She knows I'm on an erotica site, but I'm not sure that she specifically knows it's this one.
She knows I read and write erotica, and has read at least one of my stories. She enjoyed it, but didn't like the loneliness I portrayed, given it was so close to the bone.
She's not on here with me, as far as I know. But, Sprite, if that's you, would you please pick up some milk on your way home tonight.
While I'm sure she'd prefer I was on TripAdvisor or Facebook, her disapproval is feigned, and she's actually quite supportive.
I suppose I've gone from hiding my activity to just not sharing it. I'll occasionally discuss a forum thread with her, but otherwise this is my thing.
And we don't read stories together.
I consider myself a writer, and in my opinion, I became one the moment I published a story online. Before that, I was just some guy with a hobby. I think the title comes from sharing the work with others, not just creating it.
Yes, it's still just a hobby, and I've got no idea if I'm actually any good, but my stuff's out there, baby! I'm a motherfuckin' writer!
For me, there's a difference between a writer and an author, the latter being paid for a start. It's the crossover from amateur to professional.
Give yourself the pet on the back and all the encouragement you can.
A thrashed out yellow yachting jumper that's coming apart at the seams, and many places in between. It was handed down to me from my father about twenty years ago. He got it from my stepmother's sister, who found it on her bedroom floor after one of her many conquests. That guy obviously couldn't get out of there quick enough. The mother of all hand-me-downs.
I'm also wearing a periodic table of elements t-shirt underneath, and a pair of navy blue trackies, with blown out elastic around the waist.
A pair of odd black socks rounds out the ensemble.
Very hobo chic.
Yeah, you make a good point about the build up, Doll, as always. They really eased us out of last season's finale. They almost could have ended the series there. They certainly had a lot of work to do to rev up this season. That was evident in the slow burn this week too.
We're only just getting into it. Damn it! I'm gagging for some instant gratification.
Any thoughts on who's sabotaging the group? Surely it's one of the newcomers baiting the walkers by the fence line. Then again, I can't help but think Carol might have gone bat shit crazy enough to do something like that. I mean, the way she's fucking up those kids...
Then again, I think that little shit, Carl, is becoming enough of a psychopath to do something like that. Especially getting rid of the sick survivors in quarantine. I just don't trust him. Rick should have put him over his knee back in Season 1.
What do you think?
Let's see, the age of consent down here is 16, so I'd say 21 years under for a sexual partner. Oh don't judge me, you're all thinking it too. And probably 10 to 15 years over, give or take.
For a relationship, and let's be honest, decent sex, 10 years plus or minus.
You know you're getting old if you think 1990 was only ten years ago.
My twentieth high school reunion is next year. I'm saying things like, "twenty years ago..." I can't eat onions after six o'clock anymore. What the fuck?!
Go hard, or go home. If you're at home, like me, you're old.
And amen on Idiocracy. A brilliant movie, and a frightening prophecy of what's coming. NOT SURE!
Hmmm. Was it just me, or was that a bit of a slow start to the season? Sure, it was good and everything, but I was hoping for a real barn burner.
I might have let my expectations run away with me a bit.
I had the feeling that bat shit crazy Irish bird was up to something, but to be honest, I wasn't expecting a walker in a sack. I would have liked to have seen that go a different way. What does everyone else think?
And how much of a muck do you think that kid who dropped in the shower is going to cause?
Ooo, I can't wait for next Monday...
There was a faster poster.
The two reasons I've bullshitted online in the past:
1 - to add a little something to my stories. I'm a big fan of female first person stories, and quite frankly, the sluttier the better. If I like the story, I go backstage and check out the profile, or bio, or whatever. Whenever I find out it's just some guy, it takes something away. But when it's a drug-fucked, bisexual stripper who could be telling a true story, it adds something. Stupid, I know, but... So I did the same for a while on another site. You know, for the fans?
2 - To protect myself. I don't know who the fuck's out there, how crazy they are, or how good their IT skills are. If you think I'm a 37 year old married guy from Sydney, then maybe the 42 year old single woman from Brisbane I actually am will be that little bit safer. And I especially don't want anyone I know to recognise me from my profile. "Hey, Will? You're 37, right? Didn't you used to volunteer for Lifeline? Oh my God, you love Bring It On! I can't believe it, you write dirty stories! Mate, tell me you didn't stick your tongue up a hooker's ass, did you?" Misdirection is better than omission.
