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Wilful
Over 90 days ago
Straight Cis Male, 49
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Quote by Dancing_Doll
Nothing overly strange. I guess the most 'different' would be just crossing my legs and using my kegel muscles (no hands). This is how I started getting off with my first orgasms, and I'll still do it sometimes when really turned on in public places - work, school, airplanes, movies - that kind of thing. It's still fun and I've mastered a totally silent technique with no visible movement. smile


Well done, my dear. Bravo!
The short answer is that it depends.

The long answer is that I could answer yes to all of them under the right circumstances:

Would you cherish that love?
If we knew each other and had a personal connection based on kindness or some other appealing characteristic, then almost always. To express such wonderful feelings for another human being is something that should definitely be cherished.

Be flattered?
Again, if we knew each other on a personal level, then always. If someone of sound mind tells you you're worthy of their love, how can you not be flattered?

Run fast as the wind?
If we didn't have any personal connection and/or I had no confidence in her ability to respect my relationship with my wife or otherwise behave appropriately, then definitely yes, albeit figuratively. If someone has an unhealthy obsession with you, the best thing is to be direct and break off any contact. What's important is to be respectful and sensitive about it.

Not believe her?
If she didn't know me or I knew she had a mental illness, then yes. Again, it's about being thoughtful in how you manage it.

Cast her aside like an old piece of gum attached to your shoe?
If I knew she had done something sufficiently evil to me or someone I cared about, then yes. It's incredibly cruel, but we all have that in us. What varies is our individual limits. I'd like to think I'd take the high ground and be respectful about it, but who knows...? Hopefully I'll never find out.

And it obviously depends on the guy. If you told me, I'd be flattered, try and let you down easy and limit my contact with you. If you told Magical Felix, he'd hit you up for some cash. Horses for courses really.

Going back to another short answer, don't over think it. If you really know the guy, and I mean honestly, and you genuinely feel it, then tell him. If he reacts positively, then you're golden. If he doesn't, then you can stop wasting your time and make yourself available for someone better suited to you.

Sorry, my brother-in-law is staying with us at the moment and I got stuck into his UDLs. I'm feeling a bit philosophical.
I've edited stories for a couple of people here on Lush, with varying degrees of acknowledgement. While the less appreciative of those have sent an eyebrow or two of mine skyward in an okay-then-ahh-fuck-you expression, thanks or a shout-out isn't why I did it.

I think editing someone else's work is a valuable exercise in honing your own writing skills. Granted, it's mostly nuts and bolts grammar and punctuation corrections, at least in my case so far. But that's still important. But looking at a piece with fresh eyes and spotting places where the plot falls down, or the characters need to be developed more, is excellent training for improving your own writing. Every bit helps and all that.

If you look at it in terms of doing something for yourself, then the acknowledgement really doesn't matter.

But having said all that, yes, if someone's kind enough to edit your work, please tear the ass out of the thank you. It really does take hours of their time.
In addition to the exceptional writers already listed, I highly recommend Liz, Saga and Sitting.

But as the others have suggested, they're just the tip of an epic iceberg here on Lush. Check out the Editor's Picks, Recommended Reads and competition winners for yourself.
Quote by Dreamer90
I understand that it is risky and feels dangerous and that can be huge turn on. I also talked to a friend who is trying to get pregnant and she says it's a whole new level of intimacy. However you should not play with your future and the life of a possible child like that. There are many other ways to get both, danger and intimacy.


Very well said.

Then again...it's hard to go past Felix's words of wisdom.
Actually from my wife, who was my girlfriend at the time. And now I can feel every married guy reading this and nodding their heads in thoughtful contemplation of memories past.

Anyway, it was on the couch, and the thrill of her letting me come inher mouth was extraordinary.

