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. Yes, the avatar is me.“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
Not following any authors
"Kneel," he said.
Can I just have a shot and a beer? or are we too fancy here now? The burrbin shots here are infused with a delicate cilantro and dill fusion. Smooth yet insouciant, with a caramel finish and flatulent veneer. You'll find the entire shot menu next to the ferns.
Not a free speech issue, it's not the government restricting her right to speak, it's entitled and intolerant protesters.Coulter is a racist, mean-spirited idiot. The easiest way to let people find that out is by letting her speak.
I am so lonesome I could cry I am sorry dear.***I am wondering how this damn story got to be 12 pages long. It was supposed to be a quickie.
I think you especially liked that it featured the word DESSICATED. <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/bootyshake.gif" alt="bootyshake">(Or dessicating. i forget. top poem either way.) Tell me again how you dessicate coconut. Tell me slooooowly....
I think this is the link to the story I referenced before. https://www.lushstories.com/stories/love-poems/just-a-so-so-poem-about-sex-love-and.aspxI'm not great at this stuff. <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/eusa_doh.gif" alt="d'oh!"> Wow. Honest and spare, and totally lacking in false sentiment. This is one of my favorites of the whole competition. Read. This.Gill's poem is wonderful too, btw. It made me a little misty. https://www.lushstories.com/stories/love-poems/passions-two-faces.aspxI'll have something strong enough to make me immune to further mistiness - damn emotions! I trip over then every time.
Cycling.Coffee or tea?
Here's a new one:It's called: The Limitations of an Online Relationship . It's just an old-fashioned cyber sex story. No intimidating sex acts and no yellow squash. It's utterly fictional and (I hope) utterly fun. It really is an excellent story.
I love candy stores.I love telescopes.I love baseball.
quite easily amused
The day they were married, that sunny day a red tailed hawk rode the air, beyond the dunes Beyond the hawk sailed the bright clouds, the daytime moon The man and woman returned to the dunes often Often they would see red tailed hawks beyond the dunes, riding the air One year they had a pair of daughters The next year they brought their daughters to the dunes the sun, the...
Added 23 Mar 2017 | Category Love Poems
The girl The kiss. Nothing but the kiss. The woman pouted her cum-smeared lips, opening them just enough to reveal the pink tip of her glistening tongue and the feverish promise of whatever waited beyond. The girl closed her eyes and opened herself to the woman and received a rush of body-hot cum between her lips as she felt the woman’s tongue slew into her mouth. The seawater...
Added 14 Mar 2017 | Category Lesbian
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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...
Added 13 Feb 2017 | Category Straight Sex
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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...
Added 29 Nov 2016 | Category Lesbian
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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...
Added 25 Mar 2016 | Category BDSM
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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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It was a moment as thin as a heartbeat. One moment plucked from an infinity of them, laced on the string of time like pearls. He pushed her to her knees onto the plush carpeted floor of the hotel room, her wrists bound behind her back with the duct tape they had bought from the clueless and vacantly smiling clerk at the hardware store downtown. He had duct taped her mouth too, but...
Added 31 May 2016 | Category Flash Erotica
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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...
Added 20 May 2016 | Category Flash Erotica
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The suggested attire for the business conference was “business casual.” They both dressed appropriately for the event, during business hours. After hours, they made their own choices of attire. He lay naked on the bed, his khaki pants neatly folded on the chair at the side, his polo shirt draped over it. She stood at the foot of the bed, wearing a modest beige skirt and matching blouse,...
Added 13 Jul 2016 | Category Flash Erotica
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