hate my story, i hate that people actually expect me to be able to write, i am thinking of just dropping out, there's too much pressure to be good. i think i need to go visit the rage cage. good luck, everyone, anyone who actually writes and turns something in for this is a winner, you know. *flees*
Oh poor little sprite!
At least you were brave enough to try ... some of us are too chicken to even contemplate the idea.
Good luck, and much respect, to everybody who does submit a story x
Attention Whore
"Dunkin Donuts" I do declare
"You want to put your scrotum there?"
"Oh please, dear dinkums, my sweetpea
If you would only suckle me;
Just as I enjoyed in far off days
When the Harrow ruggar team would haze
Smithers-Jones and Tom Eustace
Lowering ourselves atop a face
Enrapt to feel those swollen lips
Sobbing, cleansing my love pips
As I stroked my thick love shaft
And wondered whether; this might sound daft;
Such delicious delights made me gay ...
But that's a topic for another day ...
So please and please, I'm begging thee
Do this one sweet thing for me."
I stop him there, I've heard enough
And in a voice steel hard, not rough,
I explain quite carefully
That his balls unto a tree
Them I will be forced to tie
Most definitely a branch on high,
Leaving him to dangle there
A warning to those that dare
Suggest to me such degradation
By those who should really know their station.
Challenge: Glass Dildo
"You want to put your scrotum there?"
"Oh please, dear dinkums, my sweetpea
If you would only suckle me;
Just as I enjoyed in far off days
When the Harrow ruggar team would haze
Smithers-Jones and Tom Eustace
Lowering ourselves atop a face
Enrapt to feel those swollen lips
Sobbing, cleansing my love pips
As I stroked my thick love shaft
And wondered whether; this might sound daft;
Such delicious delights made me gay ...
But that's a topic for another day ...
So please and please, I'm begging thee
Do this one sweet thing for me."
I stop him there, I've heard enough
And in a voice steel hard, not rough,
I explain quite carefully
That his balls unto a tree
Them I will be forced to tie
Most definitely a branch on high,
Leaving him to dangle there
A warning to those that dare
Suggest to me such degradation
By those who should really know their station.
Challenge: Glass Dildo
Attention Whore
Quote by Catnip
I love that one Cumgirl.
Oh thank you, Catnip
Curtseys
And that is just a preview from my forthcoming poetic collection on the current fiscal crisis overwhelming Europe where I find interesting rhymes for "Quantative Easing" ... its oh so pleasing; "International Monetary Fund" ... completely moribund; "Austerity and Sarkozy" ... naughty, naughty, over my knee; and the ever popular "Banking Sector Collapse" ... not unlike a game of craps.
So do please ensure you purchase a copy so that my current double dipped recession doesn't spiral downwards into a full blown depression.
Xxx
Attention Whore
For me it depends on the poetic form as well as the inspiration ... Haiku are fairly instantaneous, 8/6 syllable rhyming couplets seem to flow quite naturally so usually no more than a couple of hours, but more complicated forms such as Sonnets often take me 24 hours and undergo as many edits and re-writes as I would give a prose story.
Recently I tried to write something in the same format as Dante's Divine Comedy which has a hendecasyllabic (11 syllables per line) rhythm and is composed of a tercet rhyme scheme (aba, bcb, cdc) ... which ended up being two of the most painful and pointless hours of my entire life x
Recently I tried to write something in the same format as Dante's Divine Comedy which has a hendecasyllabic (11 syllables per line) rhythm and is composed of a tercet rhyme scheme (aba, bcb, cdc) ... which ended up being two of the most painful and pointless hours of my entire life x
Attention Whore
Vaginal Crossfire - When You have the fortunate opportunity to Nail more than one Snatch at a time but you Dont know where to start.
Example - John was sat in a bar with his girlfriend who is keen to be taken back home tonight when Two lesbians catch him before his trip to the toilet and invite him back to theirs tonight for some "Fun." In the toilet he recieves a call from his ex saying that she wants him to come and fullfill her needs.
