I'm reading the series out of order, but it's damn good, and in a category from which I would normally stay far, far away. Thank you, MM. Also thank you, R.
I've had the chance. Couldn't make it work with my schedule. I'd really like to do one, though--love exquisite lingerie.
On a scale of 1-10, (10 being the highest), rank the following in terms of how big a cheap thrill you get (or would get) when first seeing a new...
A-Comment on one of your stories
B-PM from a friend
C-Friend request from someone you'd like to be friends with
D-Black box message from someone cool
E-One of your forum posts quoted
F-A new comment on your wall
G-Your name dropped by someone in a forum post
H-Someone initiating cyber-sex in a chat
I-Your avatar moved to the top of someone's friend-list
J-Being asked to be a mod
K-An RR awarded to one of your stories
L-An EP or Series Award
M-An Awesome Badge
N-A black box from Nicola complimenting you on something
O-Any new badge
P-Passing some milestone, like Famous Story, or 100K page views
Q-Someone buying you a Gold or Platinum Badge
R-Other (specify)
A~5
B~5
C~7
D~7
E~3
F~3
G~2
H~1
I~n/a
J~1
K~10
L~10
M~n/a
N~n/a
O~8
P~7
Q~n/a
No, don't feel the ejaculate itself, do feel his cock tensing just before he ejaculates, and then the spasms (pumping) as he ejaculates.
Shared a flat whilst at university with a girl who worked at a local strip club. Not a good experience for her, but not a bad one, either. Not the same for some of the other girls with whom she worked.
Just through about 3/4 of the first day of Summer break, and yup, ready for break to be over. Beer me, please.
The time. Sometimes I think about whether or not I remembered to lock the bedroom door, too.
"Better to beg forgiveness than to ask permission"...so true. Plausible deniability and all that being a thing.
This is a thing? The things one learns about on Lush...
In response to the OP, no idea whether or not I'd be into it, but going to go ahead and say that I'd allow him to do it. Whatever works, I suppose.
Don't know Kitty *waves* but sure, I'll join in.
Last full day of school for the boys here...meaning that today is the last day I'll have off and all to myself for, oh, three months or so. Yay. A bloody Mary with two or three pickled string beans, please, Bill.
Well, went to score on Regnadkcin's new story and I can't. It is what it is. I thought it was a pretty good first effort, rating a 5, which again, I can't give. We all know what that means. Oh well. Go read it, and score it a 5, for me.
Nick, so happy for you. Watching for it to appear on the home page.
So...I want to make an audio of me reading one of my stories. It'll probably be "My Favourite Word", a Flash piece, my first submitted piece, and (to make it a trifecta) my first RR recipient.
Could someone tell me how to do it, and more specifically, can I use my iPhone 6s? Gav has promised to tinker with the audio (I have a very soft voice that can run to the heavily accented at times), I just need to figure out how to do the recording bit. Figured that one of the denizens of Bill's Bar 'N Strip (we still have that pole up, right?) might have some tips.
Yah, I'm only doing it for the badge--although giving Gav a headache isn't far behind in motive. Speaking of, please keep your thoughts and prayers with him--his home suffered some substantial flooding and with assorted other things going on in his life, he had a bit of a rough week last week.
Norman update: My veterinarian of 17 years is out of town this week, and Norman, quite fortuitously, is somehow moving around better today. Which means I can wait until Dr. Wilcock is back in the office--for some reason, it's crazy important to me that Norman pass from this world with his own veterinarian at his side. I'll be there, too.
I have never partaken of anything interesting, not even marijuana, probably to my own detriment. Not really a conscious decision, just never happened, and by the time I had the time and space to partake, it really wasn't something I was interested in doing.
Very nice. And astonishing. Congratulations.
How often? 15 stories submitted in 3 1/2 years...which averages out to a little more than once every three months. That said, I tend to go long stretches without submitting anything--it's not writer's block, it's that life interferes.
I hadn't submitted anything at all this year before submitting "Blood Lust" ~10 days ago, and then in quick succession, Mike (OceanRunner) and I finished and I submitted "Losing It". So for those keeping track at home, nothing for over six months, and then two stories submitted and posted within a week of each other.
"Losing It" coming hard on the heels of "Blood Lust" was just a coincidence of timing--Mike and I had been kicking the story lackadaisically back and forth since probably March, and then I had two days in a row off, and we buckled down (tied up?) and finished the story out.
Like Methilda, I generally have several unfinished stories kicking around in my Google Drive. Most will be left to wither and die, or to wander off into the woods to be eaten by bears. It is what it is. For those on Lush who have the patience to actually schedule out time to sit down and write, I have great admiration--I'm more of the "Okay, so I have 73 minutes before the casserole is done, let's get this knocked out" sort of writer.
Hell, I'm not even a writer. I'm a mum and a nurse who just happens to be blessed with a filthy, dirty mind and some kind of skill (apparently) at writing what I know is, at the end of the day, just wank material. Literary porn.
Coffee, please. Working.
Norman is going progressively, and rapidly, downhill. Norman being my beloved neutered male Great Pyrenees (he makes a cameo, along with Lily, my other Pyr, in "Neighbours"). He came up lame on his L rear a few weeks ago, was dx'd with osteosarcoma (bone cancer--it's what gets the giant breeds) and I made the decision to go with palliative care instead of therapeutic (chemo, radiation, etc.) care. He's roughly nine years old, and Pyrs just don't live much past 10-12 years, if you're lucky.
Anyway. Thought, somehow, that I'd have him comfortable and happy for at least a year. No. This morning he could barely get up to go outside. He just...it's heartbreaking. 165 lbs. of absolute devotion and he's having difficulty navigating the small distance from the patio to the yard. Pyrs aren't a breed to show pain, so for him to be visibly compromised--it means that he's absolutely racked.
The objective part of me knows that as a pet owner, the one final grace I can give him is a peaceful exit from this world. The subjective part of me is just a fucked up mess of denial and sadness and everything else. I don't think I can handle one more heavy urn on the bookcase.