I'm a straight, much married man, and happily so. My work is unusual, and involves a lot of words, quite a bit of travel, lots of esoteric research, and interactions with lots of different people, which I love.I like people, in general, although there are categories of people and types of people I would prefer not to know or interact with. This has mostly to do with politics and behavior. In general, though, I feel awe-struck by the diversity of humanity, and how humanity is mostly good.In particular I like women, as friends, as clients, as people. I work better with women as my clients / bosses than men. I tend to believe that women are generally smarter and more humane than men, perhaps because of hormones, perhaps because of upbringing, but I find myself generally more comfortable working and socializing with women.As a young man, I started out just looking to get laid, but gradually realized that women were even more fun as friends, and – better yet! – lovers who were friends. I finally got to the point where most of my past lovers remained friends, which I very much appreciated. I'm still in touch with a number of them, and we are still friends.I've been monogamously married – to one woman – for many years, and love her more today than I did when we first married. Or even more than just a year ago. My kink is dominance, and I get off on it. Before I married, I had two girl friends who were particularly into submission. One was a friend, and we played dominance / submission games, and really enjoyed them, but they were only games, and we were friends and had fun together outside that as well. The other scared me. She was psychologically submissive, and truly wanted to be hurt. I was too young to really understand, plus we weren't really friends, just lovers. Without the sex, there wasn't much else.But both women taught me a great deal about women, about sex, and about me, and I am grateful to them both. If I had a chance to go back, I think I would appreciate all the women I have loved – and lusted after – much more than I did.I have written and published millions of words, almost exclusively non-fiction. I enjoy writing, but was always intimidated at the idea of writing fiction. However, I have a VERY active imagination, and truly believe that men who take pills to get an erection either don't have a very good imagination, or else aren't reading the right kinds of erotica.I stumbled across the Lush website, and was surprised at the quality of writing, which is often more important to me than the plot line. I thought I would try combining my deeply dirty mind, and my love of writing. The result was that I'd written about 50,000 words in 12 chapter of a story BEFORE I even signed up for a trial membership. This is my first experience at writing anonymously, and I'm enjoying it!Interestingly, I'm finding that although I set up the situations, the characters tell me the story, which is a bit of a surprise. Stephen King, in his book, "On Writing" (which is excellent, BTW), talks about how he asks a "What if…" question, puts some characters in that situation, and then lets them write the book. Hence, I was forewarned that this might happen. What did surprise me is when characters just pop into existence, without any warning. One red-head, whom I do not like, just walked into one of my stories. I'm not quite sure what's she doing there, but I don't trust her. We'll see where that leads.I find myself eager to write to find out what the characters are going to do! It's the ultimate cliff-hanger, because NO ONE knows what's going to happen, not even me. Maybe ESPECIALLY not me. DISCLAIMER: While I'm sure I would love it, I'm not looking for, nor am I interested in being offered, a hook-up. I'm not a lurker, preferring to be involved with people. I'm not a stalker, because I believe in relationships between equals. And while I may be straight, I'm not narrow. I like people – all kinds of people. Why, some of my best friends are even straight!
