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Straight Male, 60
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Disseminator of decadence.
I haven't really thought about this but I think that Magnificentrascal is right; the goddess Nemesis goes around peppering everybody's work with threes and fours just to keep egos in check and hubris at bay and probably to make us all work that little bit harder too.
Disseminator of decadence.
Do you tend to have recurring themes (or characters) in all your erotic stories?
All of my prose stories are written around a strong, intelligent, independent and sexually aware woman. She has a spiritual nature which she is, at times, unaware of. She is a goddess and a force of nature; sometimes subtle and elusive, sometimes bold and aggressive. But she is always the dominant creature. The men around her might think they have the upper hand at times but ultimately it is she who is in control. In my poems I return to and try to explore the concept of woman as goddess. She is the source of all poetry, of all love, of all emotion; she is the mirror in which all of nature is reflected. The English poet Robert Graves called the Goddess in every woman the only true source of poetic inspiration – I believe that.
Do you prefer writing stroke fiction or do you aspire to creating high end and complex literary tales?
I am fated or doomed; I don’t know which yet, to attempt to create literature. However if anyone finds my work stroke-worthy, I say, ‘Thanks !’
Does your style involve the use of humour, quirkiness, or tongue-in-cheek satire?
Yes, I’m endowed with what I think is quite a good, if dry, sense of humour. I will always put a little humour and social satire into my stories. My poems have at times been quirky and satirical, but that was long ago.
Do you relish the dirty details or do you prefer to leave more to the imagination during sex scenes?
I am not one for leaving anything to the imagination. I’m here to overwhelm you with the sheer force of the sexual act, to drive you insane with lust and to leave you hot and bothered and wanting more. In my ‘Loretta’ series I made a concerted effort to raise the sexual thermostat with each story – leading to a climax in the plot and a hint that there might be more to follow. A few readers picked up on this judging by their comments and I’m pleased they did.
Do you prefer writing stories with romance and intimacy?
Yes, my later poems in particular are all set as intimate, romantic pieces. Romance need not be fulfilled as desire is often not, but emotions; be they as fleeting as the breeze, are none the less real and worth expressing. The desire we feel for someone may never be revealed to them but if one writes it down, one gives it a concrete form and a life it otherwise would not have had.
I am at the moment, planning a ‘romance’ story, where love is the true end in sight, but don’t expect a clichéd Dame Barbara either.
Do you mainly write true-life tales from your sexual past?
I wish!
Disseminator of decadence.
Ok, I will admit that this has been bothering me. There is a person on this site all of whose pics are of a very well known European porn star. Now either she actually is the pornstar (highly unlikely) or she has the benefit of studio lighting in her very own home. This person collects friends like there's no tomorrow and I ask myself why? If you befriend this person you get a password to watch a free film which features her and a friend. And I'm still asking myself why.
Disseminator of decadence.
Hmmm, interesting thread. I will admit that I only give fours or fives but I give them wholeheartedly to stories that I think deserve them. If I don't like a story or poem I will not rate it at all nor will I leave a comment. On rare occassions I have left constructive criticism but only for people who I feel are mature enough to take it. I have always followed Voltaire's dictum : "If in doubt whether an action is good or evil, refrain."
Disseminator of decadence.
I do at least some research for most of my stories but at the end of the day I believe you have to write about what you know and then go to great lengths to embellish it.
Research might involve watching people on the train and noting what they are reading, wearing, talking about or just the general vibe that they have. I've often found myself thinking, "I would have never imagined someone like that."
Where sex acts are concerned, I've talked to people and watched hours worth of porn over the years, 't is an endless fountainhead of ideas........
As Dancing Doll is proposing to do, I would encourage everyone to try writing a story from the perspective of the other gender. My 'Slave Princess' series was my first attempt at this and judging from the feedback I've got from some of the ladies who have read it, I seem to have done a credible job. I'm now I'm planning some future stories from a woman's point of view. The chance to step into the shoes of the other gender is denied to most of us and for me it has been an interesting experience.
Channeling your 'inner guy or girl', as Doll puts it, is great and allows you to connect with a side that is in all of us but that we might have lost touch with.
In answer to Polynices (great ancient Greek name btw) We used books before Wiki, YouTube and Google and I still find great inspiration in a good book.
Research might involve watching people on the train and noting what they are reading, wearing, talking about or just the general vibe that they have. I've often found myself thinking, "I would have never imagined someone like that."
Where sex acts are concerned, I've talked to people and watched hours worth of porn over the years, 't is an endless fountainhead of ideas........
As Dancing Doll is proposing to do, I would encourage everyone to try writing a story from the perspective of the other gender. My 'Slave Princess' series was my first attempt at this and judging from the feedback I've got from some of the ladies who have read it, I seem to have done a credible job. I'm now I'm planning some future stories from a woman's point of view. The chance to step into the shoes of the other gender is denied to most of us and for me it has been an interesting experience.
Channeling your 'inner guy or girl', as Doll puts it, is great and allows you to connect with a side that is in all of us but that we might have lost touch with.
In answer to Polynices (great ancient Greek name btw) We used books before Wiki, YouTube and Google and I still find great inspiration in a good book.
Disseminator of decadence.
