I am a single Dad, raising two teenage daughters. I like to read. I like to write. I spend way too much time staring at the night sky. And a little too much time watching baseball. Anything else you'd like to know, ask. I'm not exactly an open book, but I like to talk, and I like to listen. I value playfulness, in sex and in writing and in life. I am fond of light bondage, blindfolds, lingerie, toys. I love to tease. I have a serious thing about playing with pearls, I have no idea where it comes from, something to do with straddling the borderlands between classy and filthy. I do not cyber. I may flirt, and while I love to talk about sex, I love to talk about almost anything. Someone lovely, poised and graceful has entered my life. She is a gift, a poem, and all I desire. Respect that. I tend to go onto Lush for quick visits to check my email and timeline and look around the Forums. So if you BB me and I don't respond, or don't talk for very long, please don't take it personally. Write me an email and I will be happy to receive it, and to respond. I love email because it is so similar to writing letters, back in the day. My kids say only old people email anymore. They are probably right. The avatar is David Foster Wallace, one of my favorite writers. His best book, Infinite Jest, is an overwritten, self-indulgent mess, and being kind of a self-indulgent mess myself, I can relate. “A little talent is a good thing to have if you want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every scar.”— Stephen King"Every love story is a ghost story." - David Foster Wallace
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When I was a kid I had a pet monkey, bought out of Boy's Life (Boy Scout magazine) for $14.95. We had it for three months, then gave it to a pet shop. He was fun, but batshit crazy.I got thrown in jail in New Orleans during Mardi Gras. Got out the Monday before Fat Tuesday. It was kinda fun.I hitchhiked from Des Moines, IA to NYC via Canada, going over the Great Lakes. When I got to NYC I stayed there for 12 years.
Thanks Hannah for the the very kind promotion of my story and for using the word genius. I was sure you were talking about someone else, lol. It's a really good story, Gil. I LOVE the suitcase of cocktail umbrellas image.And Buz, I'm buying as long as you are drinking. I'll match you shot for shot. Barkeep, set us up, please. Name your poison, Buz.
May I suggest the 'Good Egg' award with gold lettering or is that just a little too old fashioned English? I called a girl a "good egg" back in college and she was HORRIBLY offended. I kept asking why and she finally told me that "eggs get laid" and when she was in high school a "good egg" meant you got laid a lot. I was mortified (I am easily mortified at the idea of offending someone). So I don't know if it means the same thing to everyone.
I didn't know there was a male version of cum tributes until now. Oh why did I click this thread!? My eyes!!! My eyes!!!
I only entered one comp (I'm too slow a writer to enter comps, I'd never be done by deadline), but I had THREE people help me on it, because I needed to cut a thousand words. Do I have to give back the award now? I understand the reason for the rule, but since it's pretty unpoliceable, it is more of a good faith thing, like Martigan said. I think using a second set of eyes to look for typos and grammar is reasonable, and shouldn't be a disqualifier.
I have, as my therapist says, "reframed" the situation, so that instead of missing my True Love, I am fondly revisiting memories of the last few days with her. And looking forward to next month's visit. Like they say, if life gives you lemons, make yourself a lemon and bourbon cocktail. Anyone else want one?IT'S DFW'S BIRTHDAY! I had no idea. Thanks, Hannah and Mike! In honor, a truly amazing video someone made from a commencement address he made quite a few years ago. It's deeply moving, and, as always with DFW, funny too. Take 9 minutes and watch it.That someone so warm and open and talented killed themselves haunts me nearly every day. https://www.youtube.com/embed/5tIk4IOOeco
lol - not even going there. i'm already putting up the walls for when i pick 'the wrong person' or i don't pick 'the right person'. i mean, my hate mail folder is already taking up an entire server all by it's self. We could have a badge for "Considered the wrong choice for Frabjous Award" Award
Frabjous also comes to mind! :) I think this is a great idea for a badge. And I like Frabjous! Callooh! Callay!Since it is kind of a whimsical award, perhaps it doesn't need to be the same every time. You could change the name every time! Or ask the winner what they'd like to call it. The winner gets to name the badge! That probably makes way too much work for Gav, a new badge to design every month. But I love the idea of a sort of randomly named badge showing up for people who are good citizens of the Lush community.