James, how's it going on moving all the debris on the floor to anyplace else? May I suggest a coal scoop device or some similar variation be substituted for a mere broom? Your call. I was thinking a Zamboni or an earth mover of some kind might be more appropriate. What do you think, ma chèrie fillelapine ? Do we think a Zamboni could do this? I think we need to create a special cocktail for the bar in her honor. I'll have to put on my thinking ears for that, but I'll work on it. :) Hmmm… How about a Jane's Fog, patterned, perhaps, on the classic London Fog morning drink, or the infamous Buck's Fizz evening aperitif? Hey Xander, do you think either of those would work for you?Off again, but I'll try to check in later to see if we've made any headway on the floorspace…
i never read other entries until i finish my own, if I do finish it. when I saw your title I had to make an exception. i was not disappointed.please don't tell the old, blind git, but I was one of the (mostly women) who kissed him long and deep while he fondled my boobs.judging by the amount of cum dripping from my orifices and the multiple pearl necklaces the lost inhibitions and hangups thing must have really worked. i am allergic to men and there just aren't that many trans women authors.carl, I requested "we're having a gangbang." I would like to think mine was the best deep throat you had during the festivities. Oh my God! Now I understand – all those rumours are absolutely true! YOU are the "Amazing Grace" that had everyone talking. It's an honour to know you, ma'am, and I'm just sorry I missed the fun! (Can I get a raincheck, perhaps?) James
Good early morning all who enter this fine establishment. Big Bertha has been de-sludged (saved for Carl), rinsed and filled with some of her best high test caffeinated greatness. The kettle is on for tea and cocoa. I've gathered all the glasses and mugs from yesterday. Sorry no treats from me. I am just sitting here writing out Christmas cards (if you'd like one you can always pm me a place to send it 😚). I'll take my tea and continue with the task at hand. I miss everyone. Stay safe Good morning Tonya, and thank you, both for your visiting us here, and for always doing to set-up! And there's no need to miss us when you're not here – you can always go to the local zoo. The effect is much the same!And good morning all! I see, from the debris, that last night was eventful, so I'll see if I can locate Bill's broom – if none of you ladies have flown off with it (lookin' at you, Skald…)And since I rarely contribute to the tasty treats, I thought I'd stop off at a French bakery near my house, and pick these up: / Classic French mille feuille. I almost got the raspberry ones, but I'm a classic guy myself, so…Busy day ahead, and a tough one, so I'm going to grab a tea (Earl Grey, hot), and dash off.Take care out there – especially you, Emma, dear!And I hope Her Curviness makes it in. She seems to be the only one that can make this crowd behave – well – for a change!James
Yes I have – but it was totally WORTH it!HYE been drunk enough to sing in front of a crowd - and regretted it the next morning? (I'm not saying I have, but …)
All the time. Mostly guys who think my avatar is hot. lolHave you ever answered a chat request from someone you don't know and regretted it instantly? Nope. So far I've been lucky and found only friendly people. But then, I'm a guy, so…HYE wished you were brave enough to say what you really felt for someone, but held back?
In HONOUR of James new comp piece that been posted / rumps and james.jpg AND all of the Jameson is on my tab (PNGd) I'd be more flattered if there were some Jameson's left, Carl…Thanks, my friend, for everything, including the tunes.
I'd be glad to. Oh, and for the record, my pronouns are they/them now and not he/they like before. Xander, my friend, my humble apologies. I will remember.
Good morning. Coffee please. I hope everyone is doing well. Going to go sit at my corner table now though Grace has warned me about someone named Coma and Tose which is making me somewhat nervous. Bon jour, fillelapine, et bienvenue! I'm just in and out, but perhaps Xander would keep you company? He's shy, like you, but a good soul, and someone I think you would like knowing.Emma that sounds like a typical bureaucratic cluster-fuck. I hope it gets straightened out pronto! Bon chance, ma amie!By the way, all, my competition piece has been published, with great thanks to the moderators, who helped me fix some serious flaws. Not that it's not flawed anyway, but I did have fun writing it! Here it is: The Absolutely True and Totally Verifiable History of the Lush Authors' Annual Orgy and Gangbang James
Years back one of my friends asked me about the sexual differences between men and women . To set the stage I should tell you at the time i was bisexual and dated the person rather than their gender. I was thinking about this recently, especially since I have strictly been with women for years now. I wondered if my answer would be different now then then.Back then I thought women were more sensual, softer, interested in cuddling as well as making love. Women burned hotter, but much slower. It took much more time to bring a woman to the brink of an orgasm, but it was time deliciously spent. Men, on the other hand were more like a firecracker with a short fuse. It's like if you look at them, they are halfway to cumming. Impatience seemed to me to be their defining characteristic, well that and a certain sword that fit my scabbard so well. One old saying I remember, women need a reason for sex, men just need a place.Do those same thoughts hold true for me today, even though I am penis-free? I think my feelings at the time were simplistic