Going for it, finally.

It was a long time ago, and happened to a person who no longer exists. Also, I'm feeling much better now.
I'm glad you're feeling better. Feel free to message if you ever want/need to talk/bitch/whatever about whatever. I'm weird, but I also know how to listen. 🤷‍♀️
 
Daddy issues for days over here… no judgement! 🤣
My dad has been stoned since '85. I was born in '87. Do you know what chronic marijuana use does to your brain? Because I do. I'm also completely aware of why I have said daddy issues, and the thing that absolutely fascinates me? It hasn't alleviated it one bit! Usually knowing and understanding the root of an issue can help you navigate it.

So the only natural conclusion is that I just really want to fuck gruff veterans that are really beautiful artists at heart that now run successful tattoo shops and smell like whiskey and cigars.
 
At the picnic table at the State Park, we'd been teasing each other through our jeans for something like 20 minutes until we were both fit to pop, so I pulled into the state park. The lone picnic table just happened to be there on the edge of the deserted parking lot, and stuff went on from there, minus pants.

Something like that made it into one of my stories.

Minus her dominating him with magic and martial arts, of course. Same picnic table at the same state park, though. I visit the brewpub every few months; I like their IPA.
That's the problem with the AH, I end up with more and more stuff to read that I do not have the time for. Because yeah, I gotta read that one.
 
Other than some poetry written a way back when, my first piece of erotica is here:

O'Malley's Bar

I'd been talking to a Tumblr girl who'd seen some of my drawings, and I asked her, what's something you've done that you've never told anybody, and she told me. Which inspired my first story, O'Malley's Bar.

My dad died many decades ago, but when my mum died, around the same time I joined Lit, I was going through his papers and found a piece of erotica he'd written. From context, some time in the seventies, I think. Whether my mother ever read it, I have no idea, but she might be the subject of it, I'm not sure. So that was a little weird. Possibly explains why my upbringing was slightly left of centre.

I should publish it here. Other than my dad, and possibly mum, no-one else on the planet would have seen it.
 
Fantastic and beautiful story! I think that's what prompted me to make this post today. Most of my stuff to date has been erotic, but few have had any of my kinks in them. That's changing and even here, I still feel a bit apprehensive.
That's the best sort of erotica: raw honesty, no filter.
 
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