I am an Artist painting in watercolor, retired Architect, photographer, who writes about women I have known and loved, or would like to, from the first ones to the present and the future. They may be young or old, and they may be real or entirely imaginary, or anything in between. My stories attempt to tell of my thoughts, feelings, and sensations while painting a picture with words that allows the reader to vicariously participate in the sex through detailed visual images of every fold and furrow, the moisture, and the scent of the participants. I include my first pussy and her mother. Most important are my feelings for them.These women that I have been privileged to know are beautiful, smart, sophisticated, and very sexual, and they are classy dressers. They want sex, lot's of sex, and want to feel free to enjoy or indulge themselves to their fullest. They want me to help them to a world where they can freely dream and express themselves sexually with me. They want to have sensual pleasure with me, giving and taking. Sometimes they want to be caressed, hugged, and fondled, and other times they want me to take them suddenly and conquer their bodies. They may be looking for someone who treats them as the special individuals they are, and shares a strong sense of the beauty of two people making love, or fill their need that may be unmet. They want to mingle our deep erotic imaginations in a fugue of passion. They express their sexuality to me quietly, fervently, noisily, and with skill and sometimes, abandon. They may initiate sex and we shower each other with love.They are brunettes, blonds, and redheads! They are short and tall, have lovely skin, long lustrous or short curly hair, shapely breasts of any size, and moist pussies. Remember, the sexiest part of a woman's body is her mind.We exchange pictures evoking intense and artistic sex dreams they want to experience with me, and we do.
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Good things happen to bad girls, lol<img src="/images/emoticons/bighugs.gif" alt="Big Hugs">
Some playful, secret intimate caressing can be nice. For example, in the elevator. The tension is creates is amazing. But relief happens in a safe environment, I would say.The fantasy of sex in a public space is enticing. The beach got mentioned quite a few times by some people and that was my first thought too. But then again, to have actual sex on the beach, I'm not sure. Perhaps in the water? Your comment inspired me to write a short piece on fooling around in the elevator. Very naughty indeed. Maybe becomes a Flash Erotica.In the camp grounds, outside of the tent, in the dark, very close to others was exhilarating too.
Like Big Daddy in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof said.."Mendacity" I think it's a lie to say you don't like them because you think they are fake. I can't usually tell the difference and sure don't care. Bring them to me. I love them all.
Ok boys, fake or real? / FAKE. (BUT I LIKE THEM JUST THE SAME)
1. No2.If I'm careful3. Mental4. No!!!5.Hop around
Lack of interest, dispassionate<img src="/images/emoticons/book1.gif" alt="book">
Most of my fantasies I write about.<img src="/images/emoticons/bighugs.gif" alt="Big Hugs"> And they keep me smiling! <img src="/images/emoticons/bighugs.gif" alt="Big Hugs">
*Strolls back into the classroom for clarification:TAMAR: "Is the question "wanna go private?" code for "I want to lick your pussy"? STEPH: Elaborate please. TAMAR: How about a "HOW to CYBERFUCK - part 2" please ?STEPH: OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE! We have stragglers? TAMAR: Indeed.STEPH: Coming right up! TAMAR: Thank you. STEPH: There'll be a quiz... with a public posting of scores.TAMAR: Perfect. The wittiest, sexiest women here!
I have family in the military. They won't touch social media (Facebook, etc), or allow photos (either on home turf or from theatre) to be used anywhere, because of the information they contain. They won't even use apps like Strava for tracking physical leisure progress on their private phone.If you access the internet, however you choose to, you can be tracked in different ways. Therefore, it is important how we conduct ourselves. Anything within private messages, and even from those thingies that disguise your location, etc, can be scrutinised by those who know how.We all know our private lives are our own, but that the world seeks to bring some down in whatever way they can. In such instances, as long as our activities are not illegal, or borderline, then we have a small corner to fight from.As far as being tracked goes, welcome to the 21st century! Nicola has built something that most could only dream of, and not only afforded immense pleasure (sexual, emotional, etc) to thousands (millions?) of individuals, but she has also educated and freed people such as myself in different ways.This is not some massive commercial company from the off. It was built from nothing by starting with one individual's dream, and it is a pleasure for me to know that not only does she (rightly) ask for help with the running costs, but perhaps in the future, she might even make some profit for herself.I can't currently afford to pay, but have been gifted Bronze because of my drop of offerings in this heaving ocean of pleasure. If I could afford Gold, then I would buy it. I would buy it for two reasons: because it is time to give something back to keep this growing site (and it WILL continue to grow) travelling onwards and upwards, and to show one woman and her team that they effing deserve support from this user.As for being tracked, as long as I'm not stepping near or over any legal lines, then I'm happy to be scrutinised. I no longer work in a certain field, and if I did, there is still nothing that I am ashamed of, or that could lose me my job via private investigators for ignorant people with nothing better to do than hound those who need some help getting off for stress release.So yes, when I can afford to pay, I will. Because not only do I believe it is right and good to put something back if I am able, but Nicola has also chosen to keep the original features of the site FREE. Her concept is still here, and still available. There are different branches that have grown, and we can climb higher if we wish. But the trunk of the tree is still accessible. It would be nice if the dogs didn't pee where I'm sitting, but I'm prepared to sit around the other side of the trunk and ignore them. <img src="/images/emoticons/icon_sunny.gif" alt="sunny"> Observe, she writes beautifully even when just making a comment! I want her writing here.
