The Python taught me that it was ok to be a little weird, maybe even nuts. They truly changed my life. Mr. Jones will be missed.
RIP Terry Jones
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GabrielSweet
Over 90 days ago
Straight Male, 68
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I have a few true ones ....
https://www.lushstories.com/stories/first-time/the-ritual.aspx
https://www.lushstories.com/stories/quickie-sex/the-laundry-mat.aspx
https://www.lushstories.com/stories/straight-sex/birthday-gift-1.aspx
https://www.lushstories.com/stories/straight-sex/star.aspx
And my story.....
https://www.lushstories.com/stories/bdsm/the-invitation-gabriels-beginning.aspx
https://www.lushstories.com/stories/first-time/the-ritual.aspx
https://www.lushstories.com/stories/quickie-sex/the-laundry-mat.aspx
https://www.lushstories.com/stories/straight-sex/birthday-gift-1.aspx
https://www.lushstories.com/stories/straight-sex/star.aspx
And my story.....
https://www.lushstories.com/stories/bdsm/the-invitation-gabriels-beginning.aspx
HAPPY BIRTHDAY HEIDI 
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Quote by Beffer
I think its intent is derogatory as there is no male equivalent, but speaking for those of us who fit the commonly held usage, I couldn't care less what society thinks of me.
First, Satyr is not the male equivalent of a slut at all. A Satyr is a lustful, drunken Woodland God. Either depicted as a human with horse ears, legs, and tail, or a human with goat ears, horns, legs, and tail. Their habitat is remote areas far from human civilization.
The male equivalent of slut would be rake, libertine, Lothario, or womanizer. They are also referred to as a Romeo, Cassinova, or Don Juan. The male terms were almost pleasant because simply the people that decided these meanings were men and to them, it was not a bad thing for a man to be promiscuous. The women that were more free-spirited and took multiple lovers, male and female were more independent and less likely to be as easily controlled. So the imbalance between them became normal.
That also carries over to other terms we us when we make a gender distinction in a job. Female prostitutes are called Whore and hooker and the male is called a gigolo. The name even sounds happier.
The whole thing actually comes down to it is just a word and WE get to decide what it means and even what it means in our own lives. I love those that are proud to be sluts. I for one believe I am a slut. I LOVE the naughty stuff and can't get enough. So call me a slut or a Lothario, as long as you call me, dear Beffer.
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SLUT
Sexy
Lovable
Uninhibited
Talent
I applaud you Sir for the best answer here.
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True dat.
I say just follow your fantasies. Write about the thing(s) that turns YOU on the most - don't try to please your readers. That'll ensure it's passionate and give it a unique voice. The more you write, the more you can explore.
I agree 110% with what Verbal says. I forgot this simple idea and for 9 months I keep trying to write what I thought others wanted to read. I read his simple advice and remember who I am writing for. Now all I can do is thank him from the bottom of my heart. I read this, realized what I was doing and wrote a story that night. It is posted and doing very well. All because Verbal helped me remember who I was truly writing for. Thank you Sir. I owe you a lot more than I can even say.
Write for you, make yourself happy. Then others will find you and see what you can truly do. 
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISS CURVY 
(felt bad about being a day late, so I got a little band to sing to you)
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Freakin at the Freaker's Ball ... kinda a Lush theme sone ...
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It's Hard to Kiss the Lips At Night, That Chew Your Ass Out All Day Long
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Candy I loved the video, so spot on.
I always thought the nazis were a fun-loving lot. Nice to know that der Furrer was reluctant to write about lol ...
I always thought the nazis were a fun-loving lot. Nice to know that der Furrer was reluctant to write about lol ...
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I don't keep a lot secret. I share my stories off Lush so everyone pretty much knows my secrets. I am the dirty old man on the corner lol. But I would like to ask LustLandSlut a question in reference to...
Can I ask what bus and train routes you take, please....?
Also, Bethany, if you are talking about the thing with the beany babies and the snow cones, I don't think anyone here will care
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Well..........
In the rowdex bus or subway train i secretly offer my ody to be groped or played y strangers without lettiythem know that I’m interested
Can I ask what bus and train routes you take, please....?
