I write stuff.
*adopts movie voiceover guy accent*Your invoice is in the post <img src="/images/emoticons/laughing7.gif" alt="laughing6"> lol Can I get your agent's number?
Too true. To be honest I have only experienced it through clips on other networks and that was more than enough. They might as well call themselves the US Pravda as they are in reality Trump's propaganda machine. Even more disturbing is how many people perceive Fox's cartoon nonsense to resemble journalism, but in the US, actual journalism is a rapidly disappearing entity.
what's your issue? i mean, come on! Mexico. New Mexico. and Mexicodia! Mexicodia is where I get all my prescription drugs.
No. That is the intellectual level at Fox News. I didn't realize Fox News even had an intellectual level.
/ / Three Mexican countries. Please tell me that was done up as a joke. Please.
I alreasy gushed at leangth over on the Rump's thread about how happy it makes me so see Cyn grab the top ring of this contest. She's so good, and working in an under-valued genre for such a long time. Lovely to see her labors rewarded with a first place win. Congrats to Tangerine and Wannabe too, and to all the rest of the top ten. Nice to see Ayla break into the winners list, her writing has been on my radar for a little while now, and it's great to see her talent recognised. This was a great contest. Nice way to start the day. Well said. She's kind of like a soft force of nature. The kind that sneaks up on you when you're paying attention to something else. The fact that she's in such formidable company on this list of winners and runners-up only makes her victory that much sweeter.Congratulations to all.
As the author of a grand total of one story so far on Lush, I have a couple of questions for the great writers that exist here......1) What motivates you to write?2) How do you find the time to write?I thoroughly enjoyed writing my first story, but between having a job and a life once I get home from that job, I find it very difficult to carve out the time to work on my next story.Your thoughts will be greatly appreciated.....Reese I write more out of habit than anything else, so probably not a very example to go by. But like most things, it's better not to wait until you "find" time. It's better if you can "make" time. Try setting aside a half hour or hour (every day if you can) and just sit down and write. But it's really important to keep from stressing about it. The act of writing includes staring at a blank screen believing no idea will ever strike your mind ever again as long as you life, or gazing out the window with your jaw hanging open wishing the birds wouldn't poop on your car so much, or getting up and walking around the room while some movie no one else can see is running on a loop in your mind. It's a good thing to accept that all of those things are just as much part of writing as typing words.Your enthusiasm for writing is enviable, and I'm looking forward to seeing what you've been writing.
This were I go back and forth. He should have waited before addressing the situation. It made him look like an idiot and he did lose credibility. I want to give him the benefit of the doubt that he grew and changed over the years and learned more about humanity. I don't understand this need to crucify people for having a past, making mistakes or poor judgement. In a way demanding he resign, signifies (to me) that we are not willing to acknowledge that as we grow and experience more of the world, our beliefs and views often change. No doubt those pictures are disturbing to see, but is that a reason to demand he resign? I think he lost the benefit of the doubt when he waffled as to even remembering if that was him. At the same time, I agree so much with your sentiment, and feel we're much too quick to crucify public figures over their private lives. A Klan hood is another thing entirely, though. Expecting him to have the foresight to recognize how much trust he's lost and resign doesn't strike me as crucifixion, though. Yes, people can change, but it doesn't mean you get to grow up to be a leader. I have more respect for the former Aryan gang guys who are getting their Nazi tats covered up. The commitment is admirable. Still, I have a hard time understanding how anyone is capable of going there in the first place.
Of course he should step down. Dressing up in black face or a Klan outfit is so far beyond a mere lapse in ethics as to be sickening. "Gee, I'm sorry, oh wait a minute maybe that wasn't me" is hardly an adequate response. Who gives a fuck what party he belongs to. His credibility as a statesperson is shot.
Did someone say crime scene? / I'm already intrigued... Does someone have a thing for badass gingers, perhaps?
Okay, so I’m doing this because of a forum thread where some people said they want to see more true stories here on Lush. So alright. Since the true story of my entire life is just like a porn movie, I thought it was high time to CUM forward, so to speak and let all you horny bastards and trollops in on some of the true events of my enviably amazing life. I certainly don’t mean to make...
Added 07 Apr 2019 | Category Flash Erotica
Stryker stared into the darkness down his prone body toward his feet but he couldn’t see them. They were six feet past his face in the vast expanse of nothing he’d been living in for weeks. He wiggled his toes to see if the gesture gave him perspective, but everything was floating. Then Ophelia’s thumbs dug into the left arch – grinding, pressing, rolling upward over his toes, bending each...
Added 05 Apr 2019 | Category Flash Erotica
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She felt the room close down to nothing, his hand under the hem of her burgundy dress, slow, steady slide up the inside of her thigh while her palms pressed into the bare concrete wall between grey metal fuse boxes. The one bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling was still swinging slightly from when Nason pulled the chain to turn it on. Her shadow was shuffling side to side on the...
Added 26 Feb 2019 | Category Flash Erotica
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Everybody said it was my mother threw acid on my face because I was born freak ugly from the start. But it was never her. It was one of her junkie boyfriends she had back then. The one called himself Uncle Danny. I was already six and not a baby anymore. And it wasn’t acid. It was cooking oil. The scars are from wet burns, not chemicals. Everybody just talks a lot of shit because everybody’s...
Added 16 Feb 2019 | Category Straight Sex
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Hunter sat on the sofa in the boxer briefs and T-shirt he’d thrown on after showering. He’d been at a crime scene all night with his partner, Duke. Now, he was counting on Lucy to erase it from his mind. She stood in front of him in a short, white robe, legs gleaming with a salon tan, arms crossed under her breasts. In the five months they’d been married, she’d been the perfect drug. If making...
