What Are You Thinking? Continued 14

Oh, no. I'm a horrendous artist. I meant a piece for this site. In previous entries I've likened a character's tail to that of a dinosaur's and I was wondering if I ought to elaborate on it. I've since elected not to.
Ahhh that makes sense.

I am here mostly for the forum and there just isn't enough time im the day to read some of the awesome erotic stories on this site
 
Ahhh that makes sense.

I am here mostly for the forum and there just isn't enough time im the day to read some of the awesome erotic stories on this site
I'm hoping to find some interesting stories through the forums. I used to browse amatuer writing boards all the time a few years ago, and you tell a lot about someone's work by how they interact with others.
 
I'm hoping to find some interesting stories through the forums. I used to browse amatuer writing boards all the time a few years ago, and you tell a lot about someone's work by how they interact with others.
Some good fishing areas around these parts.

I have recently tried writing my first fictional erotic story
 
If I had a nickel for every time a Germanic, pagan army from the Denmark area invaded and conquered large parts of southern Great Britain....
 
When desire has been stifled for so long it feels like a phantom limb - bitten down until your jaw aches, buried so deep you almost believe it’s gone…
When you’ve been taught to swallow it whole, to smother it in silence, to render it invisible…
When the world has branded it shameful, told you to strip it from your bones, taught you to wear the absence like armor -

And then you stumble into a place called Lit.

Here, you are not a sin to be scrubbed clean.
Here, you are not a secret to be hidden in shadows.
Here, you can breathe the air raw,
and run naked through the fire of your own hunger,
laughing at the chains that once held you.

It isn’t about wanting to be admired.
It’s about wanting to be true to yourself - to stand in front of the mirror, bare,
and see not shame in the softness of skin or the heat in your eyes,
but something untamed, beautiful, and unashamed.

Here, desire isn’t a crime.
It is a birthright.
It is the wild thing that has always been yours.
And in this place,
you don’t have to apologize for the way you burn.

Letter to Myself

Please… don’t judge me for my desire.
Don’t mistake it for something shallow or shameful.
It’s not a performance, not a plea to be adored.

It’s the marrow of who I am.
It’s the way my pulse remembers things my lips never said.
It’s the wild in me that refuses to be buried under polite smiles and small talk.

I don’t want your crown. I don’t want your pedestal.
I want to stand in my own skin and not feel the sting of your condemnation.
To let my wanting breathe without being told it’s too much, too raw, too wrong.

Desire, to me, is not sin.
It is truth.
It is the spark that says I am alive.
And if you can’t see the beauty in that -
look away.

Because I will not extinguish my fire to make you comfortable.

Thank you. I’ve been wrestling with myself lately - not understanding why my desire burned so fiercely, why it felt like a storm I couldn’t outrun.

For a while, I tried to tame it. Tried to press it down into something quieter, smaller, more acceptable. But it would not die.

So I stopped fighting it. I chose to accept it - to stand in my own fire without apology. This letter was my vow to myself: that my wanting is not wrong, it is mine.

I share it in the hope it reaches anyone
standing in that same battle, and reminds them - you don’t have to extinguish your flame to belong.
OMG! @Carmina24, I wish I was capable of describing what's happening to me right now like you do... Such a beautiful and powerful words... Thank you!
 
My new cardiologist said no more plavix and BP med. I said please and thank you. BTW, stress tests are not for weenies. You better be in shape for the 10 minute stress test. :)
 
It's depressing when supposed English speakers have lame excuses for basic English mistakes.
It's the internet, so there's a lot that's excusable, but "I just got up" isn't an excuse for using words wrong, especially when it's clear the words are misused because they are mispronouncing them in reality.
I just witnessed someone talking about "stalking" shelves at work instead of stocking shelves.
They tried to tell me it's because English is dumb and has multiple definitions.
No, this isn't a multiple definition thing, this is a two different words thing.
Clearly they failed to ever comprehend the spoken different between stalk and stock.
Also, it's not a matter of you just getting up because you obviously have misunderstood the words for a while now.
I could only just walk away.
Funny, and I agree. At work last week I was stuck in my cubicle and had to listen to a coworker say 5 TIMES! flustrated... Oh my god I thought I was gonna bash my head into my desk.
 
My feet are sore.
85km / 53 miles of hiking in 4 days.
Definitely ready to sleep well tonight…. or maybe just a lil’ more scrolling in here ☺️
 
Funny, and I agree. At work last week I was stuck in my cubicle and had to listen to a coworker say 5 TIMES! flustrated... Oh my god I thought I was gonna bash my head into my desk.
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Funny, and I agree. At work last week I was stuck in my cubicle and had to listen to a coworker say 5 TIMES! flustrated... Oh my god I thought I was gonna bash my head into my desk.
Don't do that.
And if you do that wear a helmet at least
 
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