Wit & Nipples šŸ’

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I was just sat thinking… and I wanted to share some of my thoughts, some of my inner ramblings. Because why the fuck not. Sonder( by definition: is the feeling of realising that every other individual you see has a life as full and complex as your own, with their own thoughts, experiences, and stories.). We’re all here, hundreds of thousands of different types of people; horny, lonely, curious, choosing as and when to enter in and out of this beautiful and erotic online ā€˜carnival’.

Sometimes I find myself wondering about the people behind the usernames and avatars. Not in a creepy, ā€œI need to know everything about youā€ way, but in a very human way. Because as much as we all interact, flirt, play, and connect, most of us are doing it through a version of ourselves we’ve chosen, (or needed) to construct.

I just think there’s something so fucking fascinating about that.

Some of you might be using Lit as a place to express desires or parts of your personality that don’t get airtime in your day-to-day ā€œnormalā€ life. Maybe you’re not so confident in the ā€œreal worldā€ and being here allows you to explore a more carefree side to your personality. Maybe you’re in a relationship or a marriage that doesn’t allow room for your actual preferences…Maybe you’re exploring sexuality in a way that isn’t ā€œsafeā€ to do offline. Maybe you’re just bored or unfulfilled in your current reality and this is an outlet. Or maybe, just maybe, you’re horny, and that’s okay too. šŸ˜‰

And then there’s the social layer: the not so silent validation, the power dynamics you may build with other users, the ā€˜attention economy’. It’s hard to ignore how those things shape our behavior here. It’s performance, yes, but not necessarily fake. Often, these ā€œmasksā€ we put on aren’t fabrications. They’re extensions of ourselves. Ways of figuring out who we are outside the constraints of daily life, societal roles, or personal obligations!

So when I say I often wonder about the people behind the characters, I mean I respect the complexity. (Sonder)

I’m so very, very aware that you’re (the people reading this & interacting) are not just what you present here.

None of us are.


THOUGHT and rambling number 2.

I’ve always believed that behind every seemingly innocent or conventional person, there’s a version of them that’s deeply perverted in the best possible way. Some people are just better at ignoring that part of themselves. But I can’t help wondering how suffocating that must be. To constantly repress something that is hardwired into you. To be afraid of a desire simply because it doesn’t fit what society finds palatable. So what if you fantasise about being peed on? About being ā€œkidnappedā€ by a masked man and taken deep into the woods? So what if you fantasise about your cock being used by a dominatrix for hours on end? But the idea of actually doing it scares you? Why? Because people might not approve? Because it’s ā€œweirdā€? Right. Well, in my humble opinion, enjoy the hollow satisfaction of staying within the lines. Enjoy knowing that one of the most instinctive, human things we’re capable of (sexual exploration) is something you’ve decided to treat like a threat instead of a possibility.I feel…well… bad for you.

And THAT ladies and gentlemen is why I freaking love this place, it doesn’t make space for repression, it allows us to express and be who we want! Anyway, ramblings, random thoughts done. Hope you found some of it at least a little interesting, I know it’s not half as enticing or interesting as nudes or my butt and tits … but nevertheless!
Beautiful lady 🫠
 
Oh, and whilst on the topic of ā€˜thoughts’, I thought, I’d leave this here again. For those that maybe want it ;)
The curve of her bare breast filled my palm, and we both made a noise of pleasure. I tweaked the hard bead of her nipple, loving the way her lids fluttered as her lips parted. She arched into the touch, her head tilting to the side. I kissed my way along her neck, pinching that sweet nipple, tugging it.
 
The curve of her bare breast filled my palm, and we both made a noise of pleasure. I tweaked the hard bead of her nipple, loving the way her lids fluttered as her lips parted. She arched into the touch, her head tilting to the side. I kissed my way along her neck, pinching that sweet nipple, tugging it.
Those things could fill a 4 man tent, never mind a palm!
 
I’m not religious either, but isn’t it hot that the Italians call the pope Daddy?
For what it's worth, you're mistaken: daddy in Italian is papĆ , whereas Papa can only mean the successor of Christ from the Greek word pappas which means father (different from daddy although it may be the same person) as much as in English he is called Holy Father, the reference is merely religious
 
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