Letoria

What kind of stereo did you have that required tubes? Was it one of those old all-in-one beasts that also passed for furniture? I remember in high school when the Sony cassette Walkman, complete with the 2 D-cell batteries was really cutting edge cool, and then the super high tech CD players came out. Now things change so fast, I've more or less thrown in the towel as far as keeping up with things. I stick with a few programs and tech toys I'm familiar with, and I wave bye-bye as Progress roars passed and leaves me in a cloud of dust. The way my brain functions, it's probably inevitable that I let you geeky folks figure things out on the tech side, and then hopefully dumb them down to be idiot-proof for those of us unable to keep up with the changes, and you chase the latest wave of new stuff. I will say in my own defense, I'm pretty good with things like MS Word (Duh! I'm writing and posting here) and Windows 8, and I have a Kindle, but I'm only limping along trying to grasp all of the various ever-changing new tablets and phones out there. It makes the circuits (which aren't much different than the solid state ones that ran the first tubeless tech toys) in my brain sizzle and burn out. Something to chew on: More and more people are living -- and living robustly -- passed 100. Imagine all of the changes they've lived through. It's astonishing when you really ruminate on it.

Remember how TV pictures would either roll horizontally so the picture moved as if it were on a rolodex, or the vertical break up? There were buttons you had to fiddle with to get the problem to stop. Lucky was the family that had a TV antenna (remember those?) mounted on a rotor so it could get the best signal possible. And I remember how a TV repairman came to our house to fix the set using an assortment of tubes, something I thought bordered on witchcraft.

My mother used to grumble, "You don't know how lucky you kids are. We had party lines, never mind our own phones." (And you walked up hill to school both ways in blizzards, too, Ma)

Thankfully my wife is a geek, as is my son, so between the two of them, I can wander through life in blissful ignorance. BTW, You of course remember when TV channels were changed by twisting a knob, and phone calls were made spinning by a dial. A town not far from where I live had crank telephones until 1982 -- that's a bit much, even for me.

Yup, I also managed to figure out the backdoor method you posted previously, which is quite an achievement for someone who until recently thought Android Galaxy was a Star Trek destination. (Ladies and gentlemen, she can be taught! )

Please, accept my condolences on your losses. Losing two loved ones to cancer in one year is a cruel and difficult thing to deal with. Truly, my heart goes out to you. I hope you avail yourself of Hospice follow-up services when you need them. I very often get asked how I can deal with a job that's all about death. The thing most people don't understand is that it isn't about death, it's about life, a life lived, and a life to be celebrated and embraced. It's about reflecting on the lessons of life, which can then be used to pass on one's accumulated wisdom. It's a wonderful job, and I am most assuredly the one who is blessed for being given the opportunity to be a part of people's lives. May I always remember that.

Ha! I'm so naive I don't even know how to check my stats. I came here to post a question asking how to find out what my stats are. Can anyone explain the process to this babe in the wilderness?

Outstanding! I'm a hospice nurse, and genuine empathy is required skill. As an aside, a bit more empathy in our day to day interactions with our fellow human beings isn't such a bad idea either. I don't know what you got for a grade on the paper, but I would have given it an A+

I think, in referring to the original question, it would all depend on your target audience. If writing for a male audience, you can probably get away with wallowing in detail about breast sizes as if you carry a measuring tape with you. When I start reading an erotic story, and within the first two paragraphs I read something like, "His eyes took in Mary's firm 40DD tits (or breasts)..." I know its porn aimed at a male audience. But I suspect it's a perfectly acceptable way to describe breasts for the right audience. I don't think a gay or bi woman reader is over fascinated by breast size. I'm in the process of writing an erotic lesbian story that's now up to 200+ pages, and I don't think I've ever done more than make vague reference to size or appearance. Texture of the nipple when suckling and nibbling, absolutely. Describing how a breast feels in your hand or under the pads of your fingers as you caress it, the textures, the reactions of your lover when you flick her nipple with your tongue are all good techniques when writing erotica aimed at a female audience -- and it works for men interested in reading more than porn. Remember guys, it shouldn't come across like she's having a breast exam at her annual ob/gyn appointment. Be creative and subtle, ever so subtle. Insofar as lactation is concerned, it's quite possible for a woman to lactate without being within 20 years of her last pregnancy. It's not easy, and it isn't going to happen in the heat of the moment. It takes time and a lot a patience (plus there are drugs which can speed up the process). There's an entire subculture devoted to it called Adult Nursing Relationships.

I'm a lesbian, but I didn't realize that as a young girl. Memories of that time of life are hazy at best -- I don't know about anybody else, but my memory is not linear; it's more of a pastiche, a series of vague and discrete episodes living in various places in my brain. I don't remember ever practicing kissing with any of my friends, nor do I remember any special desire to. I do remember we used our dolls as surrogates for adults in our imaginary worlds, and we'd put the dolls face to face and pretend to kiss. I have vague memories of fantasizing about kissing a certain girlfriend about the time I hit puberty, but the very idea of kissing another girl was so terrifying, I pushed that and subsequent fantasies into a deep vault somewhere in the infernal regions of my mind. I never kissed another woman until I was 32 (and I still count that as my "First Kiss", my 13 year hetero marriage notwithstanding). As far as I'm concerned, BronxWench said it perfectly when she wrote: "First kisses are fun, because you're sort of exploring each other. It's all new and fascinating, to discover the way the other person kisses. Do they thrust with their tongue, or is it a gentle sort of exploration? That sort of thing... As you kiss, you can feel a lovely tingling working its way through you. Nipples become more sensitive, and begin to peak a little. There's a warm feeling pooling low in your belly, and you might begin to experience a little wetness as your arousal grows. I'll assume hands are busy exploring as well, and those touches are going to intensify what you're feeling. Gentle teasing or rubbing of the nipples, hands tracing the curves of hips and buttocks, or wrapping around a slender waist... I don't imagine the gender of your partner is going to affect the way you feel as you grow aroused"

