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The road to Hell is paved with good intentions...
doing my best to be good..
English Rose
"Then I said something that just felt so right and natural, "I love you"."
This is from my story "Allison".
This is from my story "Allison".
https://www.lushstories.com/stories/fetish/worship-my-bum.aspx
My new story has been awarded the Recommended Read. If you adore a needy bottom and fancy a short, but very naughty read...
My new story has been awarded the Recommended Read. If you adore a needy bottom and fancy a short, but very naughty read...
Active Ink Slinger
"I squirted"
I laughed when I wrote it, and is the only line I've written that's garnered any comments, so I guess it had the desired effect.
I laughed when I wrote it, and is the only line I've written that's garnered any comments, so I guess it had the desired effect.
Testing The Waters.
Always one of my favorites, from "Ghost of a Chance":
Don't mind the ectosplooge, it vanishes in sunlight.
And from a humor series I haven't decided whether I'm going to post yet, "LST3K Ep. 06: Witch Season":
Beware the fun-sized Snickers bars of Lucifer!
Don't mind the ectosplooge, it vanishes in sunlight.
And from a humor series I haven't decided whether I'm going to post yet, "LST3K Ep. 06: Witch Season":
Beware the fun-sized Snickers bars of Lucifer!
Good Will ---|--- You Serious?
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"There is a God and He's a chef in Malibu."
Internet Philosopher
This is just one of many really. From a gay male story, A different Kind of First Time
http://www.lushstories.com/stories/gay-male/a-different-kind-of-first-time.aspx
"I was a man but just barely. To Keith, I was a prize. A virgin, ready to plucked and devoured like a sweet grape."
and from the same.
"I knew where this was leading and a small part of me was angered that I had allowed myself to be so used, but it was a small voice in the torrent of my excitement and it quickly became lost in the howling wind of my desire. "
http://www.lushstories.com/stories/gay-male/a-different-kind-of-first-time.aspx
"I was a man but just barely. To Keith, I was a prize. A virgin, ready to plucked and devoured like a sweet grape."
and from the same.
"I knew where this was leading and a small part of me was angered that I had allowed myself to be so used, but it was a small voice in the torrent of my excitement and it quickly became lost in the howling wind of my desire. "
Sophisticate
It was one of those perfect June days that we wait for all winter. The sun was warm, the sky a clear and intense blue without a cloud in sight. It felt like slipping into a warm bath rather than the sauna that the heat and humidity of August would bring.
From "Stacey's Choice".
From "Stacey's Choice".
Active Ink Slinger
This thread is a real treat.
The request was for favorite line you've written. My favorite lines are all by other writers, but recently I actually had to smile at my own words. My sense of humor is beyond dry. From a forthcoming Chapter in the Power series:
"Freedom to swing has to include freedom not to swing. Chacun son goût.”
“Gesundheit,” I replied.
The request was for favorite line you've written. My favorite lines are all by other writers, but recently I actually had to smile at my own words. My sense of humor is beyond dry. From a forthcoming Chapter in the Power series:
"Freedom to swing has to include freedom not to swing. Chacun son goût.”
“Gesundheit,” I replied.
Cocolicious
I don't know if I have a favorite, but this is one that I like.
"Her command of my pussy was unbelievable; if oral sex was an art she'd be Picasso and my body was to become an award winning masterpiece."
From The Swinger Confessions: Angela's Hunger
"Her command of my pussy was unbelievable; if oral sex was an art she'd be Picasso and my body was to become an award winning masterpiece."
From The Swinger Confessions: Angela's Hunger
Brown Sugar
I don't have one favorite. However, I had a bit of fun with alliteration in the poem "Reluctant Contemplation"...
Sublime sensations would remain suspended…
until your slapping sliding sucking
screwing would stiffen and stifle and succumb to your summit
shooting staccato streams of a soulful substance.
Sublime sensations would remain suspended…
until your slapping sliding sucking
screwing would stiffen and stifle and succumb to your summit
shooting staccato streams of a soulful substance.
To read on click here...
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Mine is, and I think always will be, the last line of the latest story. It means that I've finished.
I'm not for everyone
Untitled, as of yet.
