Can I enquire as to the exchange rate for Galaxy Bucks?
As a formerly bi-curious* man, this was a big fantasy of mine. Imagine, being forced to have sex with a man... by a woman, obviously, so it wasn't, like, gay or anything.
It still is something of a fantasy, though I now find the idea of literal 'forced-bi' more than a bit fucked up. But maybe one of these days I'll roleplay as a straight guy who needs firm encouragement to do the things I used to pretend I didn't want to do.
*Actually, still very bi-curious. It seems no amount of investigation can satiate my ceaseless curiosity.
We're kissing and s/he bites my lip or pulls my hair. They run their hand down my back and grab my ass. It's the next day, we're in polite company and they drop a double entendre only we would recognise, then look into my eyes with a fire that says again.
Hello friends of another gender. Could you help me understand the female gaze a little better by sharing descriptions of men that you find sexy? I find when I write I write with a very male gaze. I am not, in fact, one of the male gays, but I have known I'm bisexual for about ten years. My tastes in this area is a little stereotypical, and worse, whilst I can tell which men I fancy, I usually can't say exactly why. At the very least I'd be curious to know how things look through your eyes - in part because it broadens one's horizons, but also because I'd like to get out of my authorial rut of solely writing muscle-bound, well endowed hunks or guys who look 'cute, in a geeky sort of way'. I'd be much obliged if you helped me expand my narrative palette.
This must be what my last beau meant when they said I was their number 1...
The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms by N.K. Jemisin. I'm also listening to The City We Became by N.K. Jemisin. Next I plan to read The Broken Kingdoms by N.K. Jemisin.
I guess, when it comes to this author, I'm not Jemisin around.
There's a tired old truism: women want sex, men need it. How tired old and true is it?
Want or need?
Absolutely not! How would that even work, if neither of us knew about it? Are our memories wiped? Do we do it in a fugue state? Whatever the answer, the consent implications for both myself and my partner are deeply problematic. The minimum number of people who should know about it when I suck someone off is two.
My ex and I bought a strap-on when I was 19. We played with it a lot but I never actually got fucked with it, because I made the mistake of picking one that was absolutely huge - it had been made for experienced gay/bi guys (we bought it at a sex shop in Brighton) and I was an inexperienced definitely-straight-even-though-i-think-about-cock-a-lot guy. Sucking it was fun, though, and even better it had this insertable part that went in my gf's pussy. Not only did that give her more control of the thing, it felt really good. If she put the harness on 'too' tightly, she couldn't move without feeling like she was getting fucked. So a very fun game was for her to put it on, me to tie her up, get it super tight, then tickle her till she came.
I've had non-strappable-dildoes used on my ass lots of times by women, but an actual strap on eludes me.
Before I knew what sex was. I don't remember a time when I wasn't fascinated by women. Unfortunately (or, rather, fortunately) the feelings were not reciprocated, on account of me being [number redacted]. I put a lot of it down to that: not knowing what i wanted, not being able to get it, but being willing to do anything to be around the people who, I somehow knew, had this mysterious power.
At a more acceptable age, I recall being friends with a group of older girls. They liked giving mew makeovers, and I adored the attention. I entered my first proper D/s relationship when I was 16. We switched a lot, but it gradually reached an equilibrium with me very much on the bottom. We tried everything under the sun, most of it twice, and I got my first weekend job so I could afford to buy her toys from Anne Summers.
I have a theory that most people, regardless of gender, are more sub than dom. I also have a theory that, like most of sexuality, it's a spectrum: most people are a mixture of things, but boil that down to one or two for simplicity's sake. I generally describe myself as a sub, for example, but the truth is closer to 30/70 D/s.
There's also a perception in society that men are more sexually dominant than women, but I've found most people are open to most things once society isn't looking.
So where do you place yourself? Dominant, submissive, or somewhere in between?
With the most incredible lover I've ever had. They always know exactly how to get me off, like they can read my mind. We've never been on a date, but we've been casually bonking for years (including, rather shamefully, during some of my past relationships). Best of all we share all the same kinks and fetishes. It's just a shame the romantic side doesn't work: they've always been there, which I appreciate, but there's almost no conversation to speak of. We pretty much sit in silence unless we're out with mutual friends. I should say as well: it's all handjobs and toys. Penetrative sex just isn't an option.
Tl;dr: had a wank.
I'm fairly new here and, in a dark omen for my future as a Lush contributor, have yet to have a story rejected. What I have had is help and encouragement for every story I've submitted. After years of starting and not finishing projects (erotic or otherwise), I'm finally completing work and getting feedback. The gold membership was definitely money well spent, and i've only had it a month.
Before reading this thread I'd assumed the mods were getting paid, simply because of the speed and quality of service provided. I not only take my hat off to them, I put on a second, larger hat, so I can take that one off too.
I was really nervous about posting [url=https://] Black Privilege [/url]. It explores, and sets the stage for exploring, some of my more fetishes. It's mainly a story about interracial sex and cuckoldry but contains a lesbian twincest scene and, as such, has been put in the section.
This is the third piece of erotica I've had published on Lush, and I'm thrilled it was picked as a recommended read. I doubt it will be to everyone's taste (the author's note contains some guidance on what to expect), but I hope those of you who take the plunge enjoy it. If so, please give the story a rating. If not, I'd genuinely love to hear your feedback - a writer is nothing without an audience, and criticism helps me write better.
I was a total kinkbox before I knew what sex was. The closest thing I had to a 'prudish' period was the rather silly decade or so where all my convoluted sexual fantasies resulted in me doing something to another man - even though I was, definitely, 100%, seriously though, straight.
I'm bi, happily so, an no longer need a Rube-Goldberg machine of excuses to do the things I want to.
Happy for her. She deserves good things, no one should be alone at the moment.
Sad for all the mistakes we made, for time's permanent tangle, the things we can never undo.
Know I'm gonna feel angry later. Haven't made up a good enough BS reason yet. Suggestions welcome.
Need to go outside so I can stare forlornly into the middle distance, but this is not considered an 'essential activity'.
Hit me with something distracting, or share your own angst. We'll swirl them together, see what colors they make.
Depends a LOT on what's in my mouth.
Food, drinks, semen: Swallow
Stray hair, an assassin's poison, coffee after being told a surprising fact: Spit
My tongue: Undecided. Some people swallow theirs, but it seems just dandy where it is