I love this question!Several feet. Probably farther than I am tall - let's say 6 feet. It's that 45 degree angle upward that will get you the most distance! I learned that from baseball!
a purring cat.
The man He waved his card key across the dull black matte of the hotel room door handle. The click of the disengaged lock broke the silence of the hallway like a gunshot. He pushed the door open wide. Possibilities lay open to him like a strip of empty road. He could smell her pussy before he even saw her. He kicked the door shut. The woman kneeled in front of him, bathed in...
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The woman The girl stood framed in the open doorway of the hotel room like a canvas on the wall of a gallery. The woman faced her from the other side of the entrance, still grasping the door handle, her mind awash with the possibilities that presented themselves in the form of this girl before her. It was impossible to take them all in. The woman reacted with a simple, “Thank you...
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She came like a thunderstorm, cried out and spilled forward with a breathy sob, bouncing down onto the carpet and flipping over in a single elegant motion. He fell back onto the floor in the opposite direction, his chest pounding, gasping for air. He let his leg lop over hers. For long moments they lay in the dark together, letting their breathing settle, their hearts slow. A gibbous moon...
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I am in the tastefully lit bathroom of a downtown nightclub, taking a picture of myself reflected in the wall of mirror in front of me. The sweater I am wearing is suggestively low-cut, but I center on my face. My sea blue eyes sparkle in the unnatural light. I had stepped out into the alley with some random guy to smoke a joint about an hour ago, so I am a little light-headed. I made out...
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He loomed over her, bottle of bourbon in his hand. He pulled the cork out of the bottle with his teeth. “That’s hot,” she said. “What’s hot?” “Pulling the cork out with your teeth. You look like a pirate.” “Arggg,” he said. He theatrically spit the cork out onto the floor. A giddy smile spread across her face. He took a slug and kept the liquor in his mouth and haphazardly dropped...
Added 03 May 2016 | Category Flash Erotica
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She was sad. It doesn’t matter why. It wasn't an overwhelming sadness. Lots of things make people sad. Life is sad sometimes. That's all. She awoke at five a.m., hours before she usually did. She could not go back to sleep, and did not try very hard. She called into the office and left a message telling them she was taking the day off. She dressed. She started walking across town to...
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He had been wanting to fuck her for three years. She was hot in the way Moms are hot. That sounds dismissive, but it wasn't, not to him. It was celebratory. She wasn't a twenty-something waif-thin hottie, she wasn’t a MILF, she wasn’t a model, she wasn’t a cartoonish divorcee on the prowl. She was just a single Mom, maybe a little prettier than the others, at least in his eyes. She had...
Added 18 Jul 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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I had been going out with Val for a few months. We had fun together and enjoyed each other’s company. We hadn’t discussed whether we were dating each other exclusively. We hadn’t said “I love you,” the charmed words that mark the boundary waters of a serious relationship. We saw each other most weekends, and occasionally during the week. Our sex was electric, and at the time the primary glue...
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. There was a before, and there was an after. For both of them. Meaning, an event had happened in each of their lives – not the same event, but different ones, at different times of their lives – and after that experience something in the world had changed, or something in themselves had changed. Perhaps both. The two tend to go hand in hand. It doesn’t matter what the event was....
Added 22 Aug 2016 | Category Straight Sex
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For Marta Words failed him. He maintained his cool while he stood in the cramped efficiency of his supervisor’s office, and in his supervisor’s supervisor’s office as well. He even kept it together while cleaning out his desk, as his coworkers stopped in one by one to say good-bye. His cubicle neighbor Neil came over and gave him a three-slaps-on-the-back man-hug and promised they’d catch...
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