A year has passed since I joined. I am still an Aussie ED nurse (which isn't erectile dysfunction as I was once asked.) I had published elsewhere online, and joined as I understood this was more a community of writers.And I have found so much more, writers I admire that is true, but also friendships and communities of like minded people. I have treasured the chats, friendships and yes the exploration and even finding myself out of my depth. Friends have come and, in some cases, sadly gone; some have flickered briefly but there a handful of special people I have been and so always will remain so very close to. While even some of those I have been closest to have drifted out of my lush life, others remain and continue to be wonderful and loving friends, who have been with me every step of my lush journey.If anything Lush has enhanced my passion for the written word. And the writing competitions have, with their deadlines, helped me with my chronic perfectionism. I stand in awe at the quality of writing here, and have adored each and every comment on my stories. That you have helped me improve so much is shown by my Pride story being so well received and placing first in that competition. As I wrote in my first profile, I am not comfortable with pics etc. as this side of me is private, and I won't take risks with that. But would love to chat whenever I bump into you.
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Congratulations, so well deserved, Curvy. Thanks for all you have done, including modding (is that a word?) a fair few of my stories over the last 18 months. And being a great support to us newer writers.
Well to add to the barflies finishing competition stories, mine was published this afternoon. Titled Ice and Icing (link below) it is a love story and a change for me in that it is more serious than my other stories with no humor in it at all. Have read four other entries this afternoon (including Susie and Kat) which were all great, and I will get to Scott's next. While I have been writing over the weekend I had over 25 story notifications so I have a long reading list. The weather down under continues to be hot and smoky. No sign of rain and none of significance forecast in the next fortnight, so the fires will continue to burn. While Monday and Tuesday were pleasant and in the 20's we are expected to go over 40 later in the week, and with higher winds, Thursday and Saturday are expected to be rough. Christmas Day, however, looks like being a pleasant 28 degrees, which is just perfect.
Evening all, hope your Tuesday goes well. As an antidote to winter dramas, Tuesday down under was hot and smoky. Like usual you say. No today was something else, Sydney covered in a smoke haze, that reduced visibility so much that the harbour came to a standstill and sufficient dense to set of smoke alarms. Never seen anything like it, the source a mega-fire north of the city that has already burnt a footprint the size of Sydney itself. Respiratory issues have peaked in hospitals.In a disaster in New Zealand a number of Australian cruise tourists were killed or seriously injured when the volcano (White Island, or Whakaari) they were visiting exploded yesterday. I have managed to get three quarters of the way through my competition story which feels great. Well done to Susie for managing to complete hers with a month to spare. I might take a beer, this hot smoky evening. Take care everyone.
Hugs the lot of you, you are all wonderful
Above, and above Robin as well. One can never have enough presents to unwrap.
Cheers Curvy.I'll join you in a beer <img src="/images/emoticons/pintdrunk.gif" alt="Pint Drunk"> there is only so much gin I can drink before it gets messy lol.. not that adding beer to it will make it any better lol.. 2 beers please Rumps <img src="/images/emoticons/pintdrunk.gif" alt="Pint Drunk"> <img src="/images/emoticons/pintdrunk.gif" alt="Pint Drunk"> Well I will join you both in getting a little messy. Even though it is 11 am on Saturday morning. Hope all is good in the winter wonderland. Down south it is hot and smoky ... and yes I do mean the weather. The pollution from the forest fires is extreme all over Sydney. Catch you all soon. Happy writing for those entering the competition and those not too of course.
Afternoon all, hot and sticky here, and yes I am talking about the weather. Bikini weather and I have been in the backyard improving my tan while thinking more about my competition story. I will take a beer thanks. Hi EW good to see you here, this is the best bar in the virtual universe, a great place for writers; a supportive bunch who generally say nice things even about my stories. Sometimes though they do forget to notice that I am from the future and am living their tomorrow here. Not much to report as I am totally focused on the competition story, felt a bit becalmed today in the middle section, so will just have to pull finger and write. Did finish putting the Christmas tree up, which looks cool, first Christmas in our own home. Take care everyone, Annie (the Curious one not the Naughty one.)
I will join you for a beer, on this stinking hot Wednesday afternoon. Ironically the last two weekends have been the coolest days of their respective weeks. So swimming plans have not really yet been executed. But now we are in December the summer holidays are three weeks away. Hope every one in the far north had a good Thanksgiving. That shows how long it is since I have dropped in here, the businessness of life I guess. I have started my competition story, 2000 words done. Having managed to set the last winter competition story in an Australian summer and indeed setting the Halloween story in an Australian spring, for a change I have got with the programme and set my story in the snow. It has been one that has been bumping around in my mind, though when first conceived it was in the Australian outback. No coyote stories not surprisingly, but I was attacked by a wild dingo in Queensland when I was three. Had me by the leg and dragged me across a path before my father decided that I was worth saving. Some in Australia say dingos only attack when provoked, not a view I now subscribe to. One of Australia's most famous miscarriages of justice was Lindy Chamberlain who was wrongfully convicted of killing her nine-week-old daughter, Azaria, while camping at Uluru in 1980. She maintained that she saw a dingo leave the tent where Azaria was sleeping, a view which was treated sceptically by most, but one which the Supreme Court in 1988 agreed with.
