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Frank_Lee
2 months ago
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Clearly, people need to be more aware of the valuable time the mods contribute here, and resubmitting a story that's been deleted does seem to be a presumptuous abuse of their time. It would be understandable if someone deleted a story and then made significant revisions, but now with the option to hide the story, deleting wouldn't be necessary. The policy of not verifying stories that were already verified once before is clear and fair.
However, if I didn't have the option to easily delete material that essentially belongs to me, I'd have to think a lot harder about whether to submit something or not. I'd probably stop submitting poems altogether if I didn't have the option to delete them.
While the incredible contribution of the mods here is absolutely indispensable, not to mention gracious on a Herculean level, it's also true that many writers here invest a great deal of time and effort in their writing, and then submit what we write here for people's free entertainment. It's a whole lot of work on everyone's part, and the option to delete shows us deference and respect. Please leave this option as it is.
However, if I didn't have the option to easily delete material that essentially belongs to me, I'd have to think a lot harder about whether to submit something or not. I'd probably stop submitting poems altogether if I didn't have the option to delete them.
While the incredible contribution of the mods here is absolutely indispensable, not to mention gracious on a Herculean level, it's also true that many writers here invest a great deal of time and effort in their writing, and then submit what we write here for people's free entertainment. It's a whole lot of work on everyone's part, and the option to delete shows us deference and respect. Please leave this option as it is.
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Wow! Happy birthday Lush!
Thank you, Nicola...and thank you to so many...for being here and being who you are. Lush gives something more than a little sexy entertainment to so many. Y'all rock!
Can we make a video of LadyX blowing out the candles?
After that, can we light 'em back up and make a video of sprite blowing them out again?
And after that, can we....damn....we're gonna need a LOT of candles!
Thank you, Nicola...and thank you to so many...for being here and being who you are. Lush gives something more than a little sexy entertainment to so many. Y'all rock!
Can we make a video of LadyX blowing out the candles?
After that, can we light 'em back up and make a video of sprite blowing them out again?
And after that, can we....damn....we're gonna need a LOT of candles!
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Quote by slipperywhenwet2012
I'm sure something like this already exists, but oh well, here it goes again.
In lieu (lol, lieu) of some issues that I have been dealing with lately and the quick and cheery responses I've received, I thought it'd be a nice gesture to tell the mods just how much I appreciate them, even the ones I've never interacted with directly.
So thanks to all site moderators, chat moderators, bullshit-put-up-withers, and anyone else I may have left out. This is the most amazing and unique erotica community I've ever been apart of. So to all of you good folks that make this place what it is, I sincerely appreciate you.
I'm glad that despite all of the crap you put up with on a daily basis, you still think this place and we Lushies are worth your extensive efforts!
Whether it's been done before or not shouldn't matter. The mods here volunteer their time for everyone else's benefit on a daily basis. You all provide a wonderful service and do so with a good nature, even when the clueless among us treat you with undeserved stupidity. I think you all ROCK! and remain genuinely grateful for the time and effort you give us all.
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Human beings are indeed complex entities. I don't fully understand why some people almost feel a sense of ownership, if that's an adequate word, of those who create things they enjoy. Frank Sinatra and Miles Davis were two of the biggest assholes to walk the Earth, yet they were two of the greatest artists of their time. More and more, I don't want to know personal details about the artists I enjoy because it gets in the way of my enjoyment of the music or book or film. I share personal details on a case by case basis, perhaps less and less as time goes by. My personal attitude is that I simply don't fucking matter. Please just read my stories, and I really truly hope people will enjoy them as much as possible. If someone feels something deep...even better...that part of me reached that part of someone else, and that makes it damn good to be alive...to be human.
Generally, it freaks me out anytime someone associates me too closely with something I've written. I just tell stories. I don't even tell them very well, to be perfectly honest. Certainly not as well as many others here. But people come to Lush for all kinds of reasons, and a site like this provides a very valuable outlet for a lot of people. I would never discourage anyone from writing to say something about a story or poem they read, but I would only hope to receive the same personal respect I would offer in return. However, I never would have expected to, but I've met some truly wonderful people here.
Well...ok...here goes: In fact, I am a very short, fat and mostly bald. I have a mustache I never trim, but that's ok because it hides the nest of hair growing out of my nostrils. I work as a janitor in a huge industrial complex, and spend most of my time in the boiler room where I write pornographic stories on rolls of toilet paper I steal from the supply room. My olive drab uniform hangs too low off my hips, and my butt crack shows so deep someone could plant daisies in it if they had a mind. I smoke cigars and chew tobacco simultaneously, and I spit pretty much anywhere I feel like it. Cheerleaders and fashion models all love me, however, because I am hung like a farm animal, and the wild swinger parties we throw down in the boiler room are the stuff of legend. We take numerous pictures of the scandalous goings on, but in the interest of protecting my personal privacy, I can only share these pictures with sprite.
Generally, it freaks me out anytime someone associates me too closely with something I've written. I just tell stories. I don't even tell them very well, to be perfectly honest. Certainly not as well as many others here. But people come to Lush for all kinds of reasons, and a site like this provides a very valuable outlet for a lot of people. I would never discourage anyone from writing to say something about a story or poem they read, but I would only hope to receive the same personal respect I would offer in return. However, I never would have expected to, but I've met some truly wonderful people here.
Well...ok...here goes: In fact, I am a very short, fat and mostly bald. I have a mustache I never trim, but that's ok because it hides the nest of hair growing out of my nostrils. I work as a janitor in a huge industrial complex, and spend most of my time in the boiler room where I write pornographic stories on rolls of toilet paper I steal from the supply room. My olive drab uniform hangs too low off my hips, and my butt crack shows so deep someone could plant daisies in it if they had a mind. I smoke cigars and chew tobacco simultaneously, and I spit pretty much anywhere I feel like it. Cheerleaders and fashion models all love me, however, because I am hung like a farm animal, and the wild swinger parties we throw down in the boiler room are the stuff of legend. We take numerous pictures of the scandalous goings on, but in the interest of protecting my personal privacy, I can only share these pictures with sprite.
