The stories started about sex, then they kind of developed into stories about emotion damn it!! I love writing and think I have a good understanding of sex so am combining the two. I have to stop being afraid of who I am.
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Aww thank you guy.. and SF.. yikes.. You make me feel warm and fuzzy.x
You'd be amazed at what you can get two guys to do to each other when high! <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/3some.gif" alt="3some">
I am not perfect by any stretch of the imagination.. However.. I'm okay! and I have certain qualities, qualities you would imagine to be helpful in the quest for love.. but.. I dunno.. it eludes me endlessly.. Maybe I know too much! :-"
maybe they know and just don't want to admit it? *giggles* i love the sign up on your wall next to it. :) also the fact that you have a dedicated fisting chair is awesome! Well.. if you're gonna do something, do it properly, I say. :-"
http://upload.lushstories.com/141271729-2013-06-27 11.37.09.jpg This is my "Fisting chair" nobody in my family has questioned why I have a chair on the dining table! weird!
We, as writers are not afraid of what is in our minds.. it's liberating... it's brave.. to delve in.. and even braver and even more liberating.. to take what's there.. and create something we call writing.. The small minded that aren't really among us.. merely alongside us.. can screw themselves and wank over the Sharon Stone clip for eternity...
I'm guessing the pitchfork would be involved somehow! :)
I think not! :)
Kitty supposed she'd been good lately. It had been months since she'd bitten or even felt the desire to snap at one of her master's friends. Recently he'd unbound her hands, apparently no longer seeing her long nails as a threat. Lucy (Kitty to her master and his friends) hadn't analysed the reason for her good behaviour too much, afraid that she might discover the reason and dislike it. ...
Added 05 May 2015 | Category BDSM
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"Come here you dirty little slut!" I didn't think I'd been beckoned in a worse way, and though the vile manner in which I was spoken to, caused a rush of juices to pool inside my lower lips, my arousal was still a secret. "Fuck you!" I said and turned my head back to my laptop. In my head, my wise voice, the one who always gets an opinion, but rarely makes any real difference, spoke...
Added 22 Apr 2015 | Category Straight Sex
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My Gift of Me I love you. I hate the L word. I avoid it at all costs. People recycle it, over and over until the quality is diminished and it’s unrecognisable. I bet the person who invented the word to describe the indescribable, rues the very day that he or she shared that word with the rest of the world. You have to go a very long time without love to really truly know what it is to...
Added 09 Apr 2015 | Category Hardcore
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He loves how she saves, a special smile, just for him. How she never plans a thing, lives life on a whim. How she is bold mostly, but at other times shy, how she always stares curiously but only sometimes, asks "Why?" He watches as she overthinks, and listens as she sings, laughs as she stumbles, and makes a mess of things. He adores how she touches him, like she's never...
Added 14 Nov 2014 | Category Love Poems
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I miss you. Like a solar-powered dancing flower misses the sunlight. What else can that poor flower do except dance? I miss you like a wind-chime as still as a coma, waiting for a late summer breeze to awaken it from its trance. I miss you Like a printer misses the ink cartridge which dried up, and was never replaced. What can a poor printer do if not print? I miss you like a...
Added 24 Aug 2014 | Category Love Poems
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Don't let yourself. Don't let yourself fall. Somebody somewhere makes notes of it all. When we are weak and when we are strong, When we make fools of ourselves for that one thing we long. There's nothing in textbooks, and nothing online. To tell us how, we can stay on cloud nine. I wish I could rewind with what I know now. Then I'd love you much quieter, but still never tell. ...
Added 20 Jun 2014 | Category Love Poems
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One thousand words cannot tell him what her smile, the one she saves just for him, tells him when they share a moment. One thousand kisses cannot show him how much she loves the feel of his soft lips and hot breath on her daily, without ration. One thousand touches of her hand, her fingertips on his, cannot touch him the way her desire for him does. One thousand easy ways to show you...
Added 22 Feb 2014 | Category Love Poems
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I want you to do very bad things to me. Bad things that feel very good. Bad things that sometimes cause you to question the moral fibres of your being. Bad things with your hands, like say slap my face or my hairless aching need, use my peachy arse, which if allowed a voice, would deafen you with it's incessant begging for violation. Might you look at me with an adoration that I only know in...
Added 10 Jul 2013 | Category Hardcore
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“Didn’t the earth move for you?” he asked with humour in his tone. “Yes, oh yes!” she mocked, and planted a kiss she hoped would finalise whatever this was turning into, whatever this new thing was, that had begun to surface every time they had sex. The questions. The last time, he had asked what he might do to please her more. She had seriously considered his question but had genuinely...
Added 09 Nov 2012 | Category Exhibitionism
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“I trust you’re going to be a good kitty whilst I’m at work!” he says as he slams shut the door to my cage and secures it with a heavy duty padlock. “Meowwww” I mock and add a wink for which I earn a scornful look, and then my master is gone, and as the front door closes, the scent of his aftershave lingers in the air to torment me. “How am I supposed to be anything but good!” I state...
Added 22 Dec 2011 | Category BDSM
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