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. I have returned to my default avatar, David Foster Wallace, who I am close to in temperament (though sadly not in talent). I have a bit of a man-crush on him. “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
Orange is the New Black. Slooooooowly rationing out the new season 4 episodes. Watching e8 tonight.
I take Hera's four fingers and raise her one. Five fingers of paint remover or NyQuil or fermented aquarium water, or whatever else you might have handy.
An endlessly kind friend I haven't connected with in awhile....
Please puke in my car Please, may I clean up the puke in your car?
The Geography of Wonderland 101
The Battle Hymn of the Republic
ive had a tattoo removed not for the sake of removing a tattoo ;) I have no idea what that could possibly mean.... I have told a friend, in all seriousness, that when I die I want him to deliver my eulogy wearing a Mr. Met suit. https://upload.lushstories.com/715611213-Mr_met_full_photo.jpg
mudita - the unselfish joy that arises from seeing the good fortune of others
Sometimes I wonder why all the cats sleep in my room.
It was a no frills fuck. No toys, no lingerie, no roleplay, no power exchange. They had exchanged a look in the car, a longer look in the hotel lobby, and in the elevator a fiery exchange of eye contact so incendiary if that old lady with the dog had not been standing behind them they would have started fucking right there. It was a no frills fuck, and it didn’t last long. She walked into...
Added 29 Aug 2016 | Category Flash Erotica
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Please note: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. 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...
Added 22 Aug 2016 | Category Straight Sex
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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 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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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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They were on the telephone, both of them in their own beds, lights off, faces lit by the glow of their laptop screens. They were shopping on Amazon together. This on-line shopping trip had been necessitated by actions of the previous weekend, when he had ripped apart a treasured and rather expensive corset of hers while they were fucking. The initial buy, a half dozen pair of cheap...
Added 22 Jul 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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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...
Added 30 May 2014 | Category Exhibitionism
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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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