I still misdirect here with a few key facts to mask my identity, but otherwise, I'm honest. The friends I have here who I've interacted with may not know my driver's licence stats, but they know the real me. I'm not going to fake that. They're people too, and they deserve my respect.
I suppose others may do it as part of fantasy roll play. And good for them, I guess. But I agree, when it becomes real, and there's real emotions involved, it's time to come clean.
But to play devil's advocate for just a moment, buyer beware. If you're going to emotionally invest in relationships online, particularly on an erotica site, then come on. You're more than likely going to get dicked around. Pun intended. Proceed with caution.
And twice.
I'm out of my mind excited!
I want to go to Egypt to see the pyramids.
My wife's grandmother banging around in the kitchen while I'm trying to write. Fuck my life.
My wife watching Geordie Shore. Fuck my life.
Very Bad Things. I laughed my ass off for half an hour after the final credits rolled.
The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas. Man, that's stayed with me.
Forrest Gump. It was just so sad that he didn't end up with Jenny.
Million Dollar Baby. *sigh*
Buried. The snake was a bit much, but those final seconds when you realise he's fucked...
Of course. What better way for holding the intimacy?
Besides, I used to get in trouble for wiping my cock on her thigh and rolling over.
I hear you, Joel, believe me. Loneliness sucks ass, big-time.
It's all really good advice here, even Magical_felix's. Dude, where the fuck were you ten years ago?! That's gold!
Joining clubs and hobby groups is a great way of meeting people who share similar interests, and it gives you something to talk about. What I found worked really well for me was dance classes. You're probably better off with Latin at your age, as you'll get cooler, younger women at salsa classes. Although ballroom is typically an older, nerdier, more awkward crowd, they're often a lot more friendly and welcoming.
There's nearly always a shortage of men. You don't actually have to talk too much, because you're both busy learning the steps. And there's something instantly bonding about it, because you're breaking the touch barrier.
We had a guy at one of our classes who was so nervous at the beginning, he literally trembled through every lesson. But as he got more comfortable, he eventually had no reason to be shy anymore. Now we can't shut him up.
Years later, even though I've given up dancing, I've still got those friends. Honestly, they saved my life.
1. Kate Beckinsale
2. Claire Forlani
3. Scarlett Johansson
4. Amy Lee
5. Shannen Doherty (I know she's a bad girl, but if only I could tame her...)
6. Alyssa Milano
7. Jennifer Love Hewitt
8. Emma Stone
9. Melissa George
10. Elizabeth Banks
Gun to my head, Kate Beckinsale. But it's a close race.
Yeah, I've always had a thing for older women. But as I'm starting to get a few miles on myself, it's the women my age that are increasingly peaking my interest. No doubt I'll tip over to the younger ones as I get on.
I think women in their 30s and 40s are the sexiest.
I've been waiting to get on kiera for so long now. Above above above!
Dear Mr President by Pink
Honestly, I probably would have reworked the sentence to say, "I put in a bid of ten pounds on that vase yesterday." And I never would have used it in the context of an order or farewell.
Google says that the verb bid—meaning (1) to offer, (2) to command, or (3) to invite—used to be inflected bade in the past tense and bidden as a past participle. These forms still appear, especially where what’s bid (or bidden) is a hello or a goodbye, but they are fading from the language and may soon disappear. In today’s English, bid is usually uninflected.
But I do like Slippery's interpretation, and will most likely use that in future.
dpw wrote:
"Let me give you one possibility, he realised he was developing feelings for somebody he hadn't even met, he felt it might threaten his domestic relationship so decided to stop it, he still has feelings for you so makes excuses for avoiding you. It sounds like he has feelings but can't or won't cross his line. If you have feelings for him, give him some respect, don't ever be nasty to him. It just degrades the previous relationship."
Very wise words, and an excellent way to approach it regardless of the possible reason.
I think the lesson to take from all this is to not let yourself get carried away with the fantasy. Flirt, sure, it's great fun. But draw your line in the sand and don't cross it. It's just not worth it if you have the real thing at home, no matter how appealing it seems.
Good luck