Added 03 Feb 2019 | Category Flash Erotica
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The suitcase handle pulls up halfway and jams. Father looks at it like he can see down into wherever it’s stuck and lurches into a moment of pointless jostling. Quinn and mother watch him hand-wrestle the object with a vacant frown until he stops abruptly and plants his fists on his hips. One hand darts up to push his glasses back to the top of his nose and then goes back to his side....
Added 26 Jan 2019 | Category Flash Erotica
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Everything is breaking down and she tells him no, that she will not do what he has asked her to do. Neon sign on the side of the building lights her body through the window. The bodega on the ground floor is doing its usual late-night condom and mouthwash trade. A bottle hits the pavement hard. Light dances down the bare lines of her body and he can see she’s breathing deep and worrying...
Added 21 Dec 2018 | Category Flash Erotica
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Rosalia found the dog right around mid-afternoon a couple miles past the iron scorpion. The studio was in the garage stall of an old service station. The doors were open and the space was full of scrap metal and half-finished sculptures. Everything smelled like burnt iron. It was a hundred and five but he was leaning over welding one chunk of scrap to another. She didn’t want to shout over...
Added 21 Jan 2018 | Category Love Stories
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She leaned against the sink, not looking at him. “So I was thinking…” The frosted plexiglass of the shower steamed up while the water running over his ears made everything sound like it was going under. Sometimes her voice made him think of liquid pouring into an empty cup. But she was searching. Her head went into that tilt it did when she was reaching for the end of a sentence she...
Added 10 Sep 2018 | Category Flash Erotica
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The words we leave in our wake, must, For the beautiful vagabonds who find them Fallen and blown by the thousand tiny storms Of an average day into the furthest gutters Of the tired cities we live in, Fade. Everything we meant got lost. I want to learn the language of breath Rushing over the shell of her ear, Fingers tracing the fine bones in the back of her hand. The words we...
Added 14 Nov 2018 | Category Love Poems
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The late sun slanted through the windshield over the smooth skin of Lisa’s legs. They were flung across Arch’s lap, her toes grazing the bottom of the steering wheel. They'd been driving two hours now, and she still didn't have a clue where they were headed. He’d kept his free hand on her thigh the whole time except when he needed it to drive, and the scent of the citrus groves they were...
Added 17 Mar 2019 | Category Flash Erotica
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The son of a bitch was fucking her. Cooper knew it the moment he saw Miles Whiteman cast his eye on the dark-haired beauty standing by herself on the other side of the spacious salon. There had to be three dozen people laughing and mingling in between, but the older lawyer’s eyes lit on the much younger woman with the kind of surprised disapproval that could only mean one thing: she...
Added 06 Mar 2019 | Category Straight Sex
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Applause swelled and died off when someone opened the conference hall door and let it swing shut, leaving the crowd inside. Pryce had done the same thing twenty minutes ago. He’d gone into the bar and gotten a glass of bourbon, then opted to sit at the far end of the lobby close to the bar. Now the sudden noise pulled his attention from the twin, revolving doors where snow had begun to...
Added 29 Jan 2019 | Category Cheating
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The dream was over, crashing and burning with dawn. Nothing should’ve stopped them. The gate should’ve been open. Under the mask the housekeeper had given her, she’d only gone to the party to observe, to experience a night in this foreign country. It hadn’t been long until her modesty lifted with the pulse of the crowd, the pull of the energy, and the recklessness of life. Someone...
Added 02 Apr 2016 | Category Love Stories
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She flipped the mask around to the back of her head. It looked like she had her face on backward as she led him by the hand up a little cobbled lane built in a century of donkeys and carts. Burnt russet hair flowed around the edges of the mask, falling over her shoulder blades as he trailed her, gripping her hand as her lithe arm extended straight back. He was sorely tempted to stop short...
Added 30 Mar 2016 | Category Love Stories
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Echo James is on the run from a sordid life with a psychopathic ex-con and his collection of hedonistic followers. All the willowy blonde knows for sure is that her life depends on putting the past behind her, no matter what kind of unpredictable future lies ahead. Through a mutual connection,...
Lance meets the beautiful, raven haired Skye at a sidewalk café on the tropical resort island where he lives. The pair meet there every morning as Skye takes time out on her daily walk to the beach. With Skye in town on an extended holiday with her husband, she and Lance have ample...
When an erotic photographer brings an exotic yet inexperienced model all the way from Braizil to his remote, island home in Asia, the emotional wall he spent years building begins to crumble. Veronica can't help questioning how deep Nolan's interest in her runs. Despite his profession and the...
Once upon a time, Townes had been a straight up, by the book patrol officer. Right up until the night he was shot and stabbed by Cray, a low rent sociopath, and his gang. Left for dead in a junkyard ditch, Townes fights his way back. Over the next three years, he survives a tailspin of torment...
When fire breaks out in a dingy nightclub one night in the middle of a Lyla Charles concert, all Hell breaks loose. The little known, Haitian born soul singer is trapped, along with her band and the remainder of the packed crowd who couldn't escape before the exit is consumed in flames. All seems...
"A chance encounter brings Ilsa, the beautiful, blonde trophy wife of a prominent lawyer, to the undivided attention of one of her husband’s wealthiest and most controversial clients. The moment Dorn, a world renowned painter, meets Ilsa at a formal business function, he is immediately...
This trio of short tales by Frank Lee all revolve around temptation and dangerous desires. A sexy blonde trophy MILF who can't resist her third ex husband's sexy college stud son. The young inner city girl who loves her mother's ex lover. The girl next door who drives her father's former business...
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