I'd much rather a long modest life than a short wealthy one. But forever...?
Sitting alone on an extinct Earth for several thousand years, waiting for the sun to swallow me up, and then somehow not kill me. Good times.
I'll take the cash.
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Wilful
Over 90 days ago
Straight Cis Male, 49
0 miles · Sydney
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Devil's Advocate
The warm, soapy water trickles across the back of my hand as I gently swirl the sponge across your stomach. My fingers hang slightly over the edge, deliciously licking at the silky softness of your skin.
You look down, breaking my gaze, your pink lips slightly parted, and your breath shaking. My cheek lightly brushes against yours. With my forefinger, I gently lift your chin until your brown eyes, big and shiny, meet mine. I smile, letting the faintest hum escape with my breath.
Then I lean in that last, agonising inch, and slowly press my lips to yours.
99 words.
You look down, breaking my gaze, your pink lips slightly parted, and your breath shaking. My cheek lightly brushes against yours. With my forefinger, I gently lift your chin until your brown eyes, big and shiny, meet mine. I smile, letting the faintest hum escape with my breath.
Then I lean in that last, agonising inch, and slowly press my lips to yours.
99 words.
Devil's Advocate
It's the final frontier. When you're getting carried away and you want to dial it up to eleven, it's as dirty and sexy as you can get.
The other side of it though, is the intimacy. It's hard to describe. It's like knowing her fully, her complete essence. Perhaps there's something primal about it, like the way dogs sniff each other's asses. But there's this closeness that comes with it, that you don't get any other way.
Then there's just the assholes, pardon the pun, for whom it's all about power.
The other side of it though, is the intimacy. It's hard to describe. It's like knowing her fully, her complete essence. Perhaps there's something primal about it, like the way dogs sniff each other's asses. But there's this closeness that comes with it, that you don't get any other way.
Then there's just the assholes, pardon the pun, for whom it's all about power.
Devil's Advocate
I've been doing the designer stubble thing for about seven years now.
I was trying to grow a sneaky moustache for a dance competition, and I got heaps of positive feedback from the ladies while it was coming in. So after I was done with Raul, my rumba alter ego, I grew it back.
Still didn't get any though.
And now that I'm married, my wife just teases me for the salt and pepper sprinkled through. So it's really just to cover up my baby face these days.
It's much easier to maintain than clean shaving, and I suppose about the same as a full beard. Although it's much more comfortable than the full. The key is though, you have to have a good electric beard trimmer, otherwise you're just asking for trouble. And as others have mentioned, you've got to keep up with shaving the neck, and the cheeks for those of us into Teenwolf, or Robin Williams territory.
I was trying to grow a sneaky moustache for a dance competition, and I got heaps of positive feedback from the ladies while it was coming in. So after I was done with Raul, my rumba alter ego, I grew it back.
Still didn't get any though.
And now that I'm married, my wife just teases me for the salt and pepper sprinkled through. So it's really just to cover up my baby face these days.
It's much easier to maintain than clean shaving, and I suppose about the same as a full beard. Although it's much more comfortable than the full. The key is though, you have to have a good electric beard trimmer, otherwise you're just asking for trouble. And as others have mentioned, you've got to keep up with shaving the neck, and the cheeks for those of us into Teenwolf, or Robin Williams territory.
Devil's Advocate
My brain completely disconnects from my imagination, and I have no idea if what I'm writing matches what I see in my mind. It feels like I'm trying to walk across a tightrope while wearing a blindfold.
You see, right now I'm imagining feeling a soft breast gently pressing against my bicep. I turn to look at the tall redhead standing to my right. My eyes meet hers, blue and sparkling above the dark rim of her glasses, and she grins at me. I smile back, then return my attention to the other people in the group. But I can't concentrate on their inane coctail party conversation. I'm instead consumed by the tactile sensation against my arm, and wondering if she's doing it on purpose.
Now that's as vivid as shit for me, but I have no idea if any of you are getting it. Oh God, please, somebody validate me!
Oh yeah, and what everyone else said too.
You see, right now I'm imagining feeling a soft breast gently pressing against my bicep. I turn to look at the tall redhead standing to my right. My eyes meet hers, blue and sparkling above the dark rim of her glasses, and she grins at me. I smile back, then return my attention to the other people in the group. But I can't concentrate on their inane coctail party conversation. I'm instead consumed by the tactile sensation against my arm, and wondering if she's doing it on purpose.
Now that's as vivid as shit for me, but I have no idea if any of you are getting it. Oh God, please, somebody validate me!
Oh yeah, and what everyone else said too.
Devil's Advocate
I think it's simply because is the full bore option.
When you're taking the head off it, or in up to the elbow, and the gangbang with interacial Siamese midgets covered in peanut butter just isn't doing it for you anymore, you've got to dig deep. And is as deep as you can go. The limitations in the site guidelines are there for a very good reason.
