Hard

Decisions

Never gonna - Rick astley... Sorry

For making a raft of course... Heaven knows what lewd things you're imagining.

More so with longer stories but for me it's a lack of conflict/challenge, the sex might be written well, it might even be amazing, but I want to see a couple overcome something and grow along the way.

If nothing has changed by the time the couple are worn out cuddling in bed, then the story feels more like a simple sex scene within something bigger. And I want to see the rest of it, when I don't it can almost feel like I've been cheated.

Granted in dreadful at this myself, especially when I've grown to like the characters when writing. Becomes a little hard to put them through difficult times.

But, what I happen to dislike, someone else is bound to love.

I wouldn't say it heightens the experience as such, but it can set the tone and expectation. My memory is bad enough at the best of times though, so I've probably forgot the picture after a couple paragraphs.

Having said that I do enjoy coming up with cover art, though I try to find picture that imply a mood rather than depicting the character. For example, I once wrote a story about a Christian girl exploring her sexuality for the first time, and the cover art is just a hand picking an apple from a tree. The idea being that it's a reference to the forbidden fruit (some think is allegory for sex) and hopeful set the tone for the story.

Only time it would be negative for me is it it is especially grotesque, which likely won't get approved, or if simply shows the story is about something I'm not interested in. But of course, that doesn't mean the next person will be uninterested.

Imaging Rob trying to look up Heidi's skirt

Okay, let's not panic as long as we have a crop I'm sure we will be fine.

Mischievously

Thorough

Two out of three ain't bad - Meatloaf

When Paige showed up Rob began to drool

Clearly forgetting girlpile's golden rule

Crap! With all the noise you made last night with your orgasms, you've scared everyone off again. As punishment, it's back to bed with you; I'll fetch the chocolate to pick off you 😇

Once I've finished off editing a story, I'll be focusing on two larger projects.

Both are series. One of them is a fantasy story, with all the weirdness you would expect within that genre, that I'm really excited to write. So far it's looking to be around six or so parts, but it might grow beyond that.

Alongside that will be another new series, based on an university art student lusting after her teacher and the highly unprofessional (and hopefully steamy) relationship the two develop. At the moment that one is a more open ended series and I suspect it might keep me busy for quite a while.
Other than those two series, I'm sure there will be a bunch of short, pervy stories that'll I do in between the various parts. Hopefully you'll find something you like.

I once met a lady professor

Who was quite a sensual dresser

Hidden under her desk

Quote by lynnwitt

I am afraid that my first thought WASN'T a Lush Gold membership since I just never know in what Heidi and Sarah may be engaging................. 😊

Just because I call her strappy Miss Goldy doesn't mean anything

Like others have said before, names generally have stereotypes associated to them. Whether that is relating to someone's age (when was the last time you spoke to a 18 year old Milred?) or ethnic/nationality. For example Themba will be extremely common in some parts of Africa, but a ginger Scot - who's never seen the sun in his life - will likely have a different name. Ignoring those sort of stereotypes can create an unnecessary barrier for the reader and break the immersion leading them to putting the story down.

Something that can be interesting is using a name which has a meaning behind it as an easter egg for those who either look into it or simply know. For example Faye means loyality and might be a nice name for a submissive character within a BDSM story.

But as long as the name seems to fit the character and 'sounds nice' to read, I generally don't fuss too much about it.

Sympathy for the Devil - Rolling Stones

A kiss was all it took.
.
Blindfolded and bound I waited for you.
.
Your tongue searched for it's next prey.

Roses are red
The pile grows more
Yet rob remains excluded
Listening from the door

.
Daydreams of parties
Filling my mind
Tempting me to sin
Caught in a lustful bind

Roses are red
The Pile yet grows
With Rebecca now here
Inhibitions to dispose

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I have my rope ready
And for her am waiting
To bind wrists and ankles
Our lust ne'er abating

.

With so many now
A new game I'll show
Called, Who's pussy is that
Only tongue can know

Roses are red
The cock which I like
Is Coq au Vin; preferably off the belly
Of another sexy dike

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But thanks for reminding me
That I had another tale
Of Heidi humping a tree
and giving off a big ol' wail

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At the next girl-pile meeting
We will decide thy fate
Perhaps Lynn will tie you up
For Rob on a plate?

Sarah is now a golden member holder

A status that has made her grow bolder

Is it boldness or sass

Or maybe just a red ass

Quote by heidi

Roses are red

Sarah sucked cock for gold

Some say, no but that is

What I was told

🤣

Such slanderous claims! Lol

Roses are red

You filthy little slut

Watching me from afar

Heart consumed with smut.

.

I remember that night well

When I cried out shamelessly

Begging for more, 'tis true. But that night-

Your moans had followed just as hastily.

I know a reporter named Kent

Who took Jimmy Olsen where're he went

Saving the fearful from distress

Roses are red
On the hill, I'll tell.
A dark tale to remember;
The mystery to dispel.
.

For the villagers do speak
In hushed tones of fear
About those hunting sounds
That at night rings clear.
.

Some say it's a banshee.
Fools say it's imagination.
But I'll reveal the truth,
And end false accusations.
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For with my own eyes I saw
Where those noises do spawn
Upon the hill lies a cave,
And within a scene was drawn.
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But before I reveal
A question I ask of thee
When did we last read,
A poem from Dasiy or Dee?
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This question perplexed me.
Were they simply busy,
Or doing something else
That left them both a lil' bit dizzy?
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For what I witnessed in that cave
Were two sirens of beauty
Arguing whose turn it was
To have a cane across the booty
.

For hours and hours
They spanked and they bit.
Ravaging each other
And suckling the tit.
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From within the cave did roar
Enviable orgasms, not a few
No wonder they haven't written;
They are too busy having a screw.
***

Love you both, but get your butts writing
xoxo

Of sex she had never enough

So she liked to go 'round in the buff

With titties a-jiggling

And pussies soon tingling

Quote by dlcalguy

Roses are red
In a quiet voice
I'll tell you that 'witches'
Was second choice.

But 'lovely friends' doesn't rhyme... And you have the audacity to call me a noob.

Roses are red
The time has finally come
For Rob to join the Pile
Receiving pleasure 'til he's all numb

 .

We will put him to the test
To see if he can make us moan
Wishing we were Lesbians no more
Perhaps we'll grant him a throne

 .

While we tease out his secrets
With delicate hands on his jewels
And tongues lapping his bone
Oh wait; I forgot, this is simply an April Fools.

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Couldn't resist

Poor Janet was feeling forlorn

For sex she had wholly foresworn

Until Randy Roy

Brought her a toy

Within a golden field as the dawn sun rises

As she thinks back on last nights surprises

When Heidi was locked in chastity