Allow myself to introduce...myself ;)

[TxRad]

Are you telling me those voice I keep hearing are in my head????

Damn now I have to apologize to a lot of people for telling them to shut the fuck up....ooopsss do I get spanked for using that word?

Only if ya want to be........ i have a nice comfy lap for you to bend over....

 

[Aurora Black]

I think we're scaring the poor newbie. *cackles*

 

[McKenna]

Hiya.
New to the forums, haven't made my way round all of them yet, so Mods, please feel free to shift me if I'm in the wrong place.

Just wanted to say hello. Everyone on the forums seems to know each other and, while I'm starting to recognise posters nobody knows me. I will now remedy this situation...if I can.

I am English, in my early twenties, female and a student.
I am making the most of my summer holidays to do some writing for Literotica, because as soon as I go back to Uni I will have sh*tloads of essays to do and I only have so much writing-power in me at any one time.

I tried to write short stories of the non-erotic type, but they came out very pedestrian and I couldn't really find a market for them so I tried submitting a couple of the erotic stories I'd written for myself and they were well received.

I enjoy the feedback and seeing what votes I've been given and checking the public comments and it is these things that drive me on to keep writing.

Most of my favourite things start with a 'C' i think. My own real-world name, cats, chocolate, chatting...
Actually, I'm just being facetious. I like lots of stuff that starts with other letters, but I was trying to be quirky ... I now know that doesn't work.

Um... I really hope I posted this in the right place, because it always annoys me when newbies f*ck up their posts on other forums I'm on and I want to chat to people, not p*ss them off from the start.

Anyways, look forward to... well, a response.
x
V

ps- didn't know if swearing was allowed, hence all the asterisks. I'm not scared of swearing but, again, didn't want to offend...

Nobody move! We don't want to spook her and scare her off!

Seriously though, welcome to the AH. Curse to your heart's content, we're all family here. Sort of. Don't mind Amicus in the corner, he's sorta like the uncle one baits with political nonsense just to see him spew. heart: for Amicus.)

Jump into the forums and post away; there's no better way to get to know us, and to let us get to know you.

Best,
McK

 

[Vermilion]

Jeez - what kind of a wuss do you lot think I am?
Takes more than a bit of swearing and gibberish to scare me off - you should meet my family. Seriously.

So? No questions?
Grand. Guess I can just go browse stuff then...

ooh, also - the 15 50 words stories - anyone tried that? I set myself the challenge and managed five before falling asleep, but that's what you get when you write in bed at 1am...

Somebody mentioned challenges, which is why I brought that up, but perhaps you had something else in mind.
I'm always happy to give it a try if someone wants to set me something
x
V <game for... well, almost anything really>

 

[rgraham666]

Oh good. We haven't scared her off.

Never do challenges myself. Adding competition and expectations to the equation freaks me out and I can't write at all. Any contests I enter are because of serendipity. I just happen to have something that fits the theme.

Nice to see you back, V.

 

[Guest]

 

[Vermilion]

Also, Ogg (proper name Oggbashan) is our resident king of 50 word stories.

Glad the potty-mouthed dragon didn't scare you off.

Yup. T'was his 'How To' that inspired me to try it.
Ah well... looking forward to more wackiness.
x
V

 

[McKenna]

So? No questions?
Grand. Guess I can just go browse stuff then...

Oh. You wanted questions? Okay...

What's the square root of 364,725, 398?






(just kidding, I don't even know the answer)






Real Questions:
1. Favorite book?
2. Favorite Author?
3. Favorite genre to write?
4. Taste in music?
5. Least favorite pet peeve?

 

[Guest]

welcome

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Enjoy the forum, the boards, the stories, the AV's.... Welcome to Lit. . .

 

[ChilledVodkaIV]

Be wary of imposters

Shelly lived in a small mining village. Not a Welsh mining village like you'd find in a Thomas poem with 'a black crack, jet black bollock sack', an ordinary mining village, attached to a town, built specifically for displaced foreign nationals in 1954 who were grudgingly welcomed to work either the green or the dark.

Shelly woke at 4.40 and descended the cold staircase in unstockinged feet, her small breasts dancing at each tentative step. As she opened the door to the living room the inrush of still air raised the down on her arms and goosebumped her pale flesh, painfully stiffening the rosebud nipples peaking each tit.

She ran across the room and pulled open the kitchen door the tiniest sliver that would afford her entrance to bathe, to bask in the latent heat from the dying remains in the grate. She huddled joyfully in the coalfired Scrooge of light that rubied the linoed floor, sitting on her heels, arms around knees, luxiuriating in the difference between warming skin and finger flicked pain on stiff, but softening teats.

After many moments, being brought from heavy drowse by the chink-clink-chunk of full mik bottles for empty outside the kitchen door, Shelly once again (the third day in a row) dared her devilish self to be caught absolutely naked outside her own home. Relief and dissapointment accompanied her back inside along with two full pints of silver top.

In those days, and at the end of those days, Shelly was having an affair with an old man that she knew. Quietly, but not sneakily she would visit him at home, sometimes in the evening and sometimes early in the morning, before the shift workers had their windows lit, seeing only by the glow of the fire on which they seared their bread before slathering each slice with dripping or very occasionally best butter, stolen from the larder, which meant that the children would have dry bread for their sandwiches.