But as a writer, I find the nature of it interesting, particularly how two people in that relationship could possibly end up crossing the line. The human condition, blah blah blah. And as long as we're there, we might as well have a pay off.
Why are there so many crime dramas on TV? It's interesting, it's unusual, to most of us it's alien. As someone who's actually witnessed some of the worst humanity has to offer, there's nothing entertaining about it at all, trust me. Still, we all tune in, even me.
When you're taking the head off it, or in up to the elbow, and the gangbang with interacial Siamese midgets covered in peanut butter just isn't doing it for you anymore, you've got to dig deep. And is as deep as you can go. The limitations in the site guidelines are there for a very good reason.
But as a writer, I find the nature of it interesting, particularly how two people in that relationship could possibly end up crossing the line. The human condition, blah blah blah. And as long as we're there, we might as well have a pay off.
Why are there so many crime dramas on TV? It's interesting, it's unusual, to most of us it's alien. As someone who's actually witnessed some of the worst humanity has to offer, there's nothing entertaining about it at all, trust me. Still, we all tune in, even me.
Devil's Advocate
If I can go Dr Phil / Mars-Venus on this, or just make an idiot generalisation, men have primal hardwiring to please women. We actually get pleasure from it. Let us know what you want, so we can do it for you.
A woman who submits to everything all the time is a frustrating bore. Express an opinion. Make a decision. Show us you're worthy of our affection. Haven't you seen Coming to America?
But hooray for flavouring rough sex!
A woman who submits to everything all the time is a frustrating bore. Express an opinion. Make a decision. Show us you're worthy of our affection. Haven't you seen Coming to America?
But hooray for flavouring rough sex!
Devil's Advocate
I don't think there's anything wrong with a male point of view. As a man, my favourite stories are those in first person from the female perspective. I love getting a glimpse of the other side.
I think the key is to be genuine. Sure, we all want to plough a hot piece of ass, but what else is going on? How do the characters make you feel? Horny, of course, but what are those interactions doing to you: that coy little smile across the room; the way the back of your hand accidentally brushes her hip when you're walking with her; the way she tightly pushes her lips together when you ask about her husband? Offer an insight that female readers don't necessarily have. In my experience, women respond well when you're respectful and thoughtful, and honest.
You could read some of the more popular female authors' stories to see how they do it. Or you could go third person and balance it out a bit more.
Or you could just do your own thing. You've got some good feedback from the boys. You don't have to write for everybody.
I think the key is to be genuine. Sure, we all want to plough a hot piece of ass, but what else is going on? How do the characters make you feel? Horny, of course, but what are those interactions doing to you: that coy little smile across the room; the way the back of your hand accidentally brushes her hip when you're walking with her; the way she tightly pushes her lips together when you ask about her husband? Offer an insight that female readers don't necessarily have. In my experience, women respond well when you're respectful and thoughtful, and honest.
You could read some of the more popular female authors' stories to see how they do it. Or you could go third person and balance it out a bit more.
Or you could just do your own thing. You've got some good feedback from the boys. You don't have to write for everybody.
Devil's Advocate
My stories get me going when I'm thinking about them. If it gets me off, it goes in the queue.
However, once I'm writing it, I'm in a constant state of anxiety, worrying about sentence structure, grammar, flow, and absolutely everything else to do with how I'm putting it down. Please be good! Please be good! Please be good! It's like being on a friggin' tightrope.
Reading it afterwards...I'm dead inside. Even thinking about it freestyle does nothing for me. It's like I'm exorcising my fantasies. Although, given my first few attempts, that's probably a good thing.
However, once I'm writing it, I'm in a constant state of anxiety, worrying about sentence structure, grammar, flow, and absolutely everything else to do with how I'm putting it down. Please be good! Please be good! Please be good! It's like being on a friggin' tightrope.
Reading it afterwards...I'm dead inside. Even thinking about it freestyle does nothing for me. It's like I'm exorcising my fantasies. Although, given my first few attempts, that's probably a good thing.
Devil's Advocate
As a social media virgin, I don’t know what I’m doing. But in the first week or so, I have four friends so far.
I’ve heard it’s a good idea to limit your friends to only those you’ve met in person. But the nature of Lush, and the likelihood that anyone in my real life will ever know I’m here, I don’t think that’s going to work too well. Instead, I’ve been limiting it to other authors, as I’m here more for the writing than an e-ffair.
I like Dancing-Doll’s take on it though. Given my aspirations, I’ll be spending my next procrastination session trolling through the comments on my stories and reaching out. Strap yourselves in!
I’ve heard it’s a good idea to limit your friends to only those you’ve met in person. But the nature of Lush, and the likelihood that anyone in my real life will ever know I’m here, I don’t think that’s going to work too well. Instead, I’ve been limiting it to other authors, as I’m here more for the writing than an e-ffair.
I like Dancing-Doll’s take on it though. Given my aspirations, I’ll be spending my next procrastination session trolling through the comments on my stories and reaching out. Strap yourselves in!