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D was once arrested for indecent exposure while urinating in the bushes when waiting in line to buy tickets to a Lady Gaga concert. He was seated in the back of the squad car only to find himself face to face with Paul Ruebens, who'd just been arrested on a similar charge.
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That moment when your lips finally touch, crashing through whatever uncertainties and hesitations remain, and the heat of her breath swirls into the cavern of your open mouth...that's what being alive is all about. After that, fucking is just exercise.
Of course, we all need to get plenty of exercise.
Of course, we all need to get plenty of exercise.
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Quote by Simply_Susan
Yes...and not to sound cliche but I think everyone I know can say the same. The tired line of "You can't help who you fall in love wit" is too true on many levels.There are times I have wondered if it was really love or simply the idea of love that i felt, but either way was a lesson I needed to learn to cope with life in my future.
Cope? I thought that was a soft drink?
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This is an irresistible question, and I'll beg forgiveness in advance if this makes me sound like a complete pig. Ok..deep breath, steady the hands to type...but in the right position, that enticing little hollow of skin is exposed just between a woman's pussy and the very apex of her thigh. This is the absolute silkiest skin anywhere on her body. A lover's lips fit there like a glove, and the little concavity of it seems made for the lover's breath to warm it. And of course the view from here is magnificent. Neither thigh nor pussy, this tiny patch of heaven has no name, and if anyone is aware of a name for it, please keep it to yourself.
But then, oh jeezus, there are those dimples at the base of a woman's spine, like little thumb depressions.
And then there's....
Dangerous question, kittendancer4. Shame on you.
But then, oh jeezus, there are those dimples at the base of a woman's spine, like little thumb depressions.
And then there's....
Dangerous question, kittendancer4. Shame on you.
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Ok, sheepdog...you work in a family business? Don't take this the wrong way, ok? But take a fuckin vacation! Get on a goddam airplane and go see this woman and kiss her feet and beg her to forgive you for being as big an idiot as your pal, frank. I've had about 25 more years than you to fuck up my life, and I've really practiced hard so I could hone that to a fine art. Trust me, you don't want to get to be my age and have to wonder "what if". Take it from a guy who chose about an hour ago to rip out his own heart and toss it into rush hour traffic, we're the only ones who can break our own hearts. This ache in my right now feels fuckin impossible, but it's telling me I'm alive. It's telling me how stupid I am, too, but that part I'm used to. I knew that already. But it's telling me I wasn't wasting my time. I know that probably doesn't make much sense to anyone else..but...the older and supposedly wiser I get, the more I'm beginning to think it's the fairy tales that are true and real life is the bullshit.
Sorry for the rant. Just sayin', ya know?
Sorry for the rant. Just sayin', ya know?
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Quote by shima21Yeah, sometimes you don't even know it happened. And sometimes it feels like there are more reasons to stay apart than together. I hope you got something good back from all those tears.
how many time can you cry tho to your give up of ur love, life and dreams
I feel sorry for men who don't know how to cry. I hope you don't mind if I venture a guess just from the things you've said here, but you sound like one of the very rare and very lucky ones to have a huge capacity for loving someone. Some people just have all that simmering in them and need to pour it over the right man or woman. Cry your ass off. It's one of the ways your soul has of healing itself. And whatever you're feeling now, however much it hurts, it doesn't change the fact that the future is immense and unpredictable. The one you love may one day get the point before it's too late, but there's someone out there waiting, needing exactly what it is you have to give. Know that what you have to give whoever he or she is is better than anything. And they're going to be totally astonished when they find you.
I used to think love was a big joke. Just something invented by corporations like Disney so they could profit selling fairy tales. The truth was I just didn't want anyone to notice how badly I wanted it.
Here's something that's even worse, loving someone you can't have, knowing they love you back just as much and just as hopelessly.
stay strong and keep it alive
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Quote by LittleMissBitchQuote by FrankLee090
Ok, I really don't mean to sound dense, and I feel you all more than you know, but what's the point of falling in love with someone you can actually have? Honest question. Are we supposed to believe we even have any control over who we fall in love with? A life without heartbreak would be a horrible crime.
sometimes you dont even know it happened until it slaps you in the face and realize that you arent sure how you can possibly live without the other. and then of course it dissolves or blows up or whatever and you spend 7 straight months and counting crying your eyes out.
Did this person have any idea someone loved them that much?
Yeah, sometimes you don't even know it happened. And sometimes it feels like there are more reasons to stay apart than together. I hope you got something good back from all those tears.
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Ok, I really don't mean to sound dense, and I feel you all more than you know, but what's the point of falling in love with someone you can actually have? Honest question. Are we supposed to believe we even have any control over who we fall in love with? A life without heartbreak would be a horrible crime.
Shima, I feel you especially. Hang in there. That feeling inside you is a force of nature, and if you allow it, it can make you stronger. Just take a walk down the street and look around at the zombies who never had such good fortune to feel that alive. I know how much it hurts. Trust me on that. In the long run, it'll either work or it won't, and the next time you meet someone, you're gonna have all that power of love in you enough to her up like a city.
Shima, I feel you especially. Hang in there. That feeling inside you is a force of nature, and if you allow it, it can make you stronger. Just take a walk down the street and look around at the zombies who never had such good fortune to feel that alive. I know how much it hurts. Trust me on that. In the long run, it'll either work or it won't, and the next time you meet someone, you're gonna have all that power of love in you enough to her up like a city.