Absolutely unshaven. Hubby loves a full natural bush, the hair traps the love juices which can be reused for greater effect. In summer I will trim to my bikini line, but in winter, who cares or gives a damn.
I am against cybering myself as I feel it is a waste of time. I have had thousands of requests but politely decline the offer. There has only been one case where I have done so and that was for a special guy I have known here for a long time. Understanding his situation and plight, I was only too happy to accommodate him.
Many guys ask me sexual question but I do draw the line as to how far I go. What guys do behind the conversation is a different matter however. Countless times while talking to someone they will say that they have been masturbating looking at my profile pictures while chatting with me. What they do is their business I guess. In a way it is a compliment and nice to know you have been appreciated.
Over the years I have had several embarrassing moments. The worst had to be in the 2001 Sydney to Surf fun run. My son wanted to run in it as he was an excellent runner at high school back then and wanted me to run with him. So I agreed. The night before the run I ate a huge amount of pasta as I was led to believe most distance runners and athletes eat pasta as it has a lot of energy in it. In the early hours of the morning I only had a cup of coffee for breakfast as I didn't want to run on a full stomach. Hubby drove us down and we got to Sydney for the start of the run which starts in the CBD and finishes up at Bondi beach, 14 Km away. Hubby never ran, but had the car waiting for us after we finished.
About half way through the run I started getting stomach cramps. Initially I thought it was just the stitch as I wasn't as fit as I used to be, although I do play a lot of sport.. The cramps were in my stomach and not my side and it suddenly struck me that I was in urgent need to poop. I slowed down to a walk not wanting to exacerbate any impending accident that might happen. Before long, I was in dire trouble. I was holding on for dear life. There were no toilets around and thousands of runners participating in the run. A few steps and moments later my bowels involuntarily open and I pooped myself. I was so embarrassed. I moved to the side-walk where spectators were watching the race. A second wave of contractions saw to another flow of mud-like lava flow through my panties, shorts and down my leg.
I just leant up against someone's fence and started to cry. An elderly lady who lived in the house was watching the race and noticed my predicament. She invited me in to have a shower and change into her daughter's clothing to finish the race. I will forever be indebted to that kind old lady for the rest of my life. [img][/img]
I guess this runner had a similar problem
This site has so many bi-women. As a recent addition to this bi scene after many years of fantasizing; I am asking whether you prefer women, guys or both equally? from my recent encounters, I must say that my preference is with other women.
Just people causing trouble and most likely spreading a virus. If you do see such a message just delete the message, DO NOT OPEN IT! No friend would sent you one of those, and if they did, would no longer be a friend of mine. If anyone does see such a message, report it immediately to Nicola or Gav.
A lot in summer but not so much in winter. Nearly always pantiless around the house in mornings wearing my robe.
As broad-minded as I am, I do not intentionally flash my wares in public. Depending on the day and the climate, I may go anywhere, with or without panties. Should I be pantiless and the day is windy, nature has a way of revealing innermost secrets. These accidents are never planned or staged, but it does not bother or embarrass me if and when it happens.
There are many perverts around in the world, and I feel by intentionally flashing one's wares, you could easily finish up being stalked, molested, or even killed. I wouldn't wish that on anybody. Be sensible girls and take my advice.
I guess I must be old fashioned as I don't even have a mobile phone. Never been interested in , Facebook, Twitter and those things. I have chatted with many people on , but that is the extent of my social networking, apart from Lush that is. I don't even have a webcam these days. I guess I must have viewed well over a hundred guys masturbating for me on webcam in which is quite a turn on. They range from 18 to almost 80. I have even had a few wonderful female friends open up for me too on webcam which has got me quite horny. I would have to know someone first before I divested and performed for them. I would hate to be stalked.
Its a pity the guy wasn't a vacuum cleaner salesman instead of a magazine salesman. He could flick the switch and give you a blow job; and then flick the switch again to suck that lump out of you. They are very good things to have around the house.
I have now written a meagre 3 stories, but intend adding some more. I have found that it takes me 3-4 days to produce a story. I research places and locations for my stories to give a factual account of some things which add authenticity to the story, almost realistic as many people attest to. Then its a matter of recalling certain events in my life or embellishments to cater for the readers interests. These all have to be sorted out chronologically, with dates given and all need to be 100% accurate. Then that aspect breaks my stories into 10-12 mini stories, which I work on. I delve deeply into human emotions, feelings. how people would act and react into any given situation. In that way, the characters come to life, giving the story continuity and an autobiographical sense of things.
