Chance encounter. I was at a Renaissance Faire and he was one of the knights fighting while I was watching. He got thrown and landed between legs, looking up my skirt. I would say that he was so charming that he charmed me right out of my panties, but I wasn't wearing any at the time.
No I haven't! I'm now taking applications
I'm having a salad, well it has fruit so a fruit salad, well only fruit, grapes, but they're liquefied...OK wine
with pale skin and ugly fiery red hair I tend to gravitate more towards greens, soft reds, or deep colors such as maroon and purples.
sometimes, but not often.
I've done it and it was incredibly hot and fun; in fact, so much so that I'll probably do it again. However, the term "spit roast" is so degrading. I prefer "two men servicing my pleasure".
I need to update. My now-boyfriend (I think) had the "Meet the parents" event over the weekend and bragged about it to my mother. So now my parent know all about it. They had no issues with it.
I'm sorry, I'm still new here. I noticed today 08-07-21 that there are myriad spam comments on all the recent stories. How do I report that and to whom do I report it?
Because my weapons of mass seduction should remained holstered until it is time to attack...
or mainly so I don't get slut-shamed in polite society. Whenever I can get away with it I forego that confining device of torture.
Only if he promises to squeeze my behind and hold me close while telling me all the things I want to hear.
I began with romanticized truth, concentrating on my feelings and how I recalled things. I quickly discovered that after a dozen or so stories published that I had run out of interesting things. Now I'm trying some fiction, struggling with it, but having fun doing so. Perhaps I'll write something really amazing and discover that my life imitates my art.
I have this really silly idea of parodying myself in a story as a vapid bimbo who is totally unaware of the sexual connotations of her words and actions. While I think that it would be lots of fun to satire myself, I'm concerned that some people might take offense at a main character that is reduced to the worst tropes and most banal stereotypes and not see the humor in it the way I do. What are your thoughts?
hmm. I'm not really concerned with penis size, either. It is the "Friend" in BFF that is important to me. some of my friends have bigger than I, some not. Unless we're sharing clothes it's never an issue.
I'm not really experienced enough to give a decent opinion, but I feel that it is your story, you're writing it because it is what you want to say, therefore it should be in the category of your choice. Nobody knows your innermost thoughts and feelings like yourself, so you should decide what category is the main bent, just as you choose the words of the story.
I first came here because my boss is a big fan of erotica and I work around literature. I was curious. I thought I'd try writing about some of my more torrid experiences and discovered that I enjoy writing. Now that I've found some fine friends here, I come here for the camaraderie, to learn and to hone my hobby, and for inspiration to break out of how boring I discovered I actually am.
I have, but it isn't usually something I plan out. If the pace, the emotions, the events, and everything else move me it has happened.
1. Yes, whenever i can
2. Oh Goddess NO!
3. Yes
I've recently had a taste of what real D/s BDSM actually is and the imagery of some volatile neanderthal lording over their cowering submissive and abusing them is the furthest thing from the reality that one could imagine. It was, for lack of better words (due to my inexperience) all about exploring the boundaries of myself and my sexuality and the feeling of losing control in a safe and controlled scenario. Although I was the one bound and "controlled" it was all within the limits I set and I had total freedom to change the intensity or to stop things if I wanted. As the others have intoned, there is a huge difference between exploration and consensual exchanging of power and outright abuse.
My true feeling were revealed to me at the least opportune moment and I realized that if I stayed in his orbit I'd suffocate him. I couldn't bear to do that so I ended it and literally ran away.
As of right now, today, this moment I need to modify my original response.
I am currently very depressed and the knowing architect of my own disaster. I also feel very bad for Dronette56 who had the immense displeasure of approving my writing.
I wrote because i was feeling depressed over what I did. It was, for me, a form of therapy. It helped somewhat. I can't say exactly how; but I feel better just getting my feelings out there.
With my recent experiences in mind I feel that I should modify my original response to include that I think that it also helps one to cope with any strong emotions; to put it into a more undertsandable perspective.
I point to the big, obvious sign written in bold, stand-out lettering and say, "Right over there." Then, later, I circle the "X" on the receipt and point out that they need to sign right where the receipt says "signature".
Nice, with a hint of outgoing delight and a wicked, barely-controlled naughty side that comes out as playfulness to most but simmers just beneath the surface.
Low-hanging fruit time!
If your luck is anything like mine, it doesn't matter how small and tight you are, it seems cavernous to most guys! (sorry guys, no offense meant! I'm just in a playful mood today)
Thank you so much!
While very different in execution than what you described, Skald, the spirit and sense of choice & consent was exactly the same. Having now gone through my first taste of this particular breed of playing, I must say that it was an extremely erotic and positive experience. There's a certain sense of emotional freedom in being "made" to do things that i really wanted to do in the first place. It is difficult to explain.
Ex-boyfriend, and one of the many reasons he's an ex, thought that it was demented,perverse, shameful, and that I should not be doing it.
Current lover, "That's awesome, you write so well! Keep doing it if you enjoy it, don't let anyone stop you."
My family, I doubt, would care at all, but it isn't like I've called my mother to tell her about it, either.
I must be the odd one out!
I love the slow, relaxed, sensual, soul-bonding of making love; I adore the urgency and physical mutual pleasures of sex; I cherish the animalistic, primal energy of being fucked. making sweet and tender love is as exhilarating to me as being pounded hard, deep, and fast into sweet oblivion.
