Why are you back here?

Lit is somewhere that only reflects my own state of mind. If I come here seeking trouble, trouble is what I’ll find.

Typically, before I even load up the browser, I’ve already been in my own mind tip toeing around the idea, compromising and bargaining with myself. So, I’m consumed before even logging in.

That said, I’ve never regretted the time I’ve spent here. Even the most overwhelming moments have revealed information about myself and for that I’m grateful.
interesting, I find that my pre-conceptions from a lit session are very rarely how it plays out!
 
Year after year, time after time, I come crawling back to this place. Jekyll and Hyde, but it’s just me with my eyes cast low and my hand between my thighs and my phone in the other again, because maybe this time is the time I’ll find someone who can hold a mirror up in a position I can actually see myself in.

Because that’s really it, isn’t it? We want to be seen, heard, known, understood. Dissected and analyzed and broken down and figured out. We want to know why we are the way we are and why we don’t want to change. Why does it make me feel this way?

The definition of insanity is… blah blah blah.

That’s why I’m back. Why are you back?
I've got a mirror where do you want me hold it for you. 😜
 
Lit is somewhere that only reflects my own state of mind. If I come here seeking trouble, trouble is what I’ll find.

Typically, before I even load up the browser, I’ve already been in my own mind tip toeing around the idea, compromising and bargaining with myself. So, I’m consumed before even logging in.

That said, I’ve never regretted the time I’ve spent here. Even the most overwhelming moments have revealed information about myself and for that I’m grateful.
Your emotional intelligence about this is very refreshing.

And yes, seeking trouble often if not always brings us trouble in return. Knowing and expecting that is half the battle I suppose.

Your approach to coming here, tip toeing around the idea and negotiating with yourself about the pros and cons of clicking that login button is eerily similar behavior what addicts do before resuming their substance of choice. This place can be addictive.

But knowing and recognizing the pitfalls and then strategizing how to handle them is the best way to maintain a healthy relationship with the place and the good people here. Knowing what and who to avoid is key and it can be done.
 
Your emotional intelligence about this is very refreshing.

And yes, seeking trouble often if not always brings us trouble in return. Knowing and expecting that is half the battle I suppose.

Your approach to coming here, tip toeing around the idea and negotiating with yourself about the pros and cons of clicking that login button is eerily similar behavior what addicts do before resuming their substance of choice. This place can be addictive.

But knowing and recognizing the pitfalls and then strategizing how to handle them is the best way to maintain a healthy relationship with the place and the good people here. Knowing what and who to avoid is key and it can be done.

I’ve spent too much time in my own head haha.

It’s sort of annoying, being so emotionally intelligent, because I know that my reaction to possibly viewing this as an addiction is obviously a sign it’s more true than false.

Risk management, harm reduction, small little micro doses. That works for awhile, until something sparks. Sometimes I think it’s crazy that people can’t see what’s happening behind my eyes, because it gets so loud. The loudest music, the busiest crafts, the most enthralling book can’t drown out the static that draws me here.

I’ve resigned myself to a relapse as long as it can lead to sweet relief 😇 one more time can’t hurt much, right?
 
I’ve spent too much time in my own head haha.

It’s sort of annoying, being so emotionally intelligent, because I know that my reaction to possibly viewing this as an addiction is obviously a sign it’s more true than false.

Risk management, harm reduction, small little micro doses. That works for awhile, until something sparks. Sometimes I think it’s crazy that people can’t see what’s happening behind my eyes, because it gets so loud. The loudest music, the busiest crafts, the most enthralling book can’t drown out the static that draws me here.

I’ve resigned myself to a relapse as long as it can lead to sweet relief 😇 one more time can’t hurt much, right?
Each time it hurts less and less..😀
 
I’ve spent too much time in my own head haha.

