My lover, early in our affair, shared with me an erotic story he had written. Reading it was like another secret view of him, very personal and private. It not only excited me sexually, but made my love for him grow. After that I wrote a story for him. It was a sort of love letter, more personal and revealing than anything I had written before. I got so excited in the writing of it, I loved doing it! I was excited when I gave it to him, and excited while he read it. The sex that followed was fantastic. After that we both kept entertaining each other with more and more lurid stories. I guess that's why my stories seem to appeal more to men. I still write with an intent to excite a man.
What a silly question! It always seems to be a close tie between the current one, the last one and the next one!
The first time I was shocked. I really like it as a special treat.
Even in the summer when I shave very close for thong bikini's I leave a little hair because my lover prefers it.
Happy belated birthday, hope you got everything you wanted!
Not well, not well at all.
I like it. I may not always agree with the list, but I think writers should be rewarded in a number of different ways. After all the stories are the backbone of Lush. People who whine because they don't make it, well they're just whiners and will just find something else to whine about.
We have taken turns watching each other a few times. It is sooo hard for me to sit there and watch him masturbate. I want to be involved! I like to be kissing some part of him or at least have his other hand on me somewhere when he does it. When it's my turn I like it when he gets hard again a lets me suck him. I'm can't pay too much attention to his needs but I've had some great orgasms masturbating while having his dick in my mouth.
I'm married so bragging about sex is out of the question.
Cool Avatar, makes me wonder if I might model for a champagne flute.
I prefer shorts and a T-shirt. When sleeping with my BF just a T-shirt or a sexy top.
When I was younger I had long hair and wore it over my boobs because I was embarassed by their large size. Now I have shoulder length hair and wear tight shirts or sweaters. TeeHee.
Sit back and think of my neighbor across the street. Maybe even take a little walk over there.
I am probably more of a dirty mover and toucher than I am a dirty talker, at least until I really began to reach the sexual mountaintop. Of course it all depends on my mood and the man. But when I get close I often begin telling him to give it to me harder, it feels good, fuck me harder, that kind of thing to urge him on.
Interestingly I have found that if he is getting too close too soon I can hold him off by growling and cursing at him that he better not come yet, "you fucking better not come". Surprising how it not only works but turns him into more of an animal when it is time.
My understanding is that in many cultures men rarely have sex with their wives beyond the need to procreat. They have sex with cortisans. Of course if their wives have sex with another man they have them stoned to death.
I guess the point is that sex is not always the basis of a marriage. In fact the best extramarital lover I ever had was with a happily married man.
A story does not have be believable as a realistic event, ie fantasy, but the base emotions must allow me to buy into it. The essence must be believable. Often the wilder, more imaginative a story is, the more "truth" it reveals when from the hand of a great story teller.