The only problem I see is the abrupt way it was done. Not polite nor appreciative of the members, who are after all, the reason for Lush to exist.What shall I do with 5 or 6 stories I am writing?
I learned the sounds of little birds being crushed when I was sixteen as all three of us slept in one room. In the darkest part of the night, when they were sure I was asleep, she would quietly roll over on him and take him in her mouth. Soon, his cock became long and erect. She would get on her knees with her chest flat on the mat and he would mount her from the rear, her ass and pussy up...
Added 13 Mar 2019 | Category Flash Erotica
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You were lying on your back in that grassy field on the blanket in the dappled shade as before. The sunlight undulated across the hilly contours of your body through the gossamer thin, white sun dress showing a dark triangle of silky hair. It clung to the shallow valley between your upper thighs; translucently thin, it strained to reach halfway down to your knees before it revealed your...
Added 25 Sep 2018 | Category Flash Erotica
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Of the dozen middle aged students who showed up for my new painting class, a thirtyish Swedish woman named Alin stood out. Although I was careful not to stare at any of the women to remain innocent of any inappropriate behavior, she caught my eye immediately because of her honey blond hair, slim body, and full breasts. I was able to gauge Alin’s figure as the evening’s instruction went...
Added 18 Aug 2018 | Category MILF
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Yuki was sitting in her big swivel chair with her legs up on her computer desk, spread wide apart like a whore, with her fingers deep in her cunt, rubbing and circling. I could hear her hard breathing, desperate, close to her climax. She didn't know I was there in the near total dark of the half-lit room. I had watched the whole thing; how she had parted the hem of her crimson and white...
Added 05 Feb 2016 | Category Flash Erotica
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Florence, A City Cat I picked her up at her dorm that evening just after dinner, for tonight was my “Hot Date” with her after about 5 nothings. She came from a wealthy, connected family of writers, editors, actresses, and celebrities, and had gone to that exclusive girls’ school where the debutantes and other special people learn manners, and how to be special. I was just a small-town...
Added 18 Aug 2015 | Category First Time
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As I woke this morning, I gradually opened my eyes to a diagonal slash of golden sunlight moving across the bed, a strange bed. It slid across the dark wood floor, up the side, across the satin sheets, and over his ass. His ass? Oh my god, where am I and how did I get here, and whose ass is that? It’s a nice ass, a wonderful ass, chiseled like a Michelangelo sculpture, hard and tight. Now...
Added 16 Sep 2014 | Category Flash Erotica
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Susan had never experienced sex until today, living alone with her abandoned repressive mother. She was a big girl with a simmering undiscovered sexuality locked in the frozen consciousness of herself. Men had hit on her; Phil wanted to fuck her relentlessly, trying to get in her clothes, kiss, feel, and touch her all to no success. The thought of a body, any body, her body, broke her out...
Added 22 Jan 2017 | Category Flash Erotica
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When we got home last night from the party, it was very late, almost dawn. It had rained, everything smelled fresh, and looked shiny. It had already started to get light, that milky, soft, quiet glow when the sun is straining to climb over the edge of the horizon. I had my tux on and had gone in to take off my bowtie and opened my shirt when I realized she wasn’t with me, so I went back to...
Added 13 Jul 2014 | Category Flash Erotica
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My wife of some years and I were sitting in a coffee shop the other day, right across the street from the main campus of the world-famous university. Naturally, it was crammed full of students and people of all sizes, shapes, ethnicities, and future world leaders. In walked the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in real life. She was about eighteen, six feet tall, had long...
Added 08 May 2014 | Category Flash Erotica
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Yesterday was my seventeenth birthday, a day I’ll never forget because I celebrated it with Kyle. We have been friends since Sunday school, and he is my mentor, idol, and the only grownup man I know, he's at least ten years older than me. I trust and confide in him about everything important because he is honest and gentle with me, never judging my silly or foolish behavior or...
Added 07 May 2014 | Category First Time
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