I took Freshman Comp 101 in nursing school 25+ years ago. That's the sum total of my formal writing education. I'm a pretty good writer. At least I know what a semi-colon is and how it's used, and I know all about paragraphs. After I graduated nursing school and entered the real world, I immediately learned Comp 101 was utterly useless in writing nurse's notes, which consists of a highly specialized form of writing that values writing in a specific form of shorthand. I also learned that Comp 101 notwithstanding, very few of my peers could write a complete sentence without spelling errors. I used to laugh at the astonishing errors -- things they should have known in 7th grade -- of the nurses who graduated from the four year Bachelor of Science program, which requires several advanced writing classes. So, does Comp 101 have any value? It all depends on the student's level of motivation and interest, and whether or not the professor/instructor actually expects students to learn. In my case, it was pointless. I learned to write by reading and writing. There are no better teachers.

I've just added two new chapters -- five and six -- to my ongoing erotic story, "Karen and Laci" These two chapters are the last of the "Fun" installments for a long while. I'll post Chapter 7 next week. It's a shocker if you've followed the entire story. It will hit you, and hit you hard. It marks a major turning point to the story. But!...... That's still a week or so away. As always, comments of any kind are welcomed and greatly appreciated. I take great pride in answering all comments within two days -- and I don't use boilerplate. Each response is personal. Fandom: Original Warnings: Ff, fingering, oral, Minor1,

Thank you for such an awesome answer. I post on other sites, and I've never before had such a clear, concise, easy-to-understand, no BS reply to a question I've posted on a forum. Special thanks for the heads up on how to manage multi-chapter stories. If your prompt and very helpful reply is any indication of how things are run here, I believe I'm going to be a very happy member. Thank you again!

Still too new here to be fully comfortable with the mechanics of posting and editing. Can someone please check and make sure I got it right? I don't want to be a source of trouble. Thanks Letoria

I just posted Chapter 2 http://original.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600107121 This a very explicitly sexual installment. After this chapter, the plot begins to take over, and the juicy parts are driven by the story rather than the other way around.I am acute aware that the positive portrayal of sexual activity between a minor and an adult is controversial. All can do is ask readers to judge the story on it's merits as opposed to its content. As you progress, it should become clear that this is a complex story with no simple, knee jerk answers.

Hi everyone. I'm new to AFF, and I'm excited to be here. Though I'm new here, I have posted my story on my own website, and other story sites/archives. Two years ago, after a lighthearted challenge from my wife, I decided to try writing a story that my imagination already conjured from a mundane scene I witnessed in a restaurant. I initially envisioned a fairly strokie story consisting of a series of erotic vignettes between an adult woman and a teenage girl (this pairing made necessary by the mundane scene from which it got its genesis). The first two chapters clearly reflect this naive expectation. By Chapter 3, I reached a crossroads. The Muse Calliope banged on my front door, invited herself in, sat down at my kitchen table, and bade me sit across from her. I didn't, she informed me, know what I was playing with. The ideas churning in my head were breeding hitherto unimaginable possibilities. Calliope told me I had two choices. I could stick with the original idea for a series of vignettes in a one-off erotic story, or I could change course and go on a new and entirely unpredictable journey. If I decided to stick with my original plan, Calliope would say good-bye, leave me to my little story, and maybe her sister Erato would drop a nugget or two before I put pen and paper away for good. If, however, I elected to take Calliope's challenge, the potential reward was great, if intangible. The path would be littered with pitfalls and dark spots, dead ends, uncertainties, and great challenges. Calliope promised she'd always be there, but she did say she was rarely straightforward, preferring I figure things out on my own. Her sister Erato would join her from time to time, and if I trusted them and myself, I would learn much, though I’d find myself slave to these lovely characters. No, the path Calliope offered was not the easy path, but what had I ever accomplished in life that wasn't difficult. The decision was mine, she said. I weighed the pros and cons before finally accepting Calliope's challenge. That was 12 Chapters ago. I am now working on Chapters 15 and 16. My growth as a writer is evident as you wend your way through each new installment. My early flaws slowly fade, my confidence increases, and the challenges I present myself become greater as things progress. Now, “Karen and Laci” is a full-blown story of love, redemption, and growth. It asks the question, "Can an otherwise rational 35 year old business woman and mother, fall deeply in love with her estranged daughter’s troubled best friend? Can a girl find the love, support, and validation she so deeply craves with her a best friend's mother, a woman she has secretly worshiped?" When I accepted Calliope's challenge, I immediately fell victim to the law of unintended consequences. Originally the first three chapters were meant to bring the couple together. When it morphed into its present form, I discovered I'd created several major problems, each hanging over my head like a Sword of Damocles. I've managed some of these problems, while others still hang fire. Those early mistakes have caused headaches, but they've also forced me to learn hard lessons. Thus, I have no intention of going back and "fixing" the early chapters. They may be clumsy, over written, overly strokie, and stretching things a bit, but by Chapter 4, the story takes over. I'm aiming for the literate audience, people who are comfortable with art in all its manifestations -- visual, tactile, musical, and written – who aren’t prone to kneejerk reactions, and are willing to judge things on their own merits. I'll be posting a new installment every week. I welcome all feedback, suggestions, comments, and criticism (delivered politely). I invite readers to give it a look.