The Description of this puzzle going on in his head is called "Vaginal Crossfire"
One evening in a bar with John
Enjoying ‘drinky poos’,
Returning from a toilet trip
He’s bursting with some news:
“Two lesbians, I do declare,
Have got the hots for me.
They’ve seen the error of their ways
It’s for me to set them free.
Their aching bodies burn with lust,
My huge cock they require,
And only my attentions
Can quench their sexual fire.”
My glass I pull from dampened lips
And fix him with a stare;
My eyebrows raise, my lips do curl
Amused by this ‘affair’.
Some words do form within my mind
That might express disdain.
Before I can deliver them
He’s got a new refrain.
“When I reached the toilet safe,
Cock hard and tight of ball
My mobile phone did start to ring
You’ll not guess who did call
‘Twas pretty Anne” … the insane one,
The one he calls his ‘ex’ …
“She’s fixated by my lovemaking
Is desperate for sex.
Oh grovel, beg and plead did she
Her pussy’s in such need.”
I summon up a skyward look
Disbelieving of his greed,
And wondering if the last drink
Was such a good idea.
Before my tongue can form the words
More delusion does appear.
“And will you be my new girlfriend?
I know you are quite smitten.
The desire, the lust, you have for me
Across your face is written.
And I can sense the trembling
That makes your body quiver.
Oh, when I get you ‘twixt the sheets
You’ll find in me a giver.
For I will tongue your yummy twat
As Anne does give me head,
A lesbian on each hand fixed;
‘T’will be a perfect bed.”
His eyes were bright, his face was flushed,
Ridiculous his leer;
And then without another word
He collapsed into his beer.
Vaginal crossfire did claim John
On that we can agree.
His deluded mind sunk beneath
A boyhood fantasy.
Shower Scene
Example - John was sat in a bar with his girlfriend who is keen to be taken back home tonight when Two lesbians catch him before his trip to the toilet and invite him back to theirs tonight for some "Fun." In the toilet he recieves a call from his ex saying that she wants him to come and fullfill her needs.
The Description of this puzzle going on in his head is called "Vaginal Crossfire"
One evening in a bar with John
Enjoying ‘drinky poos’,
Returning from a toilet trip
He’s bursting with some news:
“Two lesbians, I do declare,
Have got the hots for me.
They’ve seen the error of their ways
It’s for me to set them free.
Their aching bodies burn with lust,
My huge cock they require,
And only my attentions
Can quench their sexual fire.”
My glass I pull from dampened lips
And fix him with a stare;
My eyebrows raise, my lips do curl
Amused by this ‘affair’.
Some words do form within my mind
That might express disdain.
Before I can deliver them
He’s got a new refrain.
“When I reached the toilet safe,
Cock hard and tight of ball
My mobile phone did start to ring
You’ll not guess who did call
‘Twas pretty Anne” … the insane one,
The one he calls his ‘ex’ …
“She’s fixated by my lovemaking
Is desperate for sex.
Oh grovel, beg and plead did she
Her pussy’s in such need.”
I summon up a skyward look
Disbelieving of his greed,
And wondering if the last drink
Was such a good idea.
Before my tongue can form the words
More delusion does appear.
“And will you be my new girlfriend?
I know you are quite smitten.
The desire, the lust, you have for me
Across your face is written.
And I can sense the trembling
That makes your body quiver.
Oh, when I get you ‘twixt the sheets
You’ll find in me a giver.
For I will tongue your yummy twat
As Anne does give me head,
A lesbian on each hand fixed;
‘T’will be a perfect bed.”
His eyes were bright, his face was flushed,
Ridiculous his leer;
And then without another word
He collapsed into his beer.
Vaginal crossfire did claim John
On that we can agree.
His deluded mind sunk beneath
A boyhood fantasy.
Shower Scene
Attention Whore
Thank you Mazza ... I had hoped it would be acceptable x
There is a bar in Maryland
It's called 'The Bearded Clam'
Of sexual innuendo
They do not give a damn:
Though you can buy a t-shirt
That claims "No muff, too tuff"
That is a mighty powerful boast
I hope they know their stuff.
