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I wonder if the changing tastes of this poll are evolving as a result of our online personas are being more flushed out. It's probably the exact opposite, since the early votes came from established members and the later votes come from newer members that joined over the last year. The shifts in tr...

May : Fertility Dance, Rite of spring ?

August : Fire fighting, wild fires ?

September : Harvest, working in the fields ?

Words will be counted as words. Something like can’t would be one word but something like what you showed would be counted individually.

I have an ENM/sph story idea that I had fantasized about for years but felt I wasn't a strong enough writer. I still feel that after writing it :P. I will apologize up front for the bazillion run on sentences. If it gets hard to understand, I tried to take some of the advice a few folks gave me on m...

3 Gerard’s practiced reflexes saved his life. Ana’s aim was true and she would have skewered him like a pig had Gerard failed to parry. Instead, he expertly caught the lady’s blade with his own and threw it sideways. Still, the sword was dangerously close to his flesh, cutting a large swath through ...

The trick seems to be finding the balance between “hornyness” and nervousness. Though this particular story may need a reboot for that to work.

Thanks for posting the first version. Looking forward to reading the reboot version.

“Shrip!” Ana’s eyes went wide as she heard a clean, sharp, tearing sound. It was followed by the unmistakable feeling of cold air passing into her skirt. Ana looked down to see that Gerard’s blade had cleaved the left side of her skirt, leaving a long slit all the way up to her waistline. “Oh my wor...

5 “Have it your way then girl.” Gerard snatched her right hand with his and raised it up and over her head guiding her into a twirl. Then he snapped her back towards him and caught her by the waist then dipping her low to the ground. The motion broke loose her hair so that it cascaded ringlets of he...

6. Then Ana turned and ran for the back door. “Consarn it!” Ana swore as Gerard caught her near the egress, snagging the shoulder of her gown to pin her face-first against the wall. She tried to pull free but the sword had harrowed in deep, and she could feel the blouse ripping as she fought against...

Just a quick update. I mentioned something about this on the general discussion thread, but for the past week I’ve been recovering from a COVID-19 infection. Mild case overall, but since it started I can’t think straight. So from a writer perspective, I lost my voice. I feel like it is winding down...