Lest we forget...
Speaking in Tongues by the Hilltop Hoods

Another war another martyr revered,
Passed the fear from their fathers then it’s lasting for years,
Bullets don’t discriminate the skin colour they pierce,
We speak the same language brother; love, laughter and tears,
Refugees trading death for a prison,
While some base a set of opinions on race, sex or religion,
C’mon, enough day to day stress of just living,
Without giving a fuck if they’re hated just cause you’re different,
Let’s do it under the name of the love that became lost,
Dress it up how you want, we’re cut from the same cloth,
Scars of hate, frowns stitched to our faces,
Can’t escape the cage we forge, we’ve got bars to break,
For those living every bit of the struggle,
Given to hustle trying to figure how they fit in the puzzle,
Cause right now we’re in pieces and peace is the people as one,
Till then we’re treated like we’re speaking in tongues so here we come

I am, you are, we are one,
We’re two sides of the same coin, we drink from the sun,
We be the left hand, right hand, right man?
But sometimes it seems like we’re speaking in tongues so let me speak on the drum,
I am, you are, we are one,
We’re two sides of the same coin, we drink from the sun,
We be the left hand, right hand, right man?
But sometimes it seems like we’re speaking in tongues so let me speak on the drum

Media is teaching the young, debate about belief in the one,
Can make an eight-year soldier fall asleep with a gun,
While tax mans hands deep in your funds, your ones,
Money tight like we tweaking the drums it’s like we speaking in tongues,
But no book burnings or church sermons,
I surf currents, my words burn like a dirt furnace,
Confusion leads and anguish sells,
But this music succeeds where even language fails,
To convey free honest expression,
It’s a problem trying to get people to acknowledge progression,
My goal is to leave a lasting iconic impression,
Controlling crowds like demonic possession and ain’t no time to invest in,
Biting the hand that created the platform,
Attaching pseudo patriotic crap to a rap song,
Hoods and 2na try to unify the people as one,
And yet we’re treated like we’re speaking in tongues so here we come,

I am, you are, we are one,
We’re two sides of the same coin, we drink from the sun,
We be the left hand, right hand, right man?
But sometimes it seems like we’re speaking in tongues so let me speak on the drum,
I am, you are, we are one,
We’re two sides of the same coin, we drink from the sun,
We be the left hand, right hand, right man?
But sometimes it seems like we’re speaking in tongues so let me speak on the drum

I would never,
Hate someone for the way they display love for someone else,
(And if you do)
The blame comes from the weight of the way that you see yourself,
Take some of the weight off your plate by taking the hate away,
And then maybe you’ll make your way to start loving yourself
Fear’s a cancer logic is a countermeasure,
A property that you can’t count or measure,
I got a problem with people who got a problem with,
The way that other people wanna live – that’s their prerogative,
They’re mad at how you love, where your prayers are going,
Their anger’s like a drug, they’re mad at where you from,
But fuck a redneck checking if your visa’s valid,
They act like pigs and chickens I’m sick of Ceaser salad,
So we seize the mallet, and we swing on the ignorant,
Can’t speak our language? Then we’ll see if you can sing in it,
Hoods and 2na try to unify the people as one,
And yet we’re treated like we’re speaking in tongues so here we come

I am, you are, we are one,
We’re two sides of the same coin, we drink from the sun,
We be the left hand, right hand, right man?
But sometimes it seems like we’re speaking in tongues so let me speak on the drum,
I am, you are, we are one,
We’re two sides of the same coin, we drink from the sun,
We be the left hand, right hand, right man?
But sometimes it seems like we’re speaking in tongues so let me speak on the drum

They pick me up just to pull me down,
March to different drums, come from all around,
It’s like we’re speaking in tongues,
It’s like we’re speaking in tongues,
They pick me up just to pull me down,
March to different drums, come from all around,
It’s like we’re speaking in tongues,
It’s like we’re speaking in tongues

I am, you are, we are one,
We’re two sides of the same coin, we drink from the sun,
We be the left hand, right hand, right man?
But sometimes it seems like we’re speaking in tongues so let me speak on the drum,
I am, you are, we are one,
We’re two sides of the same coin, we drink from the sun,
We be the left hand, right hand, right man?
But sometimes it seems like we’re speaking in tongues so let me speak on the drum
1. A final meal - a big plate of bangers and oven-roasted garlic mash, slathered in gravy
2. A final drink - a bucket of ice chocolate, complete with ice-cream
3. A final film - While You Were Sleeping
4. A final song - My Immortal by Evanescence
5. A final fantasy shot on the swing - Lorde
Respected, of course.

But it's not a mutually exclusive choice. Professional respect is one thing, whereas being likable is another. Just because you have a hard job with difficult decisions, doesn't mean you have to be an ass about it.

Unless you're a hitman, there's really no reason why you can't be both.
Apparently she wants me to want to help her.

What the shit is that?!
My wife vacuuming the house in a huff.

Yes, I could be helping her, instead of sitting here posting in the forums...
I'll pass, thank you.

