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GrushaVashnadze
17 hours ago
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Quote by Meagananne1986
Have to admit, boiled is a new method of cooking chicken to me although I guess it would be good. Just haven't ever had chicken cooked that way before.


Boiling chickens is common in oriental cookery, perhaps because chickens are often truly free-range, consequently scrawny and tough but very very tasty.

See above for my recipe for Hainan-style chicken rice. Truly delicious.

Also, often Malays & Indonesians make fried chicken by boiling the chicken first in coconut milk (spiced with e.g. ground shallots, galangal, lemon grass, kaffir lime leaves, coriander, candlenuts) before jointing and deep-frying it.
Quote by farmerroger
Cock and railway


Er... problem is, after S comes T. So shall we say that the last pic was "cock + train-tracks"?

In which case, I follow with

cock + female + uniform

Quote by Daughter-of-Samurai


Hi there...I made the rules, yes. But the
thread top only says cock plus alphabet...my fault....I think cock alone and alphabet is less confusing....
Also, the cock pics are nice too...LOL

maybe you, @kkikkiriccio, want to start a cock + female + alphabet thread...
We let this one die its natural death and continue on your new one??????

Love
Lola


For what it's worth, I like this game, and I like the original rules. Call me old-fashioned, but I think cocks are most beautiful when surrounded by female flesh. So, here's...

cock + female + Riley Reid

Quote by TheShyThespian
some fabulous stories that didn't get a mention. Some have been mentioned already, but I'm thinking particularly of some of my friends, whose style is different and perhaps doesn't garner the recognition it merits (and with that, I do recognise the difficulty of judging a competition with so many diverse entries). So, well done to Grusha, Hannah, Mojave Joe and Carlton for your entries!


You are very kind, Jason. I thought there were some marvellous stories on this list - yours no exception. Congratulations to you, to all those who made the list, and to all those who (for whatever reason) didn't!

Grusha
The chap in the top left corner of my avatar clearly thinks that the boobs he's ogling are the sexiest - or else he would not be feeling them up...
Help, please! I went to give kistinspencil's "My Working Weekend" a "5" but accidentally clicked on "4". I then clicked "change" and gave it a "5" but it seems not to have registered.

This story really deserves a "5" - at least! Is there any way I can make sure she gets it?

Thank you, and apologies for the hassle!

Grusha
Quote by sprite
am i the only one here who actually thinks bats are cute?


Had bat stew once, in the backwoods of Indonesia. Overrated.
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No.
I do want to get over myself and do it one day, but i can't get past the unpleasantries that come out of there.


Here's an extract from one of my recent stories to encourage you:

Gaz released his throbbing member from his black lycra trousers and began to stroke it. The asshole continued to pulsate and quiver in front of him. Compared to his colleague fucker-executioners in the Princess Asshole Hospice, Gaz considered himself a bit of a connoisseur, a touch more cultured than the usual. Half Italian – his full name was Garibaldi Eccles – he felt that he had inherited an artiste’s eye for beauty from his Italian pole-dancer mother, and an Englishman’s appreciation for class from his father (he even had got an ‘A’ in his Anal ‘A’-level). And Gaz felt he had never seen anything more beautiful or classy than this asshole. Before being fucked, it needed to be properly appreciated. Gaz knelt down and, still stroking his cock, began to kiss between the girl’s pair of soft white buttocks. He inhaled the rich, pungent scent of early-morning teenage ass, tasted the beads of natural GM lube which glistened around the rim of the perfectly round, smooth rectal cauldron. He snaked his tongue inwards and began to circle it around, revelling in the divine sensory overload which greeted his tongue. “Yeah, boy, eat that fuckin’ shithole,” Riley encouraged him. “You like the taste, stud? It ‘at a yummy breakfast? You like tastin’ me ass-porridge, ‘unky boy?"

See? True connoisseurs eat ass... [winks]

But if you prefer to leave it at a fictional level, here's the rest of the above chapter:
Ass Porridge and Freezing Tits
Dear Friends,

The "finale of the finale" of Alison Goes to London is up now (with a Recommended Read!):
Chapter 19 - Make Love to Me

This brings this whole saga to its conclusion. I do hope you enjoy it!

Whilst writing this novel, I have been compared (utterly hyperbolically) to Kafka, Orwell, Huxley, and Stephen King. Actually, the "one-liner" to this final chapter reveals a gentler writing influence. No prizes for identifying who this may be:

“You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this subject forever.”

No, I'm nowhere near her standard either! But I try to learn from those who are better than me. And for that reason, my heartfelt thanks go to Curvy, ChrisM, Henke & Sprite, who have nurtured and encouraged this series from its beginning to its conclusion.

And to you, my readers, my humble gratitude.

Grusha
Quote by kkikkiriccio

Agreed! And from a female perspective, providing the journey and being explored rather than making it too easy...