I will then read through the story 2-3 times, deleting some things, while adding other material. You can always make improvements. Only when I am entirely happy with my harsh edits do I believe its ready for publication. I put a lot of thought and time into my stories which I am proud o, and the great beneficiaries are the wonderful readers who like them and pass positive comments back to me. I cannot believe that my first story, Mother and Son, has been read by over 350,000 people, making it the third most read story here.
My thanks and inspiration goes to all you wonderful readers in Lush.
My hubby
My son
Callista
Angela
Barack Obama (He's fucked everyone except me)
I came across this old Russian fable in the early 1980's when I was working at the army barracks where I met my hubby. The point of the story is so true.
A Russian Fable
One bitterly cold winter’s day, a Russian moujik (peasant) was wandering around the steppes in Siberia. The snow was very thick as he went about his business. Suddenly, he heard a faint trill of a bird. With his great sense of hearing, the moujik soon located a small bird half frozen to death, buried in the snow.
The kind moujik then went in search for something to warm the poor frozen bird and soon came across a pile of fresh steaming moose poop. After warming the bird and bringing it back to life, the moujik left the bird in the pile of moose poop to completely thaw out and fully recover, before continuing his journey.
On recovery, the bird soon began to trill very loudly as it was so happy at being saved. The bird began flapping his wings and was happily dancing around.
Enter ……… a famished wolf.
On hearing the bird trilling merrily away, the wolf soon found the bird. The wolf lifted the bird out of the poop and promptly ate the poor unfortunate bird.
The moral to this story is……. The person who puts you in the poop isn’t necessarily your enemy, and the person who gets you out of the poop isn’t necessarily your friend. Finally, above all, if you ever find yourself in the poop, don’t make a song and dance about it.
I am a very broadminded woman and very few things upset me. I must be quite frank in saying that I abhor the use of the word cunt. Women deserve a lot better. It is very crude, offensive and derogatory. It is not something to be proud of like a pussy, fanny, minge, snatch, gash, fur burger, hairy magnet, bearded clam, cooch, kipper cove, cock wallet, .... to name a few.
If anyone called me a cunt I would slap then on the face or knee a guy in the balls.
Have I made my point?
An excellent question. The vast majority of people here live under a pseudonym, me included. I have revealed my true name to only 3 people here on Lush. Although have some 200 "Friends", there are only 3 people I trust. Trust must be earned and not taken for granted. I correspond with these people very frequently. One of these people lives in Australia and I actually had the pleasure of meeting with and staying with her and her partner 5 weeks ago. I was very apprehensive at first, but through frequent emails and eventually telephone calls, I became more at ease with the situation. I saw it as a situation where I could help a person in genuine need, who was crying out for help. Bit by bit I revealed my real self, my dark secrets and more.
Right now I am on LUSH, reading a forum sent by an intimate lover and fingering myself over those happy memories.
I only like nice guys. You are imagining this without a doubt. Why get into a bad marriage or situation with a loser when you can be perfectly happy with w wonderful loving and kind husband.
Quite categorically the answer is swallow. Swallowing is a very intimate and personal decision. I would never spit as I feel it is insulting to the person who is receiving. If you respect or love a person, you will do everything to please him. Spitting is putting a guy down to the fact he could develop complexes about it, making him feel unworthy.
For women who do not like to swallow, I would suggest that they tell their partner this and when he is about to cum, he is free to deposit his load wherever he wants to. This includes face, breasts, stomach, back, pussy, but not the eyes unless you are wearing glasses.
I always look forward to reading comments on my stories. I have received many favorable comments which make me want to write more. I find them most encouraging and also very good for my ego. Similarly, I have never put anyone else down with negative comments. I have on occasions offered constructive criticisms to help people reach their full potential. In the years I have been here on Lush, I have only ever received 1 bad comment. It was nasty and personal and attacked me as a person. It was not about the story. I contacted Lush and the comment was removed. Quite possibly that offender was also removed as I never heard from him again.
It all depends on what time of day it is and if I have to go anywhere afterwards. At night time before bed, never. In the morning after sex I will often make breakfast naked in the warmer months. Panties are optional depending on the time of the month. If I have to go out I will dress or if we are expecting visitors, I will get dressed.
I came to the conclusion that this must be a site where you have to earn a given status (of the specially tailored variety), as opposed to just asking for it.
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