Also, Bethany, if you are talking about the thing with the beany babies and the snow cones, I don't think anyone here will care
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I only keep it a secret on Lush because I'll violate ToS if I share it here. :-(
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Last night, Christmas night I was alone, well except for a few friends Jose and Don P. Well as those friends often do I find my all alone ass feeling rather depressed. I came here and at the time there were none of my friends online. So I started looking for something to do and found the poem T'was the Night Before Christmas. I decided to write a parody and post it on my blog. Did you know that damn thing is 56 lines long? Well it took all night and most of the contents of my friends but I finished it. Then I went to post it in my blog ... TOO BIG. Now since I have spent the time and drank all my friends I truly needed to post it. YOu know so I wasn't wasting the alcohol. If you don't want it here by all means remove it.To be honest I kinda liked it when it was done, again may have been the alochol. Please let me know....
T'were the Night Just Afore Christmas
(Waiting on Uncle Nick)
T’were the night just afore Christmas, I was just sittin’ at the house
Amos was stirrin cause he’s just caught a mouse
My socks theys a dryin by the fireplace over thar
And we’s hopin Uncle Nick were almost here
Well, the kids be laid out on pallets in their rooms
And Bubba’s eatin peanut butter fudge and macaroons
Now, Mama’s blowin her nose in her hankie as I take off my ball cap
Beings it purdy close to time fer the Christmas Eve nap (wink wink)
All of a sudden out in the yard, a crash near the barn like something did slam it
I bolted from my bed and right on Jr legos. Oh shit that hurts Damnit
I ran to the winder, you’d thunk I’s the Flash
I yanked open that curtain and it came down with a crash
Now the moon, OMG, made every thing glisten all covered with snow
Makin it look like the middle of the day round whatever it show’d
You ain’t gonna believe what my bloodshot eyes saw comin’ near
It was a tiny little sleigh being pulled by some deer
There was this raggety ole dude looking a little sick
So I kinda wundered, maybe it‘s Uncle Nick
Now let me tell ya, them deers were moving when they came
Nick then whistled and hollared callin em by name
One was named Denise and I believe a Danny, plus a Phil and a Vicky
There was a Cosmo, and Stupid and I think one named Licks em.
He hollars, “Up top of the porch and all the way up the wall
Come of now fellas, let’s dash away ya’ll”
Now up on the housetop them flying deer flew
Takin’ the sleigh, them toys, and Uncle Nick too
Then all of a sudden I hear’d on the roof
Some prancin and pawing from them little hoves
Pulling back my noggen and whippin around
I saw Santa as he kicked the door down
I know what your thinking as I glaced at the fireplace
It was then I member’d it was just a little gas one
He was all covered in fur from the cap to the floor
And them furs was all dirty with ashes and more
He had a big bag of toys hung over his back
And he looked like ol Mr Wilson when he was livin out back
His eyes well they sparkled and them dimples were cute
His face it glowed red Like Miss Amy’s porchlight do
His tiny little mouth was all puckered up so
That white beard was frosted, you know, cause it had snowed
The ceegar in his teeth was barely a stubble
And the smoke wrapped round his head, well, like it does Bubba’s
His face was fat and of so pudgy so to make it match his big ol’ belly
It shook when he laugh’d, like some a Mamaw’s jelly
He’s a chubby, rollie pollie and rather proud of his self
Still, I had ta laugh lookin at him and spilled tea on myself
With a wink of those eyes and slight cock of his head
I truly believed there weren’t nuthin to dread
He ain’t said nuttin just got right down to it
Filling all them dang socks as quick as he could do it
He lay his one finger right next to his nose
After noddin his head, well he went an open’d the door
Cause ‘member the fireplace it’s gas, no chimney
He jumped over to his sleigh and let go a whistle
They took off and flew like some kinda missle
But, I did hear him hollar just afore he's outta sight
Happy Christmas to all, I think there’s a Denny’s on the right
T'were the Night Just Afore Christmas
(Waiting on Uncle Nick)
T’were the night just afore Christmas, I was just sittin’ at the house
Amos was stirrin cause he’s just caught a mouse
My socks theys a dryin by the fireplace over thar
And we’s hopin Uncle Nick were almost here
Well, the kids be laid out on pallets in their rooms
And Bubba’s eatin peanut butter fudge and macaroons
Now, Mama’s blowin her nose in her hankie as I take off my ball cap
Beings it purdy close to time fer the Christmas Eve nap (wink wink)
All of a sudden out in the yard, a crash near the barn like something did slam it
I bolted from my bed and right on Jr legos. Oh shit that hurts Damnit
I ran to the winder, you’d thunk I’s the Flash
I yanked open that curtain and it came down with a crash
Now the moon, OMG, made every thing glisten all covered with snow
Makin it look like the middle of the day round whatever it show’d
You ain’t gonna believe what my bloodshot eyes saw comin’ near
It was a tiny little sleigh being pulled by some deer
There was this raggety ole dude looking a little sick
So I kinda wundered, maybe it‘s Uncle Nick
Now let me tell ya, them deers were moving when they came
Nick then whistled and hollared callin em by name
One was named Denise and I believe a Danny, plus a Phil and a Vicky
There was a Cosmo, and Stupid and I think one named Licks em.