This is the place, where you sacrifice to me, all the darkness you have stained your soul with.
This is the place, where you sacrifice to me, all the darkness you have stained your soul with.
A FRIGHTENING number of years ago, I was a singer in a rock band, we had a song I wrote called 'Railway Station' which contained the following lines:
"We can sit here on the platform, see the trains come in
We can watch the passengers and wonder where they've been.
You will wear your wedding dress but I won't ask you why
You'll lift your hands up in the air and Girl, you'll touch the sky..."
Now...
One night in some God-Forsaken town or other, I was cornered after coming off-stage by this guy who wanted to critically analyse these lyrics, particularly the wedding dress reference, and he proceeded to do this at GREAT length... (Apparently, he knew EXACTLY what I meant when I wrote it...)
I hadn't the heart to tell him that it (obviously) means nothing at all, I just needed a line with 13 stresses in it to match the tune/melody...
(And if you're REALLY anal, you can count the stresses in each line... There are 13 in each!)
xx Steph
"We can sit here on the platform, see the trains come in
We can watch the passengers and wonder where they've been.
You will wear your wedding dress but I won't ask you why
You'll lift your hands up in the air and Girl, you'll touch the sky..."
Now...
One night in some God-Forsaken town or other, I was cornered after coming off-stage by this guy who wanted to critically analyse these lyrics, particularly the wedding dress reference, and he proceeded to do this at GREAT length... (Apparently, he knew EXACTLY what I meant when I wrote it...)
I hadn't the heart to tell him that it (obviously) means nothing at all, I just needed a line with 13 stresses in it to match the tune/melody...
(And if you're REALLY anal, you can count the stresses in each line... There are 13 in each!)
xx Steph
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Quote by Possibly
I don't have one favorite. However, I had a bit of fun with alliteration in the poem "Reluctant Contemplation"...
Sublime sensations would remain suspended…
until your slapping sliding sucking
screwing would stiffen and stifle and succumb to your summit
shooting staccato streams of a soulful substance.
To read on click here...
I tried to have a bit of fun with alliteration with the following; They would not publish it and told me it was a joke and I should submit something worthy of being published haha.
Soft succulent sucking sounds
from fresh female fondling folds.
My mouth makes memories memorable,
softly sucking said fondling folds.
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But this is my favorite line:
Joe entered the room with his usual cocky flare. He always seems to feel like no matter how late he is that nothing happens until he gets there. He pisses me off big time.
Joe entered the room with his usual cocky flare. He always seems to feel like no matter how late he is that nothing happens until he gets there. He pisses me off big time.
Mazztastic
That was one of my favourites and possibly from my dirtiest story...
Punish Me No More
Brown Sugar
Quote by Puppy
I tried to have a bit of fun with alliteration with the following; They would not publish it and told me it was a joke and I should submit something worthy of being published haha.
Soft succulent sucking sounds
from fresh female fondling folds.
My mouth makes memories memorable,
softly sucking said fondling folds.
Keep trying Puppy. My first try was rejected AND deleted! Ha! Keep trying!
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"My green-eyed temptress has eyes that are ...
Pools of love laced with golden glitter."
from my early poem My Green-Eyed Temptress posted 28 Oct. 2012.
Pools of love laced with golden glitter."
from my early poem My Green-Eyed Temptress posted 28 Oct. 2012.
Story Verifier
I hated my predicament, but at the same time I was aware that, given another chance at tasting her perfect, youthful body, I would jump at it. She was a queen bee, and I was a simple worker.
From "Cordelia's Feet".
From "Cordelia's Feet".
Internet Philosopher
Quote by Possibly
I don't have one favorite. However, I had a bit of fun with alliteration in the poem "Reluctant Contemplation"...
Sublime sensations would remain suspended…
until your slapping sliding sucking
screwing would stiffen and stifle and succumb to your summit
shooting staccato streams of a soulful substance.
To read on click here...
That's really good. I love alliterative flow in my writing and often work it into my stories.