Where do I begin. Catherine is my bestie as she is gorgeous, kind, naughty, and oh so lovable.
Words hurt, but a knife wounds with the sharper pain. He had admired the Russian Sami people for creating two hundred words to describe snow and ice. That eloquence used to impress; less so now her lexicon of inadequacy had grown with use and he was on the receiving end of hailstorms of stinging criticism. They hurt. More so when others heard, especially if they asked, “What did you do...
Added 16 Dec 2019 | Category Love Stories
The club a cacophony Her tranquil glance Seductive blue eyes A call to dance Swirling black frocks Quarter cupped breasts Slyly touching fingers Frissons of enticement Lip gloss kisses Tongue led tango Silky dresses puddling Around killer heels. Taut nipples brush The dew of desire Our aroma signals The need for touch Petals are opened Dancing wet fingers ...
Added 12 Nov 2019 | Category Erotic Poems
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The soothingly bucolic view was a real-life Constable landscape. Sarah’s pottery studio, her escape from the rat race, was idyllic in summer. Back to the kiln, moulding wet clay with her hands, she usually was absorbed into the sights, sounds and smells seeping through open casement windows. That sensual tranquillity was, however, infused with the piquant bite of sexual tension. First felt...
Added 01 Nov 2019 | Category Flash Erotica
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The wedding invitation, blood-red script on black, didn’t surprise. However, the time and place did pique my curiosity. Aza and Harri’s wedding was precisely timed, six minutes past eleven on Halloween in the Terminus Chapel at Rookwood cemetery. Now Rookwood wasn’t just any cemetery, it was Sydney, and indeed Australia’s, largest, having been open for business for one hundred and fifty...
Added 15 Oct 2019 | Category Horror
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Eden. The word doesn’t need adornment, alone it evokes the image of paradise. Except, it doesn’t in my case. Though not hell by any means, my Eden wasn’t the paradise you should find yourself praying for. For you see, my Eden was, and maybe always will be, my community; a coastal Australian town, about five hundred kilometres, though at times it felt more like five hundred years, away...
Added 27 Jun 2019 | Category Lesbian
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Email To: Her From: Annie Hey gorgeous. Don’t even pretend to be surprised, you so knew I would email you straight back. Well, not exactly straight back, giggles, my puss distracted me. I just can’t help myself anymore. Not that I seriously tried, your emails were catnip right from the start. And now, you ask? Well now your emails aren’t just words anymore; fuck,...
Added 19 Sep 2019 | Category Flash Erotica
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And now there are four. Those progressively eliminated have already departed; cheeks damp with tears. We will dance in pairs, the other two first. Megan and I wait outside; nervous, edgy and deathly silent. Four dancers, two places; we know the odds. Megan certainly can dance, that much I know. Beyond that, she’s always been reserved, my boyfriend actually discovered the little we knew....
Added 07 Sep 2019 | Category Flash Erotica
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“A fucking lady? No way; how, why?” I babbled, shocked. “Lady, darling; the word is always capitalised,” Cyn, my girlfriend of four months, clarified, “I’m Lady Cynthia Fortescue-Smythe, second daughter of Edward, the Earl of Battersea." “And you are me telling this, why?” I asked, as we lay, post-orgasmic, in her Knightsbridge apartment wrapped in sheets which were, apparently, cut...
Added 22 Aug 2019 | Category Fetish
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Oh Mary, our first night together will forever be etched on my heart. We were then, you and I, two women short-changed, so far, by life’s dance of love. This proud country girl, first night out in the city, found in you a breath of sophisticated fresh air. There was, as you said, an appealing innocence about me. But not so unworldly not to be respected with your confidences. I empathised...
Added 30 Jul 2019 | Category Flash Erotica
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Lust. The pure unadulterated lust that has your pussy perspiring. That particular craving was so intense the moment I saw her dimpled alabaster face framed by body waved black hair. And then she smiled; the curve of her red lips and sparkle in her green eyes infectious, her genuine warmth bubbling to the surface. She looked across the room. Her eyes met mine, held them for a second and...
Added 25 Jul 2019 | Category Flash Erotica
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Do you know Audrey? To ask, “Audrey who?” is to lose. No breakfast at Tiffany’s for you. You'll be relegated to IHOP. My grandad loved Audrey. Because of him, I am, maybe uniquely, a millennial bought up in her image. I even named my cat Holly Golightly. For once he surprised me, for some reason that role underwhelmed him. Holly was free-form, fluid and difficult to...
Added 12 Nov 2019 | Category Love Stories
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