and maybe a little naive. I found as I gained more experience with women, I discovered some who were in many ways a lot like men. Impatient and more interested in their own orgasm than taking the time to delight a partner. I also found the emotional side of men to become off-putting for the most part. Far too many of my former male partners seemed more interested in controlling a relationship than being partners. I think that's what moved me to prefer my own side of the street. I became less interested in just sex and more interested in a relationship. I became much more choosy about who I got emotionally close with than who was fun in bed (or on the table, the stairs, the floor, or even the car :-) I found a tight circle of friends was more physically satisfying than any one-night-stand and also discovered that I love being in love, as long as the person reciprocates those feelings.I know this is a ramble, but I often use such things to examine my own thoughts on a subject. I am currently not in a relationship, although i am not leading a sexless existence, my friends see to that -- although not nearly as often as pre-Covid. I don't know when lightening might strike again, but I do so enjoy looking for it and exploring the possibilities! Lightening might be quick, but it can lead to such a delightful fire!Here's to following the lightening! Love some of the answers here, especially Skald Michelle's – priceless!Sorry, Grace, but I'm not sure I would give the elderly lade the straight goods, being unsure if she knew what she was asking. Sometimes honesty is not kindness. But you may be right – I'm also sure there is no one else in her life who would have told her the truth.If I may comment on Brookell's thoughts on men, women, and relationships, from a depth of years, and both a somewhat wide, but mostly deep set of relationships.Biologically, men are firecrackers when they are young. As we get older, we go off more slowly, and are also more aware, having had more experience. If we are self-centred clots (as many of both sexes are), our awareness merely becomes a way of making sure we get off better. But for many, I would almost say most, men, greater awareness means greater interest in our partner's needs and desires. There is another thread that asks whether, if you had to choose only one, would you rather you climaxed, or your partner. It seemed to me that the majority, including most men, said they would rather their partner came than they did. Certainly that is my feeling. I have told my partner of many years (my wife) that her climax excites me more than my own, much as I like to cum. I find hers fulfilling and affirming.And yet, I have also matured in another way. I no longer need for both, or even either one, of us to climax to find a sexual encounter satisfying.I cannot speak to same sex relationships, for while I had some same-sex encounters as a youth, I have never had a relationship. And ever since I turned 20 or thereabouts, I became more interested in the relationship than the sex. I have always been interested in sex, but found just fucking to be lonely and not all that rewarding. I find my orgasms now, with my wife, to be far better in every way than the one-night stands that I had as a youth.But let me end with a story: When our son was 8 (he's older now), he came into the kitchen, where my wife was preparing supper (it was her turn), and asked her to tell him about sex. She did the obvious thing, being busy; she said, "Why don't you go ask your father?"He just looked at her, then said, "Because I didn't want to know that much about it."Just sayin'…James
When I read a story I always comment and score on that story. When it comes to my own stories or poems I get a massive kick out of the fact that hundreds, sometimes thousands, of people have read them, for little me, just a no-one woman, living in a no-where place that is such a compliment. I don't expect a comment or a score but I have been very lucky and received both on my writing and I'm always blown away when people take their time to do that. I must disagree on one point, poppyx; I don't believe you are a no one woman, in a no where place. I'm not sure there is such a thing.No one men , on the other hand…So, my 2¢ – Most of us joined either to read, to write, or both, so, we started this for our own selfish needs and interests. It is only when we become part of a community that we realize that what we do affects the others in said community. Everyone who has posted in this thread knows that many people appreciate comments and scores. If they don't choose to do so, that's fine, no one says they need to. Or, to quote Ram Dass, "I'm tired of being should upon."But if you are interested in building and supporting this community, then commenting and scoring is one way to do so. Not the only way, but kind of a universal currency on this site that recipients mostly appreciate.I almost always comment & score because I want to encourage others to write, and further, to work at improving their writing. When I chose not to, it's mostly because I don't like a particular story. I'd rather not leave a comment or score than a negative one, preferring positive feedback to negative.There's no right or wrong here, in my humble opinion, but there are different objectives that lead to different behaviours.James
Sitting at his computer, Marcus took himself in hand, stroking slowly, being careful not to get too close to cumming. He had a bet with that doll, Alice, about who could get the other to cum first, and he was damned if he was going to lose. They took turns reading Lush stories over the phone while they both masturbated, non-stop. The one who came first had to forfeit to the other. And Alice...
