Say What You Need to Say II

Is there such a thing as a reasonably horny person? 😂
Hey I'm quite reasonable with it. I only unleash the beast if asked to.

For a long time I lived with a choked off heart. It poisoned me. I vow in this second half of my story, to live with my heart wide open.

Veritas, sinne timore.
 
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I am an unreasonably horny person in general and I can't figure out if I should worry about that or not.
I've been that way for a long time too. There is enough shit going on, and enough stuff taken away from me, that it's really become my only break from life.
At the same time, I've sort of given up on it.

A few friends here are what keep me going some days.

I've seen a lot of pain here, and hear a lot of horrible stories from people's past. I also hear some amazing stories, and heartwarming things. But those are so few and far between now. But, you have to search them out. They're written between the lines.
 
I've been that way for a long time too. There is enough shit going on, and enough stuff taken away from me, that it's really become my only break from life.
At the same time, I've sort of given up on it.

A few friends here are what keep me going some days.

I've seen a lot of pain here, and hear a lot of horrible stories from people's past. I also hear some amazing stories, and heartwarming things. But those are so few and far between now. But, you have to search them out. They're written between the lines.
I needed to hear this today man, thank you.
 
Now I’m not one to speak my mind too often and this is a very unpopular opinion… but if you’re wearing a fragrance with heavy cedar and sandalwood, you smell like a pickle. I don’t care if you spent a whole bunch of money on Santal 33. It’s not good. This trend of smelling like a pickle must stop.

It was very brave of me to speak my truth.
 
I'm not saying it makes sense. Its far too soon. We've both been down the same road so many times. Today when I felt my heart frozen with fear, I couldn't pretend anymore. I would do most anything for you, if you needed me to.
Maybe there aren't words for it, or maybe its all in my mind. All I know is that I can't lose you.

All you ever have to do is reach out for me. I can't say it to you. I can't type it to you. But today I understand,
 
Don't put off getting in touch with someone. Don't keep pushing that nudge aside. Go ahead and call. You never know what tomorrow will bring, or never bring again.

I read this and made the call to a friend who I haven’t spoken to in a very long time as we had a falling out. They didn’t answer but I did leave a message that probably sounded silly. BUT, at least I made the call. Thanks bfg69.
 
A talk with a friend today and in fact over the last few days, has me thinking about my life on Literotica. I've been here for 22 years of my life. I remember when it was just a bunch of perverted 3-40-50 something writers and the handful of young perverts in training who jerked off to their stories, talking about writing and sex and sharing ideas, and porn.

I remember when @Laurel and @Manu used to post with us. I remember so many fun threads and the laughs, the sexiness. My sexuality was largely informed by Literotica. Ladies, those of you who were here then, writing? I want you to know that I used to touch myself, dreaming about your characters. About you too, wondering if you were really as depraved and hungry as your words implied. I hope so. I learned so much from you.

The forums taught me a lot of lessons too. I made friends here, one that has lasted all these years, with @tolyk, who has become my brother in many ways. Even though he is an annoying know it all. Who looks entirely too good naked. But don't tell him that, you'll cause his head to swell.

I found love here, the kind that went to real life. I had years of happiness and a whole lot of heart break. There are people who had to stop talking to me and even put me on ignore, because I'm crazy and too much. As much as it hurts to lose them, I do understand. A basket case may not mean to endanger your peace, but they still do it. I get it ladies, I do.

This place has meant more to me than I can really express. I've felt often like a completely unwanted, unwelcome outsider. I've felt like everyone hated me and I have felt attacked, ostracized, shunned. I've battled bullies and predators and tried to protect my community, even when some here thought I was the problem.

But I've also laughed and cried with others. Known a lot of Litsters who passed away and some who pretended to pass away. I've seen people form amazing connections, life long friendships and love affairs that spanned and even sometimes crossed the globe. I've known Litsters with real problems, who helped each other. Like a real community.

My role has never been that clear. I've stood in the shadows, outside, watching you all for all these years. Somehow even that felt like I was peripherally part of your community. I've been around so long, some people just sort of started to tolerate my presence, like a stray dog that roams the neighborhood.

Literotica has been special. If youre new here, I'm sorry you came in a time of such tumultuous change. Please, stick around for a while, get to know these wonderful people. You might just learn some things about yourself.

And if it is destined to collapse into the archives of the internets history...then So Long and Thanks for All The Fish.

 
Ladies, those of you who were here then, writing? I want you to know that I used to touch myself, dreaming about your characters. About you too, wondering if you were really as depraved and hungry as your words implied. I hope so. I learned so much from you.

They do not want to know this.
 
A talk with a friend today and in fact over the last few days, has me thinking about my life on Literotica. I've been here for 22 years of my life. I remember when it was just a bunch of perverted 3-40-50 something writers and the handful of young perverts in training who jerked off to their stories, talking about writing and sex and sharing ideas, and porn.