This was the time that Shelly liked best. Before mothers rattled the coals, or rolled over in their beds to witness empty arms and another hour sleeping. This was the time that he would be rested and ready. And he was always surprised. Even when she visited every morning for a fortnight (and 5 evenings). He was constantly surprised by her attention. Shelly liked that he was surprised, it was her gift to him. He, in his turn, gave Shelly what gifts he could. Not jewelery or silk underware to horrify her mother but small, simple, precious things. A posy of delicate bluebells, picked in the woods on the tiresome walk home from 10 hours of back-breaking graft or a hand carved lump of obsidian-black coal, painstakingly shaped into the form of a struggling, dayblind pit pony.

But this wasn't '54 it was '98. The village (for village read housing estate) had been 'ripped untimely' from the age. Families no more. Pits no more. Neighbours no more.

The village had aged. Shelly was aged along with it. Shelly had aged prematurely to it.

In 1961, 'Old Peter' left her, and her own devices had never been capable of pointing out new directions. Her lovers now were young, strong men. They gave Shelly what they could with "ughs" and "aahs" and some fine lengths of slippery rope that would plunge her tirelessly until she cried 'enough'.

And that was fine, it was what she enjoyed.

And in all that time never once did Shelly think of 'Old Peter'. Not the miner's blue-black tattoos that patterned his broad back. Neither the strong delicacy of his miner's fingers nor the huffs and grampus puffs of his waning, weary old man exertions when she lay splay legged and sweated. Never once.

 

[Aurora Black]

Nice work, CV.

 

[Vermilion]

Oh. You wanted questions? Okay...

What's the square root of 364,725, 398?






(just kidding, I don't even know the answer)






Real Questions:
1. Favorite book?
2. Favorite Author?
3. Favorite genre to write?
4. Taste in music?
5. Least favorite pet peeve?

heh. I'm not a maths person, so I'm glad that wasn't serious

1- Um... 'Never Change' by Elizabeth Berg... or Lorna Doone... or... bum. Never Change made such a big impression it's always first on my mind when I get asked a question like that, but there are so many I love and I can't ever pick a favourite, because I love variety and different books for different moods.

2- See above, but a select few? Jane Austen, Elizabeth Berg, John Irving, Terry Pratchett, Thomas Hardy and Anais Nin (hell, Anais got me into the erotica thang).

3- Gah - I haven't decided yet. I'm pushing myself to try all different kinds so I can test my limits, but I guess I really enjoy writing BDSM/non-consent more 'kinky' style stuff...

4- Ecclectic. definitely. Eg- like folk, country, swing, big band, classical, rock, glam rock, pop, disco, jazz. About the only thing I don't like is metal. Unfortunately my boyf loves listening to AC/DC when he's driving. It's one of the main points of contention in our realtionship <grin>

5- Don't really understand this question. What is my least favourite pet? (rodents. esp. hamsters <growls at ex-boyf's hamster who she is still looking after>) or what is my pet peeve? (drivers who ignore the highway code or don't say thankyou when you let them through).

xxx
Hope this answers all and back atcha...
V

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

HI Vermillion.

Interesting nickname, any special significance to it or just a nice passionate color?

I'd have said Hi earlier but...... I'm easily distracted by shiny objects

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

Oh. You wanted questions? Okay...

What's the square root of 364,725, 398?

19097.78516 give or take

 

[Guest]

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

Watch out for Sal--that shiny thing that was distracting him was his very own silver tongue.

He's a flirt and a rogue and a rascal and a storyteller.

You forgot geek and charmer and kinkster and art critic and thread killer.

 

[Vermilion]

HI Vermillion.

Interesting nickname, any special significance to it or just a nice passionate color?

I'd have said Hi earlier but...... I'm easily distracted by shiny objects

Too distracted to read earlier posts I assume... That question has already been answered
Snap on the shiny-thing obsession, one of my RL nicks is Magpie because I am so drawn to anything that twinkles!
anyways... see if you can find the post in question
x
V

 

[Guest]

 

[Vermilion]

We don't want her throwing herself at you in her first week on the board.

Give the girl a month or so.

ah, doesn't matter. I'm a taken lady. Got me a big old Viking to ravage me!
Also... explain the description. Art critic? Thread-killer?
I want explanations...
x
V

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

ah there it is... cool colour, easy to remember, hides your real name.....


Your real name is Ermilio? wow, my father's aunt was named Ermilio.

And glad to know you lose your clothes so easily.

And Jammikins seems to like you so you must be good folk.

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Yo. Welcome.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Yo. Welcome.

You're uncharacteristically nice today.

Hi, Vermilion. I knew you already.

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

ah, doesn't matter. I'm a taken lady. Got me a big old Viking to ravage me!
Also... explain the description. Art critic? Thread-killer?
I want explanations...
x
V

Up above the Author's Hangout opening is thh Artists corner. I enjoy posting up there, encouraging others and waxing pseudo-profoundly but never getting around to posting any of my sketches or photographs or such.

And thread killer.... well I just seem to post something so confusing or absurd that people just stop posting there.

Its a gift.

 

[ABSTRUSE]

You're uncharacteristically nice today.

Hi, Vermilion. I knew you already.

Hi Lauren.

I'm jovial.