Internet Philosopher
From my latest story, My Last Morning With Melissa. (Link in my signature)
"She stood there before me, with only her black lacy bra and gossamer-like panties covering her modesty. Dark hair, mussed by my arousal, cascaded wildly over her shoulders and her dark eyes gleamed like embers in the night. Shyly, in that pause, her arms crossed over her perfectly formed breasts and she met my gaze with a look of timid surrender as she waited for whatever might come next."
"She stood there before me, with only her black lacy bra and gossamer-like panties covering her modesty. Dark hair, mussed by my arousal, cascaded wildly over her shoulders and her dark eyes gleamed like embers in the night. Shyly, in that pause, her arms crossed over her perfectly formed breasts and she met my gaze with a look of timid surrender as she waited for whatever might come next."
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Quote by stephanie
A FRIGHTENING number of years ago, I was a singer in a rock band, we had a song I wrote called 'Railway Station' which contained the following lines:
"We can sit here on the platform, see the trains come in
We can watch the passengers and wonder where they've been.
You will wear your wedding dress but I won't ask you why
You'll lift your hands up in the air and Girl, you'll touch the sky..."
Now...
One night in some God-Forsaken town or other, I was cornered after coming off-stage by this guy who wanted to critically analyse these lyrics, particularly the wedding dress reference, and he proceeded to do this at GREAT length... (Apparently, he knew EXACTLY what I meant when I wrote it...)
I hadn't the heart to tell him that it (obviously) means nothing at all, I just needed a line with 13 stresses in it to match the tune/melody...
(And if you're REALLY anal, you can count the stresses in each line... There are 13 in each!)
xx Steph
Sometimes the best meanings are the ones they find in themselves...
It was a great verse though. Makes me wish I hadn't trashed the lyrics I wrote when I was younger. Meh, they were crap anyway
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Quote by Possibly
I don't have one favorite. However, I had a bit of fun with alliteration in the poem "Reluctant Contemplation"...
Sublime sensations would remain suspended…
until your slapping sliding sucking
screwing would stiffen and stifle and succumb to your summit
shooting staccato streams of a soulful substance.
To read on click here...[url=]Reluctant Contemplation[/url]
I love word play, and you're good at it. Thanks.
Not up to your level, of course, but a different form of word play. From a not-yet published chapter in my Neighborhood (Exhibitionism) saga:
I’d been told before to tarry over a good meal; to tarry in the hairy and make merry in the airy (and barey) canary of my girlfriend was worth as many hours as it took.
"Nancy clearly wanted a fuck to rid herself of Patric, her withering assault on his proclivities was to use him, not develop feelings for him. That suited Jack fine, he could happily fuck and leave."
From How It All Began Ch.13.
Nancy was my attempt at casting a real sexual villain to seduce the main protagonist of the story into ruining what he had and destroy her husband (Patric) into the process. I like the line because Nancy was trying to break down Jack's resistance to her malevolent sexuality and it was working. Ok, it's a couple of lines but the compact sentiment of them I found really powerful. It was a very economic statement to propel the rest of the story. Not trying to big myself up but I sat back, looked at that and had to stop to make sure I'd really written that down.
[URL]http://www.lushstories.com/stories/wife-lovers/how-it-all-began-ch13.aspx[/URL]
From How It All Began Ch.13.
Nancy was my attempt at casting a real sexual villain to seduce the main protagonist of the story into ruining what he had and destroy her husband (Patric) into the process. I like the line because Nancy was trying to break down Jack's resistance to her malevolent sexuality and it was working. Ok, it's a couple of lines but the compact sentiment of them I found really powerful. It was a very economic statement to propel the rest of the story. Not trying to big myself up but I sat back, looked at that and had to stop to make sure I'd really written that down.
[URL]http://www.lushstories.com/stories/wife-lovers/how-it-all-began-ch13.aspx[/URL]
Quote by Milik_Redman
Sometimes the best meanings are the ones they find in themselves...
It was a great verse though. Makes me wish I hadn't trashed the lyrics I wrote when I was younger. Meh, they were crap anyway
Rather Incredibly, Comrade Betty Button found a DEMO version of the song. First track, 'Railway Station':
http://fanningsessions.wordpress.com/2013/09/03/the-candyshop-session/
(And you lot think I make it all up... Tsk... Tsk...)
xx SF