Erotic stories are definitely my go-to preference when I'm...giving myself a treat.
Otherwise it's a variety of fantasies about mostly non-specific women. But occasionally someone I know will slip in there.
It's all good, but partially undressing her gets my motor running the most. Whether it's just getting the access I need, or getting her started and she finishes the rest, there's a sexy urgency about it that pushes my buttons.
Fight the power, Mr Mark! Honest scoring and constructive criticism are essential on a site like this. It's the best way for authors to learn, and hone their skills to become better writers.
I've voted below the line many times, even handing out a few 2s and the occasional 1. I've not actually copped an earful over any of it either. I put that down to offering a constructive comment to go along with my score. I stay away from value-laden judgements, and focus on something specific, with a suggestion for how it can be improved. And I always try and soften it with something positive I liked about the story.
But as a mod, I've had to temper that somewhat, lest my feedback be misinterpreted as official site criticism. I've since become a little more generous, leaning more towards supportive than constructive. But I'm finding that's not entirely consistent with my values and integrity. The upshot being I score and comment less these days.
I do agree somewhat with Sprite, as we're all required to under site guidelines, the culture here is positive at all costs. And that's a great environment for timid new writers who are just starting out. Support and encouragement is invaluable. It's also addictive. I think a little more maturity is what's needed. And unlike Sprite, I think you can change a culture.
Keep doing what you're doing, Mark. Hopefully more of us will follow.
Traditional Australian food is not spicy at all. Heaps of flavour, but no spice. That's not to say that we're adverse to it, and there's plenty of chilli making its way onto the plates down here, largely as a result of the Asian influence in our cooking. We're big on fusion, you know, the whole prison colony thing... Historically it's big British comfort food, slowly evolving with the warmer climate and abundance of fresh ingredients, with the odd ripped off Italian favourite thrown in for good measure.
As for Fosters...you won't find any self-respecting Aussie touching the stuff. I'm not actually sure you can even get it down here. It's bloody awful.
Outback's all right for a big feed, but there's nothing authentically Australian about it. It's an American theme restaurant, and a pretty tacky one at that. The half dozen or so times I've stopped by down here, I can't remember anything even approaching spicy, including the chicken breast slathered in mustard sauce. I'd say your local must have been a little heavy-handed with the pepper.
A Kiwi, a Brit, a German, a Colombian, and a Brazilian. I can't say they were any different from the Aussies I've put away, particularly as they all spoke English well. Varying degrees of openness, friendliness and the odd stereotype, but I put that more down to individual personality and level of self-esteem than any nationality issue. At the end of the day, sex is sex.
Don't poke the bear
...and a wet spot from where my dog was just pressing his nose to my belly. I must have dropped a few crumbs.
Hmmm...I've never had it done to me, but I've got to say, I probably wouldn't like it. I have enough trouble as it is staying out of my head, and I'd probably find it too distracting. But who knows? In the heat of the moment, it might be just what the doctor ordered.
If I was with someone fairly new, I'd probably be polite and wouldn't say anything, and just try and get on with it. But if it was someone I was comfortable with, no doubt I'd ask her not to.
I think, for me, I'm a little more dominant in nature. I'd prefer to be the spanker, rather than the spankee. Horses for courses though...
I've romanced many a pillow in my day. But the strangest thing, more as an aid than an apparatus, was the instructional leaflet from a pack of tampons. And in an airplane bathroom no less. Hey, don't judge me! It was the best I could do on a long flight into a Muslim country. Points for difficulty, I reckon - a tiny, poorly drawn diagram and a lack of elbow room. Surely there's some kind of mile high badge in it for me.
Can't go past bangers and mash, heaving with onion gravy and mushrooms.
Although a rich, creamy chicken pasta is not entirely without its charm. Ooh, then there's trifle, or warm apple pie and ice cream. Or a nice roast pork with plenty of crackling...Chocolate pudding and sauce...
Yeah, sorry. I've wandered a little off road there. It's all good.
We lost our baby about the same time. It was almost a physical blow that seemed to tear something from me in the moment. But the distress my wife was going through, compounded by the insensitivity of the ultrasound technician, took over. I had to flip into man mode to try and support her.
What should have been an exciting experience, seeing and hearing the little one growing up a storm, was ruined. I'm more pragmatic than most, and my focus became protecting our other child from the loss.
Our doctor was really great, researching some resources for us and making sure we were okay. My boss too was surprisingly good. Most other people who knew were full of unhelpful platitudes, which, perhaps unfairly, felt insincere. So we kept it from everyone else. That doesn't feel right either.
Plenty of Small Bump by Ed Sheeran and a few tears, and for the most part, I'm just trying to get on with it. But I still deeply miss my child.
Honestly, not that much anymore. Sure, there are women with striking eyes, like Michelle Pfeiffer, Amy Lee (the lead singer of Evanescence), Ashley Long (a porn star back in the day), and that chick from The Truman Show that Jim Carey had a thing for. But it really comes down to how they slap on the makeup.
It's what's behind them that makes it for me. I'm much more attracted to the smile in a woman's voice, her touch, her kindness...then her hips and that whole ass area.
Massaman beef curry and rice, with a glass of water on the side.
Unfortunately the hole in the wall on the way back to the office had run out of strawberry donuts.
While I've been a bit slack of late, I try to mod one, read one, and write some every day. Usually at night during the weeks, and first thing in the mornings on the weekends.
Katie Elizabeth and Beth from The Walking Dead...that definitely beats my fan fiction.
Last week's episode in the hospital was certainly a frustrating change of pace. It got right under my skin though. That sort of appalling leadership does my head in. I spent most of the time yelling at the TV. I can't wait to see how things play out when badass Carol comes to.
As for Eugene and that Tennessee tophat of his, wow! It caught us by surprise in the heat of the moment. That sort of manipulation is almost worse than some of the other stuff we've seen from the real bad guys somehow. What a whopper!
Custard is just about my favourite thing in the whole world, but I have to cast my vote for ice cream. The cold contrast with the hot apple pie, the sweet refreshment against the warm richness...yum.
Welcome to Lush! No need to feel overwhelmed, it's all pretty easy and people are friendly.
I'd recommend starting off with the stories in the Editor's Choice category. They're some of the best stories on the site from some incredible authors. The Recommended Reads category too has some brilliant stories.
Then have a poke around the categories that tickle your fancy. No need to be shy. It'll be our little secret. Best of luck.
I am tired and going to bed. Goodnight, everyone. I hope you have an awesome weekend.
Yeah, sure, if it was my partner and/or during some sort of sexual encounter.
If it's just some random chick grinding on me while I'm waiting for the bus, then probably no.
As my wife and I set about on our Saturday errands this morning, we pulled into our local Bunnings on the way to partake in the greatest of Australian traditions, the sausage sizzle. While scoffing them down in our car, we wondered if the sausage sizzle was something enjoyed in the United Kingdom and North America, or just something unique to Australia.
It's a simple barbecue, where a plain beef sausage is placed diagonally on a single piece of white bread, and the free corners are pulled up to wrap around the sausage. It usually comes with barbecued onions and tomato sauce, or maybe a bit of mustard if you're going to be fancy. It's quick, simple and delicious.
They have them every weekend in the carpark of the hardware chain, usually run by a local charity as a fund-raiser. Harvey Norman does it too. Occasionally it's offered to entice people down to a car dealership or display village. And it's also at the heart of our democracy, with a sausage sizzle present at every polling station on election day - I think it might even be in our Constitution.
Anyway, do you guys have sausage sizzles in your neck of the woods? And if not, what's your national meat-in-carb delicacy to lure people to homewares stores and community events?