About sprite

i write. Okay, Nicola pointed out that my profile sucks ass, so... Hi, i'm sprite. i write, mostly erotica, but other stuff as well. i'm also a story mod here at Lush. away from Lush, let's see... i'm married to a wonderful woman. we live in the Pacific Northwest with our two furry children. I do volunteer work at a local LGBT center. i am going back to school in June to pursue a career in social work. i'm a bit of hippy girl at heart, a fairy girl, a rave girl as well, and, of course, a kitty girl (hi Laura!). i work out at the gym, and play casual pick up basketball. i do some mixed martial arts - nothing fancy, tai chi and kung fu, mostly. learning to box. i grew up in the hood in Oakland, if that means anything to anyone, so i can be a little rough around the edges at time, but i'm usually pretty nice and friendly here.

there. hopefully that will get her off my back.

Rachel O
Relationship Status:
Married to nicola
writing, music, movies, cats, day dreaming.
Favorite Books:
a wide variety, from comix to historical novels, to fantasy, to non-fiction.
Favorite Authors:
Dancing Doll, Liz, Dirty D, ChrissieLecker, Ravenstar, Stephanie, Jaymal, Abi Thornton
Favorite Movies:
Tangled & Frozon - pretty much anything by Disney or Pixar
Favourite TV Shows:
Elementary, GoT, Orphan Black, Daredevil.
Favorite Music:
a little bit of everything.
Date Joined:
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Stories Published By sprite

“Spank me.” I can hear my own voice quiver with an insatiable need as I whisper, breathless, my fingers curling into fists. I wince, my nails pressing into the palms of my hands so hard, leaving little red-pink crescents in my flesh. I know this, without looking. It’s not the first time the need in me has been so strong. Insatiable. That’s the word you love to tease me with. Your...

Added 31 May 2015 | Category Spanking | Votes 36 | Avg Score 4.94 | Views 8,808 | 26 Comments

Oakland X Revisited

Black girl, brown girl, white girl…   A tattoo of rain on the window pane A military drum, fitting in its way You wouldn’t recognize me, Oakland Brass buttons and polished boots The eyes of a soldier Cold and hard No longer the naked warrior, spear held high Face painted bright Challenging the heavens Full of laughter and love. Last night I watched you burn ...

Added 08 May 2015 | Category Love Poems | Votes 30 | Avg Score 5 | Views 542 | 26 Comments

Editor's Pick Skittles

The name’s Chase. Franklin Roosevelt Chase. I’m a private Dick in Pratchett or Fairyville as the locals call it. It’s not a profession for someone who’s averse to getting a little dirt on them. Suits me perfectly. It doesn’t pay well, but it puts enough change in my pocket to keep my vices going; drinking to excess, losing at cards, and pissing off good looking dames. Today I was on a roll....

Added 07 Apr 2015 | Category Hardcore | Votes 45 | Avg Score 5 | Views 10,240 | 39 Comments

A Boat Beneath The Darkening Sky: 2 Alice

I awoke with a sudden intake of breath, startled out of my sleep by the sound of someone, or something, tapping at the window pane. Funny. I’d slept through nights of Joey listening to Retox at full tilt, but that was back in London where our flat looked out on King’s Cross. Here, where the silence was so deep it could swallow you whole, the slightest sound, apparently, carried. Suddenly on...

Added 11 Mar 2015 | Category Novels | Votes 25 | Avg Score 4.91 | Views 1,770 | 21 Comments

Recommended Read The Rake

She fled as the clock struck one  An hour late, disguises done,  Leaving behind, not a slipper or shoe But a bound prince sitting in the loo. You see, it was the princess upon whom she’d set her sights; Ginger haired beauty in gossamer tights That now lay discarded at the foot of the bed The beauty asleep, unaware that she’d fled. She giggled as she took the steps two at a time ...

Added 22 Feb 2015 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 35 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,577 | 29 Comments

Recommended Read A Boat Beneath the Darkening Sky: 1. The Cottage by the Wood

The house looked little like my memories. I’d expected to find a sprawling mansion rather than a rather ordinary sized cottage. That said, there was a quaintness about it, not surprising as it was nestled away on the edge of a secluded wood some many hours north of London. Grandmother had always been a bit… well, eccentric. Victoria thought she was crazy. Then, again, my posh and proper...

Added 11 Feb 2015 | Category Novels | Votes 19 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,773 | 15 Comments

Recommended Read Ice

Stalingrad, December 25, 1942. Winter blankets everything, turning the landscape bizarrely beautiful. If you look carefully, you can make out shapes under the hoarfrost and snow. Burned out tanks and piles of brick and steel that were once buildings litter the frozen battlefield that was once home to over 400,000 Russian men, women, and children. Now the corpses outnumber the living. You...

Added 21 Jan 2015 | Category Love Stories | Votes 80 | Avg Score 4.93 | Views 2,405 | 60 Comments

Editor's Pick Would You Like Ketchup With That?

She had the sweetest voice. Cheerful and friendly; not the kind that’s drilled into you by managers, but sincere sounding. It’s hard to tell by a voice, but I guessed her to be young, probably college age, since the university was just down the street. “Fries, please. And a diet pepsi.” I smiled as she repeated it back, putting a little pop into the ‘p’s. “Will there be anything...

Added 21 Aug 2014 | Category Voyeur | Votes 130 | Avg Score 5 | Views 45,954 | 102 Comments

Editor's Pick Paris in Flames

The first time I saw her was at a small Parisian bistro, walking distance from the Louvre. Le Petit Flore on Rue Croix des Petits Champs, a favorite of mine. Unpretentious and inexpensive. The day had been moody, despite being the first day of summer. It was, in fact, that moodiness which first drew me to her, the sun suddenly bursting from the clouds, illuminating her, setting her...

Added 30 May 2011 | Category Straight Sex | Votes 127 | Avg Score 4.99 | Views 100,301 | 49 Comments

Editor's Pick Blondie's Christmas Tale

The lullaby of 24th street haunted my steps. A far off siren heralding yet another robbery gone bad. Laughter fueled by too much liquor and swearing fed by frustration. Voices raised in anger, seething with barely contained violence. The sound of a bottle shattering into a billion pieces on the side walk across the street. Hip hop or RnB exploding from a bar every time the door opened....

Added 29 Oct 2013 | Category Group Sex | Votes 75 | Avg Score 4.99 | Views 34,359 | 48 Comments

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Posted: 29 Jul 2015 17:45
NEVER NEVER NEVER trust a bunny hat that doesn't have at least one bent ear. If they are not bent, they are not for you. 😉

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I like Sprite, she's nice and soft,
We cuddle and have a smoochy.
And if I read her dirty poems,
She lets me fiddle with her coochie.

Posted: 26 Jul 2015 18:33
Please don't do this with Cleo el Gato... we need more poetry!

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thanks nice seeing you again ^^v

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Hugs to you my friend!
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Told you you were my lucky charm

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This is a glass flower. It turns clear when it rains. Thought something this beautiful deserves to be on your wall.

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