Join the best erotica focused adult social network now
Login
GrushaVashnadze
4 days ago
Straight Male
Profile Stories
87
Ebooks Friends
95
Follows
147
Forum
500
Groups
3

Forum
GrushaVashnadze
Active Ink Slinger
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
View Post
GrushaVashnadze
Active Ink Slinger
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...
View Post
GrushaVashnadze
Active Ink Slinger
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)
View Post
GrushaVashnadze
Active Ink Slinger
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!
View Post
GrushaVashnadze
Active Ink Slinger
Dear Lushies,

My entry for the myth/legend competition, And There Came Two Angels to Sodom, seems to be gathering some plaudits:

"A powerful version of this story, cleverly told from a woman's point of view. Great writing!" (curvygalore)
"A great interpretation of this biblical tale... powerful writing" (ChrisM)
"What a deliciously worded story! So juicy, so raunchy" (el_henke)
"Fabulous... I love all the women in this, so alive to their sexuality... Just great writing." (CuriousAnnie)
"Very, very clever indeed... Filthy and clever" (DarkSide)

Warning: it's very filthy - but then, it is a Bible story...

Grusha
View Post
GrushaVashnadze
Active Ink Slinger
Right, so...

last century (US): Constance Money, Serena, Keli Richards, Buffy Davis, Kristina King, Taija Rae, Traci Lords, Bunny Bleu, Kimberley Carson, Raquel Darrian
this century (US): Riley Reid, Elsa Jean, Sasha Grey, Riley Steele
this century (Euro): Lara Stevens, Andy Brown, Stacy Silver, Priscilla (Anna Zolotarenko), Christina Bella, Bambola, Vica Ryder, Lola Taylor, Blue Angel
this century (UK): Kiki Minaj, Jasmine Webb, Megan Coxxx, Angel Long
View Post
GrushaVashnadze
Active Ink Slinger
Quote by naughtyannie
Honestly, it amazes me these old stories ever get read at all. Buried deep in my archive of writings, you'd have to be pretty keen to seek them out lol.

It's because we like your arse, Annie...
xxx Grusha
View Post
GrushaVashnadze
Active Ink Slinger
Dear Lushies,

In my series Alison Goes to London, it is Alison's birthday - and birthday cakes at the Royal Academy of Fucking are, as you can imagine, decorated in a highly original manner. The presents are quite unusual too; here's one of Alison's cards:

Dearest Cunty-Pie...
We are so proud of you. We are sure you will become the greatest fucking whore the world has ever known. You deserve this more than anything else. We hope you fuck thousands of hot cunts and assholes with it, and make them all come!
Lots of fucks and kisses...

For more detail, and for more of this unique cultural experience, see here:
Alison Goes to London: chapter 16 - A Jolly Good Fucker - up now as a Recommended Read! (For more feedback, see below.)

Thanks, and have fun!
Grusha
View Post
GrushaVashnadze
Active Ink Slinger
This question is best answered with a passage from a recent story of mine:

Chad sat facing the wrong way on the toilet seat, stroking his eight and a-half inches. He had not had a fuck in a fortnight. Not that he couldn’t have gone out and picked someone up: picking up girls in London was never difficult, and – this being a highly Enlightened city – they were almost always happy to be discarded immediately afterwards. But this time, something was different – and Chad just didn’t know why. For as he sat, massaging his throbbing glans with the thumb and two fingers of one hand, palm wrapped around the thick shaft, whilst stroking his balls with the other hand, his mind was filled with images not merely of “generic cunt” (as he usually called it) – but of one person in particular. He closed his eyes, better to feel the boiling pleasure rising through this stiff shaft – and into that strange dark sparkly space behind his eyelids there swam, unbidden, images of a glistening ebony pussy, its lips gently parting to reveal the pink haven inside; a pair of luscious tits, their wide brown areolas pierced with shining silver barbells; that head of wild loose afro hair, which jiggled as its owner bounced up and down on his shaft; but, more than anything, that gorgeous face – dark but luminescent, delicate yet luscious, those full wipe lips smiling, pouting, parting, panting…

“Oh fuck,” groaned Chad, as his cock exploded. He watched each successive jet of semen squirt downwards, splash, and suspend itself on contact with cold water – thick, gloopy, off-white. By habit he silently counted “one, two, three, four… five… six…” – the physical gratification of each exquisite pulse of his shaft briefly effacing, but not banishing, the pain he felt in his heart. “How fucking pathetic you are, Chad Halloway…” he muttered, as his pleasure subsided. “If you were able to be just a bit less of a dickhead you might now be fucking her hot pussy instead of wanking on the bog…”

Of course, that is pure fiction, and the rest of the story is much more fun! Here's the chapter the above excerpt comes from: Chapter 14 - Butt-Plugs and Fisty-Cunts
View Post
GrushaVashnadze
Active Ink Slinger
Quote by naughtyannie

Love the contrast between the above few posts. Some go for the sexy, sensual, characterful; others for the gynaecological. 'Twas ever thus, I suppose...
View Post
GrushaVashnadze
Active Ink Slinger
Quote by PervyStoryteller
Oh, I absolutely agree that there's a time and a place for obviously insincere or inauthentic dialogue, and the satirical and humorous are two obvious instances of this. Another instance might be when a character is playing a part rather than being themselves - i.e. if the character is inauthentic within the context of the story, then it might help if they speak in an obviously inauthentic manner.


