Letting someone take a picture of you naked is an act of intimacy, just as allowing someone to make love to you is intimate. Being intimate with one person doesn't obligate you to be intimate with the entire world. Posting a picture of someone who has been intimate with you, without your permission, of course, is an act that is morally equivalent to assault. Just because I have sex with my husband doesn't mean that I want to have sex with the rest of the world, and if I give someone a picture of myself naked, it doesn't mean that I want the world to see it. It certainly doesn't entitle anyone to come and have sex with me or steal my pictures and show them to others.
Celebrities don't give up their right to intimacy when they become famous. There are plenty of pictures of naked people on the internet who want you to look at them. Why look at those who don't?
I don't really have a preference for fiction or true stories when it comes to erotica. I assume that it's all fiction and fantasy anyway, unless someone makes a note that it's something that really happened. I write only fiction. My fiction is based in reality because life effects art and there is no way to write a work of pure fiction that is free of life influences. I expect people to know that I'm writing fiction, but sometimes they seem to think that I am the person narrating the stories. It's not me, it's always a character I've created, or the all seeing, all knowing eye of god, another of my fictional personifications. All of those people can only see life through my eyes, though, so they are pretty much limited to my world view and experiences. I do not, for instance, enjoy anal sex, but if I am writing a first person account of anal sex, the character narrating the story might love it. More than likely, however, she will be tainted with my own less than enthusiastic appreciation of having a cock rammed up her ass and will make that known somewhere in the narrative.
Ideally, fiction should be a way of expressing truth. You don't have to tell true stories to do that.
I thought the newest item was supposed to go at the top. You can move it to the top yourself on your "my stories" page. I have no idea why it appeared at the bottom though.
My husband knows. It isn't something I have felt the need to tell my mother about. I can't imagine anyone in my family would care though.
Yes, but not standing still.
Fresh fruit in the summer, but hot cocoa and cinnamon Graham crackers in the winter.
Cheese grits, scrambled eggs and fried green tomatoes. Also tea.
I'd probably have sex with some guy. I can't imagine that I wouldn't be gay if I was a man. I'd pretty much have to be. What could I learn? I don't know. I already know what a dick tastes like, how a dick feels up the ass. I honestly can't see myself doing anything that I wouldn't do as a girl. If it's my mind in a guy's body, it's going to be a mind that likes guys. I don't think I'm suddenly going to become interested in women.
Would I get aroused looking at women just because I suddenly had a dick? Would I have a sudden urge to eat pussy? I can't imagine that I would.
I'd probably worry about the size of my cock for awhile, go to an all you can eat buffet and see how much I could eat, then burp and fart awhile while waiting to change back into a girl. I'd also wonder how I was going to explain it to my husband.
My user name is the diminutive of Ruth, which is a Hebrew name meaning companion in English. I am someone's companion.
Fudgesicles. Creamsicles, Ben and Jerry's Pistachio Pistachio.
There are plenty of literary conceits in Homer. What is your point?
Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo. —James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man