I've ogled every patron
Shortlisted those I like
And soon I will be travelling
By plane and train and bike.
My pretty kitty is not tough
It's smooth, soft and hairless
And it will purr quite merrily
When lovingly caressed.
Dear patron of The Bearded Clam
Do clamber from your stool
Stop your reading, sup up your pint
Finish that game of pool.
A beardless clam I bring to you
Your boast you must make good
I really, really, really hope
I've not misunderstood.
Because that would be embarrassing
Stood, waiting and expectant
Juices trickling down my thighs
The bar filling with my scent.
Whilst all you lovely people
Continued with your day
Leaving me and my pent up need
To quietly skulk away.
And Eviotis' challenge is ... FAKE BOOBIES
There is a bar in Maryland
It's called 'The Bearded Clam'
Of sexual innuendo
They do not give a damn:
Though you can buy a t-shirt
That claims "No muff, too tuff"
That is a mighty powerful boast
I hope they know their stuff.
I've ogled every patron
Shortlisted those I like
And soon I will be travelling
By plane and train and bike.
My pretty kitty is not tough
It's smooth, soft and hairless
And it will purr quite merrily
When lovingly caressed.
Dear patron of The Bearded Clam
Do clamber from your stool
Stop your reading, sup up your pint
Finish that game of pool.
A beardless clam I bring to you
Your boast you must make good
I really, really, really hope
I've not misunderstood.
Because that would be embarrassing
Stood, waiting and expectant
Juices trickling down my thighs
The bar filling with my scent.
Whilst all you lovely people
Continued with your day
Leaving me and my pent up need
To quietly skulk away.
And Eviotis' challenge is ... FAKE BOOBIES
Attention Whore
Sorry but I have written this, so I will post ...
Oh dear we have a wet patch
It really is quite wide
And, dear boy, I do declare
It to be on your side.
Those pleading eyes aren't gonna work
In fact it's quite a bore
And if you keep on whimpering
You'll sleep upon the floor
You've shot your load; had your fun
You made that yummy mess
Repeatedly refused to lick it up
Even under duress.
So stop your fuss and 'man up'
It's truly not that bad
It is but a small reminder of
The pleasure that we've had.
Dry your eyes and wipe your nose
It's not nice to watch you weep
And please do stop that sniffling
'Cause now I wish to sleep.
And wildcat's challenge was/is: The bearded clam
Oh dear we have a wet patch
It really is quite wide
And, dear boy, I do declare
It to be on your side.
Those pleading eyes aren't gonna work
In fact it's quite a bore
And if you keep on whimpering
You'll sleep upon the floor
You've shot your load; had your fun
You made that yummy mess
Repeatedly refused to lick it up
Even under duress.
So stop your fuss and 'man up'
It's truly not that bad
It is but a small reminder of
The pleasure that we've had.
Dry your eyes and wipe your nose
It's not nice to watch you weep
And please do stop that sniffling
'Cause now I wish to sleep.
And wildcat's challenge was/is: The bearded clam
Attention Whore
All my writing is 1st person, present tense. As a reader I find 3rd person past tense dislocating and experience difficulty engaging in any depth with the characters.
My stories have always been about ME ... how self-obsessed is that? ... so it has always seemed appropriate to focus the narrative clearly from the character representative of me. Other characters simply exist for me to interact with, to act as reflective objects of my inner desires and demons.
One day, maybe, I'll escape such teenage behaviour, grow up and engage in proper omniscient 3rd person narratation with a range of fully developed characters ...
Though I doubt it x
My stories have always been about ME ... how self-obsessed is that? ... so it has always seemed appropriate to focus the narrative clearly from the character representative of me. Other characters simply exist for me to interact with, to act as reflective objects of my inner desires and demons.
One day, maybe, I'll escape such teenage behaviour, grow up and engage in proper omniscient 3rd person narratation with a range of fully developed characters ...
Though I doubt it x