It’s sort of annoying, being so emotionally intelligent, because I know that my reaction to possibly viewing this as an addiction is obviously a sign it’s more true than false.
Ha! Welcome to my world too. I emotionally intel myself into neurosis some days. I tell myself that Lit is a fascinating place with fascinating people who exhibit fascinating behavior that I am intrigued observing. It’s in the name of science I come here! 🤣
Risk management, harm reduction, small little micro doses. That works for awhile, until something sparks. Sometimes I think it’s crazy that people can’t see what’s happening behind my eyes, because it gets so loud. The loudest music, the busiest crafts, the most enthralling book can’t drown out the static that draws me here.
Maybe it’s the other way around? The static, in theory anyway, is a way of dealing with or soothing the loud in the rest of our lives. Like the empty calories of micro snacking here, soothes the insanity of the other stuff going on.
I’ve resigned myself to a relapse as long as it can lead to sweet relief 😇 one more time can’t hurt much, right?

Nah it can’t hurt. Sweet relief, I like that. 🙂
 
Also, in case anyone is up for some light reading:

"The true horror of existence is not the fear of death, but the fear of life. It is the fear of waking up each day to face the same struggles, the same disappointments, the same pain. It is the fear that nothing will ever change, that you are trapped in a cycle of suffering that you cannot escape. And in that fear, there is a desperation, a longing for something, anything, to break the monotony, to bring meaning to the endless repetition of days."

— Albert Camus, The Fall
Book:https://amzn.to/3CkQ9Ba

And just like that, it’s on the way.
 
I was here for a long time as a lurker. First, trapped in a sexless and very unhappy marriage.

Now in a very good marriage. But I like exploring my sexuality and sexual desires and fantasies. And hearing about other’s sexuality, desires and fantasies.

(For the most part) it’s a great community where we can stay anonymous and share our most intimate thoughts (and sometimes pics) with like minded people.

I am a bit infatuated with sex. It’s a huge part of who I am and what I need.

And I’ve found some nice communities on here too. BDSM, my over 50s crew, my music challenge compatriots, other veterans, sex freaks, oddballs, misfits, weirdos and other eccentrics.🤪😜
I'm still in my mostly sexless marriage. Still using this platform to engage in the erotic fantasies from stories / Forums and chat. Can be hit and miss on the chat
 
Like many others I came here many years ago to read the stories. Then I found the discussion boards and I have enjoyed fantasizing with many others. Lit is an escape from reality fun to come fantasize with others and explore with both men and woman.
Exactly.
I missed chatting with like minded ppl about our perverted thoughts. Sexting gets me off. Msg me
 
Year after year, time after time, I come crawling back to this place. Jekyll and Hyde, but it’s just me with my eyes cast low and my hand between my thighs and my phone in the other again, because maybe this time is the time I’ll find someone who can hold a mirror up in a position I can actually see myself in.

Because that’s really it, isn’t it? We want to be seen, heard, known, understood. Dissected and analyzed and broken down and figured out. We want to know why we are the way we are and why we don’t want to change. Why does it make me feel this way?

The definition of insanity is… blah blah blah.

That’s why I’m back. Why are you back?
I'm a voyeur and exhibitionist so it's it's pretty simple for me: to meet strangers to talk filthy and get off on cam with 😁

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I honestly only discovered recently that Literotica has online forums haha. I've been reading stories on the site intermittently for years but ever since I discovered the forums I started coming here to read the different stories and discussions people are sharing here.
 
I do get the feeling that my current cycle on Lit is soon to come to an end, in the same way it often does. There is the intensity that comes from signing up again, and while the boards are interesting, I feel I struggle to get the same engagement with people that I did 10 years or so ago when I used to be here more. Things change, I get that, and I am not being critical of anyone whatsoever. It is, what it is.
I’ve noticed that too, it seems like back ever a few years ago people were more interested in sharing and talking. Now it seems like many people just want to be entertained, like sit back and let the person your chatting with do all the work to carry the conversation.

Maybe Lit now has a different audience? Maybe I’m in the wrong section of the forums?
 
I’ve spent too much time in my own head haha.

It’s sort of annoying, being so emotionally intelligent, because I know that my reaction to possibly viewing this as an addiction is obviously a sign it’s more true than false.

Risk management, harm reduction, small little micro doses. That works for awhile, until something sparks. Sometimes I think it’s crazy that people can’t see what’s happening behind my eyes, because it gets so loud. The loudest music, the busiest crafts, the most enthralling book can’t drown out the static that draws me here.

I’ve resigned myself to a relapse as long as it can lead to sweet relief 😇 one more time can’t hurt much, right?
Is it as simple as the dopamine of a new connection?
 
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