But if I can chum the waters for a pair of foxy, little trouble makers...
Sure. Why not? Especially if I could wrangle a threesome with Kiera too.

Although, I don't imagine I'd get a word in...or anything else.
Have I said Scarlett Johansson before? Well, Scarlett Johansson is at the top of my list of a thousand.

Although, I've got to say, that young Kiwi bird, Lorde, is coming in a close second. I'm really impressed by her.

*clears throat* I've said too much...
A ham, cheese and tomato sandwich, and a tub of mango yoghurt.
What the fucking fuck am I going to do until October?! These short seasons are killing me!

I'm in two minds about a spin-off series. Sure, it'll fill the void, but I'm yet to come across a spin-off that's as good as the original. I'd rather they poured the cash into twenty odd episodes of The Walking Dead each year and be done with it. Still, I hope I'm wrong. And yes, of course I'll watch it.

Maggie's one-dimensional search for Glen is just as tedious as his for her. And the fact that it's apparently come at the expense of any concern for her sister is weird. Good pick up, Doll. There was a bit of tension between them over Beth's suicide attempt back on the farm, and I do remember something about them only being half sisters or stepsisters or something, but still. Character flaw or plot hole, I'm not sure. I've never really liked her, so if it's the former, I'm right on the money. If it's the latter, we'll just put it down with the lack of rain and the freshly mown lawns in every town. Just sayin'...

That was one hell of an intense showdown with Daryl's lord of the flies gang. They captured the blinding rage of that so brilliantly. I'd be off my chops if that was me. I admire Rick's restraint. It was far too good an ending for them. God, I'm still angry about it!

As for Terminus...I think you nailed it again, Doll. Nothing more than bad guys ringing the dinner bell. Sure, the human remains and desperate messages scrawled on the walls are a bit of a giveaway. But just looking at Rick's reaction to Glen's watch, the riot gear and Maggie's poncho, even if Glen and Maggie had won them over with their charm and got themselves thrown in the clink, good guys wouldn't steal their shit. I can't wait to see how Rick at full flight is going to handle this one.

Tyreese and Carol are a bit of a concern. Unless I've been outsmarted by editing, they would have arrived at Terminus before the others. Were they spared because of the baby, or was it one of them on the barbeque?

And who the fuck lifted Beth?! Terminus bad guys posting signs, or someone else? I'm out of my mind down here!
Quote by northernowl
If a woman wanted to pay me for just my company, I would be more than honoured to oblige her. I love a nice night out with no expectations other than a good time.


Well said.

Given I'm married though, it's not a position I'd get myself into. But in principle, I have no problem with it.

As for her reasons why, it's not my place to judge.
I usually try to read all the entries as they're posted, although I've been off my game in the last two competitions (I'm struggling with another project). I try and limit it to two stories each day before I press on with my own. I'm a great procrastinator.

I actually find them a little inspiring. Not so much from an I-must-rip-them-off perspective, but more of getting me into the mindset of writing erotica. They get the juices flowing, so to speak, filling my brain with the imagery that helps me write my own story.

They don't put me off at all. Granted, during the Quickie Competition I got a little miffed that so many heavy hitters came out of the woodwork to submit a story. But other than accepting I wasn't really in with a chance, I pressed on, if only to keep them honest. This time around, the similar theme and superior skill of Sitting has me clenching a little, but bugger it! I'm still in.

I write for me. While I have the lofty goal of placing, then eventually winning a Lush competition, I'm running my own race.

Good luck, everyone.
Just heartbreaking when they came back and found Mika. I was totally gutted.

Definitely no potential left in Lizzie's liability. Carol had to kill her. There was really nothing else for it. Interesting question though, Doll, would the outcome have been the same if she was her real daughter? As much as it pains me, I think the answer's yes. Lizzie was too far gone, and there was no reasoning with her. And if she'd killed my other daughter, I just couldn't look at her anymore. I just couldn't. Here and now, the best mental health care I could find/afford. Zombie apocalypse, she's done like a dinner.

Sure, all the warning signs were there, and I can sit here on my couch and say I never would have left Lizzie alone with the other children. But hindsight is 20/20. I don't know that Carol and Tyreese knew as much as wee did, to say nothing of the limited options they had there in the moment. Still, you've got to wonder why they didn't keep a closer eye on the kids.

I just feel numb after that one.