I don't like it when I slave over a story, getting it taut and exciting, polishing it endlessly to remove superflous details, honing it to a nice shine and then pinging it in for the Mighty Mods to chew over.
Low and behold, when it finally emerges, what is the first comment that's invariably tacked underneath? "Hey, really hot story! Can't wait to read Episode 2!"
Drrrrgh!
This one is for UK members - and especially those who travel on London's metro (aka The Underground).
A deserted carriage on the London Underground's Central Line, somewhere between Mile End and Stratford (I think I came just before the train pulled into Stratford Station!).
Why wasn't champagne offered as an option?
"...munching on Brillo pads..." is a bit harsh. I view it more as going down to explore the delights to be found in a dense jungle of fragrant undergrowth.
You never know what you'll come across (ooops...sorry!).
As a common courtesy, I would always look at a fellow Lush member's Profile before sending them a Friends request...however...
however... I make it a policy NEVER to check out somebody's Profile before approaching them in a Chat Room.
To liven the Forum up, in this Yuletide run-up, how about a competition (sorry, folks, there are no prizes)? This is the deal. A wealthy friend has invited you to a New Year's Eve Fancy Dress Party. And the invitation makes it pretty clear that it's an orgy.
You are told that you must attend disguised as a glamorous historical or fictional character. Anyone, in fact, from Marie Antoinette to Cinderella; or Abraham Lincoln to Zorro. But no living celebs (sorry all you George Clooney lovers!).
Right, so here's the competition bit. Once at this sumptuous candle-lit venue, with the champagne and caviar flowing freely to loosen your libido, who would you make a bee-line for - assuming that there was a better than 50:50 chance of taking them upstairs to a beautiful boudoir, to spend the night together?
Would it be Snow White? Or maybe Superman? Even JFK perhaps? Answers below.
"...much greater and more pleasurable..." I'll drink to that! Love it and only wish I'd discovered it years ago!
Didn't Marianne Faithful manage both?
The divine Mariana Cordoba.
I never thought I'd read these words but 'Yes', you can - and I do.
'Ballad of a Thin Man' from Bob Dylan's Highway 61 Revisited. How EVER many times I listen to it!
Yes indeed! I love it! It's one of the most intimate things you can do for a woman. And if you include giving her pussy a good tongue-licking into the bargain, it makes it doubly-exciting for both of you.
'Bell, Book and Candle' (I thought you'd never ask!)
In the bath tub, after a long slow relaxing soak; or late at night in bed, as a wonderful sedative.
Funny you should ask...I just finished! Mmmmmmmmmmmmm
You bet! And I'd ask if I could join in too.
The powder blue Sunbeam Alpine convertible, from 'To Catch a Thief'. Not only because it was a beautiful British-built sports car, but because every time I see one in a clasic cars show, I think of the line which Hitchcock made Cary Grant deliver to the virginal Grace Kelly, as he opened their picnic hamper and removed a whole cold chicken: "Breast or leg?"
Bulle Ogier (Google her, she's still amazingly beautiful).
I recently watched again her movie La Maitresse, the ultimate BDSM movie, which was banned everywhere when it first came out (it's OK, you can get it now, uncut on DVD).
This is the film which concludes with the amazing car drive - I think its in a Merc convertible - with her sitting on driver Gerard Depadieu's lap while they make love. And judging by the looks on both their faces, they really ARE doing it! The scene can be found on You Tube, I think.
Agree with Lady Mysteria: it's great with that special cyber lover. Also, it's exciting when it's 'conversational' in its flow (which means being quite adept on the keyboard), as opposed to grunts and moans.
Agree with Poppet.
I have an unquenchionable (OK, Doctor, obsessive) urge to look at women's bottoms.
All sizes, all shapes, all ages. I just adore imagining those orbs (petite and firm or voluminous and wobbly) lurking there, below the dress fabric (I do some of my favourite butt-watching in supermarket aisles!)
Kim Kardashian. I really don't see how a person achieves global celebrity status, simply by being able to balance a tray and an opened bottle of champagne on her ample posterior.
'Make you feel my love'. Adele's fabulous cover of the Bob Dylan song (from his album 'Time Out Of Mind'), which she memorably performed at London's Royal Albert Hall.
God, that woman has got TASTE!
There's one in particular that I'd simply adore to meet (and I think she knows it)!
I most CERTAINLY would! And I'm sitting here waiting for her to ask me!