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
I've just finished Brave New World , Aldous Huxley. I'm now back onto Atonement , Ian McEwan I loved Atonement. Anything I've read by McEwan, actually.I am reading Moon Up, Past Full, a collection of stories by Eric Shonkwiler, a friend of mine whose literary career is beginning to take off (it's very exciting, and I am a little relieved to find I am not envious of his success, merely happy).
Buy one. Or ask for one. That's pretty much it. Not a huge fan.What would you do for an ice cream sandwich made of two homemade chocolate chip cookies with a gob of strawberry ice cream between them?
I am cool with my latest RR getting voted a 1. But I wish they'd take the time to say why. And have the balls to identify themselves.
If red ink can be used on signatures on legal documents.EDIT: It can! Whew. Damned color-blindness.
I am missing LaylaJune's presence in the Forums. :(
I AM overthinking. I am unable to offer you any advice, as that is my constant condition too (I will offer empathy).
I understand the need for the rule, so you can't turn a competition winner into a totally different story after the fact. I just want to make some final tune-ups.I sent Nicola an email about it. Thanks, Liz! And sorry for accidentally posting this thread twice.
It says I'm not allowed to for 12 months. :(
It won't let me.
We can't edit our competition winning stories for 12 months? Can we go in and do minor edits (I'm being anal, I know)?
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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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 walked across the crowded motel lobby in a snug red sweater, a short frilly skirt, and no panties whatsoever. Those she brushed past on the way to the elevator could have no way of knowing she was panty-less, but he still enjoyed entertaining the notion that all the men and women in the lobby knew she was naked under her skirt: the pudgy middle-aged businessmen in travel-worn suits, the...
Added 16 May 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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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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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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