Your ears secrete more earwax when you are afraid than when you aren’t.
I've abandoned about ninety percent or so of the stories I've started, maybe more. Sometimes I'll write a story that seems really hot and interesting when I write it, but seems dull and stupid the next day when I reread it, and sometimes I just don't like the idea of the story anymore. I've gone back to stories I've started, worked on them again and left them again, only to return and rewrite them completely. I think it's just a process writers go through.
AlexGG, the site is undergoing changes as we try to improve the quality of the stories we publish on the front page. Any of our moderators would be happy to help you with your story, that's what we're here for. We may not be publishing literary works of art, but that is something that we can strive for.
"Darkness is an odd thing to see. Sometimes, darkness can be scary but not this kind. This was self induced. The sun shone from above onto my neck and head, a spectacular feeling. It just couldn't overpower the feeling of nerves, sexual excitement that I felt. I felt, as I can only put it, like a slut. I'd never felt this way before and i'm not too sure I like it. We shall see. Sure I had done this before but not like this!"
Sometimes, darkness can be scary, but not this kind of self induced darkness. There was the spectacular feeling of the sun shining on my neck and head from above, but it couldn't overpower the feeling of sexual excitement, the nervousness, that I felt. I felt like a slut. It was a feeling I'd never had before, and I wasn't sure that I liked it. I had done this before, but never like this. I'd just have to wait and see.
"Meet me in the Sherwood forest, on the floor, blindfolded. I'll take up your offer." Was a message I received but an hour ago.
How about: An hour ago I received a message, "Meet me in the Sherwood forest, on the floor, blindfolded. I'll take up your offer."
illusion of time
a woman in the tree top
listens to the bird
her eyes on green wave
vultures waiting for the rust
blue feathers, hidden
No. It's enough to compete with one sex for attention without having to contend with the other.
Coming to an internet sex site is like going to a movie. It requires the willing suspension of disbelief if you're going to enjoy yourself. Except in those cases where you actually want to meet someone face to face, what they look like, or what character they portray online is irrelevant. Online, I portray a somewhat attractive twenty seven year old woman with red hair, small breasts, and a semi-polite demeanour who tries to be nice to everyone. In real life I discovered a cure for herpes and kept it to myself, because, fuck the rest of you, at least I don't have herpes, and I plant poison ivy in people's yards. If I tried doing that online I'd just end up with a rash.
Oh, I'm pretty small and I'm a cock lover. Does that count?
Kings County Bar, in Brooklyn, NY, is holding a small penis contest July 20th. The bar is at 286 Siegel Street near the Morgan Avenue L train. It starts at five. Of course, I don't expect to see any guys from Lush there. The average Lush penis is nine and a half inches long. At least so I've been told.
It's a turn off for me. I don't want to be spit on. Licking me until I'm wet is okay though.
Guys, it's International Clitoris Awareness Week. Are you aware of the clitoris? What are you doing to become more aware?
Does any guy with a big cock ever ask this question?
No. I try to keep my fantasy life separate. If you realize that none of this is real, there's no need for jealousy.
Once trust is broken, it's nearly impossible to get it fixed. A relationship can never be the same if there is cheating.
I've done it with boyfriends. It never started out as phone sex, though, it just became phone sex.