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A fried chicken breast, green beans, sweet creamed corn, rice smothered in cream gravy, corn bread and sweet tea.
You've got it all but the fried okra. Can I come over for dinner?
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TXGirl
Over 90 days ago
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Thanks all for the congratulations! I'm honored to have placed in such a strong field of entries. BIG congrats to Magical Felix and Dancing Doll for two outstanding stories. And another big congratulations to the top 10 - what an incredible anthology that will be to add to the growing list of Lush offerings!
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I always loved this one. It describes a love that transcends the physical body and unites the souls so that even death will not part them.
Valediction: Forbidding Mourning
by John Donne
As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
"The breath goes now," and some say, "No,"
So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.
Moving of the earth brings harms and fears,
Men reckon what it did and meant;
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.
Dull sublunary lovers' love
(Whose soul is sense) cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
Those things which elemented it.
But we, by a love so much refined
That our selves know not what it is,
Inter-assured of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.
Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion.
Like gold to airy thinness beat.
If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two:
Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if the other do;
And though it in the center sit,
Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.
Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like the other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.
Valediction: Forbidding Mourning
by John Donne
As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
"The breath goes now," and some say, "No,"
So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.
Moving of the earth brings harms and fears,
Men reckon what it did and meant;
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.
Dull sublunary lovers' love
(Whose soul is sense) cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
Those things which elemented it.
But we, by a love so much refined
That our selves know not what it is,
Inter-assured of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.
Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion.
Like gold to airy thinness beat.
If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two:
Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if the other do;
And though it in the center sit,
Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.
Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like the other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.
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It's official...I am the biggest procrastinator in the history of the world. And here is my proof.
(Writing this poem somehow seemed more urgent than anything else I have going on...)
Ripped off from Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken"
The Cock Not Taken
Two men moved into my neighborhood,
And sorry I could not sleep with both
And be one woman, long I stood
And stared at one as hard as I could
From his eyes to his hair to his bearded growth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because he was sexy with better hair,
Though the biceps on them made me stare
And lust for them each about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In sheets no pussy had gotten wet.
Oh, I saved the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I assumed that cock I might never get.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two men moved into my neighborhood, and I,
I took the man who unzipped his fly,
And that has made all the difference.
(Writing this poem somehow seemed more urgent than anything else I have going on...)
Ripped off from Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken"
The Cock Not Taken
Two men moved into my neighborhood,
And sorry I could not sleep with both
And be one woman, long I stood
And stared at one as hard as I could
From his eyes to his hair to his bearded growth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because he was sexy with better hair,
Though the biceps on them made me stare
And lust for them each about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In sheets no pussy had gotten wet.
Oh, I saved the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I assumed that cock I might never get.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two men moved into my neighborhood, and I,
I took the man who unzipped his fly,
And that has made all the difference.
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I fixed it.
It's unfixable, I'm afraid. Shylass, I'm so glad you posted that rant because that bugs me too!
Another mistake I've seen a lot lately is peek and peak. If you're discreetly looking up her skirt, it's "peek"; if you're nearing climax, it's "peak."
I'm an English teacher...I could paper a wall with lists of commonly confused words!!
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Processing times are all a matter of perspective. To publish almost anything through traditional venues takes months and sometimes even years, often submitting to dozens of agents and publishers, so patience and a thick skin are necessary virtues for any writer. I've found that Lush wait times are far, far shorter than other sites, and the quality of stories is far superior to most. I for one would prefer a slightly longer wait and a few rejections to ensure the time I spend reading is well spent...there's not much more frustrating than pulling up a story and getting bogged down in grammar errors or ridiculously poor content. I like knowing that what I'm reading has passed a preliminary quality check. (And I try to write with that in mind as well.)
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When I run, I like to have a variety of songs with a variety of tempos in my playlist...then when I'm hitting a wall, I've usually got something coming up that will shock me into pushing through it. Lately, though, I've been doing the elliptical to avoid the cold weather, and what I like more than anything is watching motivational TV while I'm working out. I've started recording The Biggest Loser and The Revolution and watching those on DVR while I'm on the machine. Anything involving people pushing themselves is inspiring to me. Even Beachbody commercials get me pumped up. That sounds so stupid, I can hardly believe I'm confessing to it on here...but it works for me!!
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I lose interest easily, so my stories take a long time. At least a few weeks...sometimes even a few months. I'll get inspired and start something, then lose steam when it comes to writing the sexual details. For some reason that always trips me up. I also get distracted easily, and find myself chatting and reading instead of writing. I have three unfinished series and about a half dozen half-finished stories on my computer!
When truly inspired, I can crank it out though. I wrote a 60,000 word novel in three months.
When truly inspired, I can crank it out though. I wrote a 60,000 word novel in three months.
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I can relate to your hesitation...I'm very hesitant to even post on these bulletin boards because I tend to think and rethink everything I write. I've been a member for almost a year and have only posted a handful of times (this is me branching out! lol)
There has to be a happy medium for me to be comfortable in a chat room...too aggressive will scare me off, but I'm not aggressive at all so someone else has to initiate the conversation. Maybe sometime I'll venture into one of them...but it would be easier with someone I "know." (Kind of like going in to a bar in "real life"! You need your wing man!)
There has to be a happy medium for me to be comfortable in a chat room...too aggressive will scare me off, but I'm not aggressive at all so someone else has to initiate the conversation. Maybe sometime I'll venture into one of them...but it would be easier with someone I "know." (Kind of like going in to a bar in "real life"! You need your wing man!)
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I definitely prefer an athletic build. Not too thin...I want to feel his weight when he's on top of me. ;) I'm a sucker for a nicely defined chest, and I love to run my fingers over well toned biceps.
I like a man who works out, but it's not necessarily for the body that results...it's for the confidence. The swagger. Nothing is sexier than a man who is healthy and strong and comfortable in his own skin.
I like a man who works out, but it's not necessarily for the body that results...it's for the confidence. The swagger. Nothing is sexier than a man who is healthy and strong and comfortable in his own skin.
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Intimacy by definition refers to closeness...an intimate gathering or an intimate venue are cozy and personal, but not necessarily sexual. Sexual intimacy, to me, is all about the eyes. There is nothing more intimate than getting lost in your lover's eyes while sharing a passionate kiss or while caressing their body in some way. And I wholeheartedly agree with everyone who has already posted that intimacy makes sex so much better!