I remember when @Laurel and @Manu used to post with us. I remember so many fun threads and the laughs, the sexiness. My sexuality was largely informed by Literotica. Ladies, those of you who were here then, writing? I want you to know that I used to touch myself, dreaming about your characters. About you too, wondering if you were really as depraved and hungry as your words implied. I hope so. I learned so much from you.

The forums taught me a lot of lessons too. I made friends here, one that has lasted all these years, with @tolyk, who has become my brother in many ways. Even though he is an annoying know it all. Who looks entirely too good naked. But don't tell him that, you'll cause his head to swell.

I found love here, the kind that went to real life. I had years of happiness and a whole lot of heart break. There are people who had to stop talking to me and even put me on ignore, because I'm crazy and too much. As much as it hurts to lose them, I do understand. A basket case may not mean to endanger your peace, but they still do it. I get it ladies, I do.

This place has meant more to me than I can really express. I've felt often like a completely unwanted, unwelcome outsider. I've felt like everyone hated me and I have felt attacked, ostracized, shunned. I've battled bullies and predators and tried to protect my community, even when some here thought I was the problem.

But I've also laughed and cried with others. Known a lot of Litsters who passed away and some who pretended to pass away. I've seen people form amazing connections, life long friendships and love affairs that spanned and even sometimes crossed the globe. I've known Litsters with real problems, who helped each other. Like a real community.

My role has never been that clear. I've stood in the shadows, outside, watching you all for all these years. Somehow even that felt like I was peripherally part of your community. I've been around so long, some people just sort of started to tolerate my presence, like a stray dog that roams the neighborhood.

Literotica has been special. If youre new here, I'm sorry you came in a time of such tumultuous change. Please, stick around for a while, get to know these wonderful people. You might just learn some things about yourself.

And if it is destined to collapse into the archives of the internets history...then So Long and Thanks for All The Fish.

I can relate to a lot of what you mentioned. I haven't been here nearly as long as others but I've been coming here since I was a Sr. In high school and that was 12 years ago

I hope lit is around and alive for many more years to come
 
Fuck it. Nobody posts here but me anyway. I might as well say it all here.

I've actually never been in this much pain in my whole life. I know its stupid and I've BEEN SO STUPID.
Have you ever had so much emotional trauma and shock that you wanted to stop fucking being yourself?
The worst part is I can't even cry about it, even now. I also know I have no right to these feelings. Nobody lied to me or tried to fool me, I just do it to myself. I hurt other people doing it, too. My love is easy and intense and absolutely toxic.

My throat is raw and my voice damaged from screaming and it was enough to shake off the numb coldness. I know that I have to sit with these feelings and feel them and then let them go.

But right now I would like to crawl backwards through time to that operating table and never come home. I wish I couldn't feel anything. I've been unrelenting storm that wrecks all in its path. All of me is wrong. For everyone who gets close.

We all have to deal with the consequences of our choices. I chose to be here, even if right now I wish not to be. So I am going to try to deal with this. Alone as always. Its how god wants it t be I suppose.
 
Fuck it. Nobody posts here but me anyway. I might as well say it all here.

I've actually never been in this much pain in my whole life. I know its stupid and I've BEEN SO STUPID.
Have you ever had so much emotional trauma and shock that you wanted to stop fucking being yourself?
The worst part is I can't even cry about it, even now. I also know I have no right to these feelings. Nobody lied to me or tried to fool me, I just do it to myself. I hurt other people doing it, too. My love is easy and intense and absolutely toxic.

My throat is raw and my voice damaged from screaming and it was enough to shake off the numb coldness. I know that I have to sit with these feelings and feel them and then let them go.

But right now I would like to crawl backwards through time to that operating table and never come home. I wish I couldn't feel anything. I've been unrelenting storm that wrecks all in its path. All of me is wrong. For everyone who gets close.

We all have to deal with the consequences of our choices. I chose to be here, even if right now I wish not to be. So I am going to try to deal with this. Alone as always. Its how god wants it t be I suppose.
🫂🫂🫂 I wish I knew how I could help.
 
🫂🫂🫂 I wish I knew how I could help.
I know. Thank you. I also kow in the saner moments that there are a couple others who feel the same. There is nothing anyone else can do, I just sometimes beat the fuck out of myself. Sometimes emotionally, sometimes literally.

I deleted discord, so if you would like I can give you my telephone number, just PM me if you want. I'm actually thinking I might need to go to the hospital now I don't feel well. I'll tlk later if I can. Thank you for being my friend.
 
I know. Thank you. I also kow in the saner moments that there are a couple others who feel the same. There is nothing anyone else can do, I just sometimes beat the fuck out of myself. Sometimes emotionally, sometimes literally.

I deleted discord, so if you would like I can give you my telephone number, just PM me if you want. I'm actually thinking I might need to go to the hospital now I don't feel well. I'll tlk later if I can. Thank you for being my friend.
Oh no. Definitely go if you don't feel well.
 
The funny thing about this is that no one will even understand that I'm having a conversation with god about my love life right now. One long overdue...If you think its about you, it is. But mostly its about me.




 
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