He hollars, “Up top of the porch and all the way up the wall
Come of now fellas, let’s dash away ya’ll”
Now up on the housetop them flying deer flew
Takin’ the sleigh, them toys, and Uncle Nick too
Then all of a sudden I hear’d on the roof
Some prancin and pawing from them little hoves
Pulling back my noggen and whippin around
I saw Santa as he kicked the door down
I know what your thinking as I glaced at the fireplace
It was then I member’d it was just a little gas one
He was all covered in fur from the cap to the floor
And them furs was all dirty with ashes and more
He had a big bag of toys hung over his back
And he looked like ol Mr Wilson when he was livin out back
His eyes well they sparkled and them dimples were cute
His face it glowed red Like Miss Amy’s porchlight do
His tiny little mouth was all puckered up so
That white beard was frosted, you know, cause it had snowed
The ceegar in his teeth was barely a stubble
And the smoke wrapped round his head, well, like it does Bubba’s
His face was fat and of so pudgy so to make it match his big ol’ belly
It shook when he laugh’d, like some a Mamaw’s jelly
He’s a chubby, rollie pollie and rather proud of his self
Still, I had ta laugh lookin at him and spilled tea on myself
With a wink of those eyes and slight cock of his head
I truly believed there weren’t nuthin to dread
He ain’t said nuttin just got right down to it
Filling all them dang socks as quick as he could do it
He lay his one finger right next to his nose
After noddin his head, well he went an open’d the door
Cause ‘member the fireplace it’s gas, no chimney
He jumped over to his sleigh and let go a whistle
They took off and flew like some kinda missle
But, I did hear him hollar just afore he's outta sight
Happy Christmas to all, I think there’s a Denny’s on the right
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damn lucky before I finished answering it was on to ....
Kind of a cry in my tequila kinda night. I love the holidays .... CHEERS
Kind of a cry in my tequila kinda night. I love the holidays .... CHEERS
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Well, when I first saw this I was listening to, believe it or not ....
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Dexter Gordon "I Guess I'll Hang My Tears Out to Dry", off the album "Go".
At 6'6" he was called The Sophisticated Giant. Tenor Sax
Sonny Clark – piano
Butch Warren – bass
Billy Higgins – drums
Sweet smooth jazz for the soul..... give him a listen.
At 6'6" he was called The Sophisticated Giant. Tenor Sax
Sonny Clark – piano
Butch Warren – bass
Billy Higgins – drums
Sweet smooth jazz for the soul..... give him a listen.
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I would love to but I hear she is a shark, What the hell, certainly I would.
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I honestly can't believe that a question about losing your vag or anal cherry could turn into a skirmish. Hats off to the members. Personally, I am here for the fun, I can't understand a discussion of pussy or pucker first could devolve into ANY kind of argument. I have another first for the list. Just for information, I prefer pussy over anal, not that anal is not awesome, but repeated anal has other side effects that I am not as happy with.
As I am sure, especially reading the comments, that there are countries or societies where that it is normal and a way past those over-extending restrictions of other's bodies, but there are those that are much more open and free. Perhaps that was overlooked about the background of the one being called 'crud' for their response. These restrictions to one's freedom might never have been a factor in her life so why would she not think it strange not to be free to do either.
I think too many people spend more time looking through the comments to find something to complain about and not as much time just considering the messages themselves. I know that some are just going to say that their only desire was to correct them or let them see their error. Wouldn't a private comment in their PM not do the same thing and yet not embarrass the origional person you are trying to "correct"? If people responded in real life the way too many people respond in these forums there would be a lot more punches throw on the street. Just because we are in a forum and in most respects anonymous, is no reason to lose our civility. Does it really help to call someone out in public because YOU didn't like their post? To me it seems all adult discussion tends to fall apart after an insult. Perhaps we are TOO anonymous.