Added 09 Dec 2020 | Category Humor
Hold my hand, please Hold it tight, and hold me close. Hold my hands, please, take them both And pull them hard behind me. Hold my hair, please Hold it tightly while we kiss. Pull my ponytail towards my helpless hands And bite my throat until I moan. Kick my naked legs apart, please And drive your knee between them. Grab my breast, please And squeeze it ‘til I whimper. Force my head...
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I was standing backstage, breathing hard and shivering, and wondering if I could do this. I needed the money, and but being naked in front of a room full of rowdy male strangers – I wasn’t so sure I could do that . Then I heard the manager introduce me, getting the crowd going by telling them I was a “virgin stripper” and this was my first time, so they should be sure to encourage me....
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Sir had taken his slave and slut, Marta, to a French bistro for supper. She wore a skirt that flashed her naked pussy whenever she walked, plus high heels, her dog collar, and wrist and ankle cuffs – and nothing else. She was seated at a banquette next to Sir, with her dress pulled up so she was sitting on her bare ass, and her pussy completely exposed while he fingered her. While...
Added 01 Dec 2020 | Category BDSM
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The door slammed shut behind Kimberley, who stood there, naked and hollow-eyed. She hadn’t expected that she’d be the one doing this. Since there were 11 girls, it had seemed like such a funny, daring idea, and so very unlikely that she’d lose the low-card draw. But she had. Finally realizing that she was wasting time, she picked up the thick, black marker, and looked down at her abdomen....
Added 25 Nov 2020 | Category Flash Erotica
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Marta is James’ eager sex slave and slut. He told her he wanted to take her out to dinner, and that he wanted her to look like a slut. She went beyond what he had asked, and appeared naked except for high heels, a dress that was three inches too short, and a white fox tail that was attached to a butt plug, and hung down to her knees behind her. Plus her dog collar and wrist and ankle cuffs,...
Added 22 Nov 2020 | Category BDSM
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I had told her I wanted her to look like the slut she was when we went out to dinner, and she had promised me she would. It was still a shock when I saw her. She wore a lovely dress, with a flared skirt – that was about 3 inches too short! From where I was, sitting in the car, I could see her naked pussy flashing me from under the hem of her dress when she walked. I began to wonder if...
Added 18 Nov 2020 | Category BDSM
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“Are you sure you can do this?” “Watch me!" She chuckled, “Okay, but on your head be it.” I snorted, then lifted into my headstand. “Now!” I said. She kneeled in front of me, knees spread, and took my cock into her velvety mouth. Then she sucked me, careful not to disturb my balance. I could smell her cunt and see it running honey, but I couldn’t reach her. I’d feast on it once I...
Added 19 Nov 2020 | Category Microfiction
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He pulled the t-shirt over my head and picked up the shorts I had been wearing, leaving me naked, standing in the corridor… Preparations: Marta When Sir finally allowed me to escape into my condo, I closed the door behind me, made sure it was locked, then collapsed against it. I was a mess. Being in the familiar surroundings of home made it all seem unreal, somehow. My body was...
Added 14 Nov 2020 | Category BDSM
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You haunt each day and dream You drive my cock to cream You know I love you so like this When you kneel and suck me off to bliss I pull you deep upon my tool And leave my cum in your mouth to cool And though I force your lips apart We know it’s you that owns my heart I moan when you suck Can’t wait to fuck Rocking hips out and in Drawing me on to sin So I’m no longer free You own that...
Added 16 Nov 2020 | Category Erotic Poems
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