As a humble example of this, here is a brief passage from my Alison Goes to London: chapter 15 - A Proper Posh Totty - just out:

“Will I be all righ’?” asked Riley. “I’m so fuckin’ nervous!” She was dressed in her school uniform – white blouse, plaid skirt and tie. “This is the best I’ve got to wear. Don’ ‘ave no fancy clothes like you. And do I ‘ave to talk all posh for this Doctor Dick – ya know, ‘‘ow d’ya do’ and all ‘at sort o’ fing?”
“Just be your normal self, Riley. You’ll be great,” Alison reassured her. “I’m sure Doctor Dick will be very happy with you in school uniform – besides, it won’t stay on long, will it? And I don’t think he’ll care how you speak – just so long as it’s filthy!” she laughed.
“Wai’, wai’, I been practisin’ talkin’ all posh-like. Me mum’s bin teachin’ me. She says for the fuckin’ Royal Academy of fuckin’… uh… Fuckin’, I better not sound too common, righ’? You know me dad was all posh – came from ‘Enley-on-Thames or somefink: didn’t stop ‘im fuckin’ scarperin’ as soon as I come along though, did it? Now listen ta this…” Riley stood up straight as a choirgirl, before declaiming, with an exaggeratedly upper-class English accent, “Good ahfternoon, Miss Bates. Would you maynd awfully licking my pussy?”
Alison doubled up with laughter. “Wha’? Wha’?” said Riley “Wasn’ ‘at posh enough for ya? Should I say ‘cunt’ instead o’ ‘pussy’?”

Grusha
View Post
GrushaVashnadze
Active Ink Slinger
Dear Lushies,

Alison Goes to London: chapter 15 - A Proper Posh Totty

- just out - is a good stand-alone story if you haven't had the time to read any of the rest of this novel but would like to dip a toe in safely and without obligation.

After the nod to Hallowe'en in my last chapter, this chapter is Guy Fawkes-themed - so I hope will particularly appeal to our British readers. Also, I think it includes many features of British class satire and farce, in the best traditions of Jonathan Swift, George Bernard Shaw, and... Monty Python. Here's a taste for you:

“Will I be all righ’?” asked Riley. “I’m so fuckin’ nervous!” She was dressed in her school uniform – white blouse, plaid skirt and tie. “This is the best I’ve got to wear. Don’ ‘ave no fancy clothes like you. And do I ‘ave to talk all posh for this Doctor Dick – ya know, ‘‘ow d’ya do’ and all ‘at sort o’ fing?”
“Just be your normal self, Riley. You’ll be great,” Alison reassured her. “I’m sure Doctor Dick will be very happy with you in school uniform – besides, it won’t stay on long, will it? And I don’t think he’ll care how you speak – just so long as it’s filthy!” she laughed.
“Wai’, wai’, I been practisin’ talkin’ all posh-like. Me mum’s bin teachin’ me. She says for the fuckin’ Royal Academy of fuckin’… uh… Fuckin’, I better not sound too common, righ’? You know me dad was all posh – came from ‘Enley-on-Thames or somefink: didn’t stop ‘im fuckin’ scarperin’ as soon as I come along though, did it? Now listen ta this…” Riley stood up straight as a choirgirl, before declaiming, with an exaggeratedly upper-class English accent, “Good ahfternoon, Miss Bates. Would you maynd awfully licking my pussy?”
Alison doubled up with laughter. “Wha’? Wha’?” said Riley “Wasn’ ‘at posh enough for ya? Should I say ‘cunt’ instead o’ ‘pussy’?”

Have fun!

xxx
Grusha
View Post
GrushaVashnadze
Active Ink Slinger
Dear Lushies,

After a long break whilst moving house, I have resumed publishing my novel Alison Goes to London.

Chapter 14 - Butt-Plugs and Fisty-Cunts is up now!

It has a bit of a Hallowe'en theme ("vampire blowjob", anyone?) which I hope you will find apposite for this time of the year. The next chapter will of course be Guy Fawkes-themed - for our British readers!

Even if you haven't kept up with this saga so far, I encourage you to start with this chapter, as it begins with a brief summary of the plot so far - so you can feign expertise! Chapters 15 to 19 (the grand finale) will come out, I hope, over the next couple of weeks: full of reconciliation, revenge and redemption - comedy, pathos, and love - religion, politics and social commentary - "gunpowder, treason and cock". Oh yes, I nearly forgot, also some truly filthy sex...

xxx
Grusha
View Post