The point tends to get lost in long threads like this and so in answer to the main point; If Paris Hilton comes back as Jenny smith in the next life and spends her time volunteering at an orphanage, studying to better herself and baking cupcakes then I would certainly give her a second look.
Paris herself may stop being a waste of space one day and actually use her fame and money to contribute something good to society............we await that day.
Paris herself may stop being a waste of space one day and actually use her fame and money to contribute something good to society............we await that day.
Disseminator of decadence.
I can say, without any shadow of doubt in my mind, that I do not find Paris Hilton attractive.
Sure, she exhibits quite a few of the commercially acceptable attributes of beauty. Attributes such as facial symmetry…..and…..and….er…
Her sexiness is superficial in the extreme and once the looks are lost, and time will take them away, have no doubt, she will be forgotten – a footnote in the history of taste and fashion or lack there of.
She is simply one of these people who is famous for being rich and for being skanky and in the 21st century with our fondness for celebrity, she fits the bill of someone who is merely famous for being famous.
Hot? I think not.
Disseminator of decadence.
A quick cricketing joke if I may..........
One night, two West Indian cricketers were taking a pee off the Sydney Harbour bridge. Suddenly one turns to the other and says, "Gee the water's cold!" To which his mate adds, "Yeah and there's lots of rocks on the bottom."
One night, two West Indian cricketers were taking a pee off the Sydney Harbour bridge. Suddenly one turns to the other and says, "Gee the water's cold!" To which his mate adds, "Yeah and there's lots of rocks on the bottom."
Disseminator of decadence.
On their way to the shrine of Saint Francis at Assisi, a bus load of Irish Catholic nuns were involved in a tragic freeway accident that resulted in their deaths.
They all went up to Heaven of course and there, outside the Pearly Gates, they were met by Saint Patrick (it was Peter’s day off)
Saint Patrick stood behind a low table upon which there was a large bowl of holy water. The saint told the nuns to line up. To the first nun he said,
“Now sister before I can admit you through the gates I must ask you one question. Have you ever touched a man’s penis with any part of your body?”
“Well….yes, St Patrick. I used to care for the old and that involved washing them. So I might have touched a penis with my hands while washing an old man.”
“Very good, now dip your hands in the holy water and you can pass through the gates.”
Saint Patrick asks the next nun the same question and she tells him that she used to be an army nurse and she accidently touched a soldier’s penis once with her elbow while treating his injuries.
“Very well then, dip your elbow in the holy water and you can pass through to Heaven.”
Suddenly, a great commotion is heard at the back of the line and one of the younger nuns rushes forward.
“Please sisters, please, you’ll all get a turn,” says Saint Pat, but the young nun just looks at him and bellows,
“I want to rinse my mouth with that water before sister Agatha dips her ass in it!”
Disseminator of decadence.
Two leprechauns go to visit a priest. The priest agrees to see them. The first leprechaun asks,
“Father we was wondering if you know whether female leprechauns become nuns? Have you ever heard of a female leprechaun becoming a nun.”
The priest is puzzled and intrigued by this question and promises the leprechauns to do some research and he asks them to return in a few days. The leprechauns thank the priest and depart.
A few days later they return and the priest tells them, “I’m sorry boys, I looked through all the annals of the Catholic Church in Ireland and there is not a single reference to a female leprechaun taking the veil.”
The first leprechaun turns to the second who is looking rather ashamed of himself by now, and says,
“See, I told ya! You’ve been fucking penguins again.”
Dedicated to my friend Alan ‘Dirty Martini’ Jankowski
Disseminator of decadence.
A midget walks into a bar in Dublin with a cat and an ostrich. They sit down for a while until the midget gets up and orders three drinks. When the three have finished their drinks, the ostrich goes up to the bar and orders three more. During the course of the evening the midget and the ostrich take it in turns ordering drinks for themselves and for the cat. The bar tender is watching them the whole time and when it's the midget's turn at the bar again, the bar tender asks him,
"Hey, all night long you and your ostrich friend there have been buying all the drinks and the cat hasn't put his hand in his pocket once. Why?"
"Well, it's like this ya see. A whiles back I was digging in me garden and I digs up a lamp. I hopes it would be a magic lamp so I rubs it and, sure as me mother was born in Derry, out comes a genii. Now this was only a two wish genii and after giving it some thought I said, "" I want a bird with long legs and a tight pussy.""
"Hey, all night long you and your ostrich friend there have been buying all the drinks and the cat hasn't put his hand in his pocket once. Why?"
"Well, it's like this ya see. A whiles back I was digging in me garden and I digs up a lamp. I hopes it would be a magic lamp so I rubs it and, sure as me mother was born in Derry, out comes a genii. Now this was only a two wish genii and after giving it some thought I said, "" I want a bird with long legs and a tight pussy.""
Disseminator of decadence.
Yep, I've done this. I met up on Face Book with classmates from way back in the early to mid seventies. There were: the restless and insecure ethnic kids like me, the overweight girl with a heart of gold now a single mum comfortable in her own skin, the cooly arrogant over achiever who now finds himself perpetually single and a lot humbler, the clever girl with glasses, who I did have a crush on, who is now a world renouned physicist, the mentally ill and yes, inevitably, the suicides...............
It was quite an experience.
It was quite an experience.