Sounds like we were made for each other... [winks]
Shaved pussies make for great porn. But in real life, I love pubic hair: it's moist, it's fragrant, it's soft, it's tasty - and it means that reaching the pussy-lips, whether with tongue or cock, is a lovely mini-adventure, a journey of exploration.
Fucking in this standing position is wonderful. All the intimacy of missionary, but equality between partners in terms of being able to position yourselves for maximum pleasure (for yourselves, and for each other). Yes, it does demand a certain amount of bending from the knees, but, I have found, usually only temporarily. Once you're in good and deep, it's hardly an issue. (Mind you, I am not much taller than my partner, which helps.)

Great in the shower, BTW...
Dear Lushies,

"love this... fun, and funny, and sexy" (sprite)
"filth done with real style and wit ...
1984 with anal sex..." (naughtyannie)
"a unique - and uniquely filthy - work of the imagination" (Jaymal)
"You are to smut writing what Stephen King is to horror" (KimmiBeGood)
"This series just keeps getting better and better!" (el_henke)


Those are some of the comments I have received on my Alison Goes to London series over the past few months.

But now the grand finale is here:
Chapter 18 - Ass Porridge and Freezing Tits

It is, in point of fact, too long for me to fit into a single chapter - so I have divided it into two: Chapters Eighteen & Nineteen. Eighteen is out now; Nineteen will follow shortly, I hope.

I hope you will find it a fitting conclusion to this saga, bringing together its many strands: the politics of totalitarianism, the battle between the individual and dysfunctional society, the interface between Pleasure and Love, and between the mundane and the eternal. Alison and her friends have been through a lot since arriving in London to start their course of study at the Royal Academy of Fucking - and they are now facing heart-rending choices about their futures. Whither now Eva and Chad, Claire and Bradley, Alison and... who?

Just to reassure you, there will be lots of wild filthy fucking, courtesy of your favourite chav anal slut Riley Throstlethwaite and her schoolfriends, Alison's BBC suitor Rob Daniels, the evil head of the Princess Asshole Hospice Dr Hildegard Fotzenficker and her three stud fuckers, the incomparable and inspiring Director of the RAF Professor Emma Jane Cuntslicker, and of course that coolest of Catholic priests Father Ambrose Deconceicao. There will be action and battle, escape and pursuit, loss and heartbreak, revenge and death, philosophical reflection, spirituality, redemption, and of course - that forbidden 'L-word' - Love.

I hope you enjoy it!

xxx
Grusha
I find tags - and categories - very difficult, and often a bit pointless. I usually list the anatomical procedures ("blowjob", "anal" etc.), as if I am touting a porn video - but actually none of those things is ever what the story is really about.

My latest story submission has "Song of Solomon" as one of the tags. I doubt that's been done before much...
And They Felt No Shame is the antepenultimate chapter of my Alison Goes to London series. It's been awarded an RR - though some Lush luminaries seem a bit surprised by it, because it does not contain the customary level of arrant filth:

"I would have never thought I'd say this about one of your stories: Beautiful" (el_henke)

This is not began I've changed my mind, but because this novel has always been a romantic comedy set in a dystopian future, exploring issues of love and lust, freedom and control, beauty and degradation. So, if you are not one for arrant filth, try this chapter. You might find it both heart-rending and heart-warming, and you might end up feeling like this:

"my favorite chapter yet. Volumes are said without words. I hope all the readers see there is so much more to this series than filth and fucking" (KimmiBeGood)
"This chapter gives meaning to what was written before. Well done" (ChrisM)
Here's a passage from my latest story, And They Felt No Shame (Recommended Read!)- which addresses this question.

Sister Rina gasped in shock, turning away as she clasped her hand over her mouth. Father Ambrose watched for just a few seconds, then turned and shut the chapel door quietly. “You see, Sister – the Enlightenment tore Eva away from her loving parents, taught her to abandon commitment and self-sacrifice at the altar of Pleasure. Young people have grown used to seeing each other’s bodies merely as a means to staunch the pain of their loveless existence. Yet now – look at them – they are discovering for the first time the joy of self-giving. They are realising that all that ‘fucking’ they’ve been doing all their lives is just the shadow, pointing to the true Love who beckons from Beyond. And if that realisation strikes them on the altar of the One who gives all and who loves all – well then, perhaps, He is smiling this evening…”
Father Ambrose paused. “Come, Sister, we will be late for vespers…”
And on the altar, under the flickering red light of the Blessed Sacrament, a new mysterion was being consecrated. For, as Chad released his seed deep into Eva, they both recognised something they had never recognised before – something utterly new, but old as Creation itself:
“This is now bone of my bones
and flesh of my flesh.”
And they felt no shame.


Please do read the rest!