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
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Just found a brand new show to binge watch (binge watching to me means 1-2 a night, sadly): Silicon Valley. On HBO. INCREDIBLY fucking funny. About to log into it right...NOW,
John Denver I was in a nightclub in Denver (where I lived at the time) a few weeks after he died. Between sets, one of his songs came on. The entire crowd sang along. It was very cool, and very moving.As for me: Jerry Garcia.
Mine are stillVerbalStephanieMagicalFelix OMG! Three people mentioned me in one day! I don't think I've been mentioned three times in the entire rest of the thread.And come on, be honest, the only reason you mentioned me is because Today My Name is Caprice has candy in it.Seriously. Thank you.
There are many authors here I love to read, but the names that immediately spring to mind areAvrg(should say Awsm)BlkGrl, laylaJune, Verbal, Green_man and Mysteria27 Thanks, P. It really is a thrill to be mentioned in the ranks of the best here. I appreciate it.
Did I say this before? If so, apologies.Verbal. He's now on my list of must-reads. That is VERY sweet of you to say. Thank you.
Love and Anarchy
I am back in the game. Bring it.
She is goovil.
Sadly, I could fill entire pages here with the stupid little things I do.I will mention only one more (today): whenever I put a flash drive into the USB port I always end up trying at least 3 times. First time, won't fit, flip it over and it still doesn't fit, flip it again and you realize you were right the first time.
I always, without fail, try to put the short end of the fitted sheet on the long side. I don't know why but I can never pick the right corner until I'm trying to put the second corner on and it's too short. Every damn time. I DO THAT TOO!
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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His primary fantasy about her was so unlike most of his fantasies. No consuming first kiss, no thrashing sex, no moonlit walk, no impassioned all-night conversation. It was so simple. He wanted to walk up gently behind her, lift the hair from the back of her collar, inhale the scent of her hair before kissing her on the neck. That’s all. He didn’t know why it was different from...
Added 28 Apr 2016 | Category Flash Erotica
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He watched her as she stood at the far side of the bed, taking off her jewelry, piece by piece. Rings first, twisted gently off her fingers and set on the end table. Her bracelets next. Then her necklace, revealing a feverish curve of neck to him as she reached back for the clasp. He loved watching her take off her jewelry. She did it so carefully, so mindfully. He thought, how demure. ...
Added 25 Apr 2016 | Category Flash Erotica
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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 enters the coffee shop at two minutes until two. He enters this same shop at the same time every Thursday afternoon. Sometimes if he’s early he’ll walk around the block, or sit at the bus stop bench and read, until it is time. He is never late. Those are the rules. The coffee shop is crowded, as is the street outside, midtown Manhattan in the afternoon on display through floor to...
Added 27 May 2015 | Category Exhibitionism
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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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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...
Added 14 Jan 2015 | Category Exhibitionism
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They see each other from across the club and immediately, instinctively, wordlessly know what is going to...
Added 03 Apr 2015 | Category Exhibitionism
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His dress shirt was missing the top two buttons. After he left, she kept the shirt hanging in the back of the closet, where no one else could see it. No one but her. He had left the shirt behind because of the missing buttons. One of their first nights together she had straddled him, loosed his tie, and then ripped his shirt open, the buttons popping off as she bit his chest. He rolled...
Added 19 Apr 2016 | Category Flash Erotica
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