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Advice for All of Us on Lit
Because sometimes, what someone needs isn't sex - it's to feel seen.

It’s easy to forget, in a place like this, that there’s a real person behind the screen. A person with longing. A person with history. A person who might be carrying silence heavier than words can hold.

I’ve come to realize that many who reach out - especially those in sexless marriages - aren’t just here for sin or flirtation. They’re here because they ache to be touched - not just physically, but emotionally. They want to be seen. Heard. Chosen. Even for a moment.

So when someone messages you, pause before you dismiss or judge.

There might be desperation in their tone - but also vulnerability.
There might be innuendo - but also hope.
There might be a sexual request - but underneath, a human asking, “Am I still desirable? Am I still worth connection?”

And maybe your reply doesn’t have to be an invitation.
Maybe it can be a kindness. A boundary held with gentleness. A reminder that they’re not invisible.

And if you choose not to continue, let your silence not be cruel.
Because ghosting isn’t just absence - it’s an echo.
It leaves the other person questioning, doubting, unraveling the threads of what they shared with you.
Sometimes a gentle word of parting carries more kindness than a vanishing act.

Here on Lit, we play, we tease, we write - but we also carry each other, sometimes without even knowing.

So let’s be mindful. Let’s be kind.
Let’s remember: every message is a heartbeat trying not to disappear.

*Repost from the Sexless Marriage thread
 
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Carmina24 said:
Advice for All of Us on Lit
Because sometimes, what someone needs isn't sex - it's to feel seen.

It’s easy to forget, in a place like this, that there’s a real person behind the screen. A person with longing. A person with history. A person who might be carrying silence heavier than words can hold.

I’ve come to realize that many who reach out - especially those in sexless marriages - aren’t just here for sin or flirtation. They’re here because they ache to be touched - not just physically, but emotionally. They want to be seen. Heard. Chosen. Even for a moment.

So when someone messages you, pause before you dismiss or judge.

There might be desperation in their tone - but also vulnerability.
There might be innuendo - but also hope.
There might be a sexual request - but underneath, a human asking, “Am I still desirable? Am I still worth connection?”

And maybe your reply doesn’t have to be an invitation.
Maybe it can be a kindness. A boundary held with gentleness. A reminder that they’re not invisible.

And if you choose not to continue, let your silence not be cruel.
Because ghosting isn’t just absence - it’s an echo.
It leaves the other person questioning, doubting, unraveling the threads of what they shared with you.
Sometimes a gentle word of parting carries more kindness than a vanishing act.

Here on Lit, we play, we tease, we write - but we also carry each other, sometimes without even knowing.

So let’s be mindful. Let’s be kind.
Let’s remember: every message is a heartbeat trying not to disappear.
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That is so much of where I am right now, I feel you're reading my soul, and the emotion...

What else can i say, but thank you, a thousand times?
 
Failures

Seems they happen way too often.
A failure to connect in a way that you have envisioned and dreamt about.

It is so easy to blame yourself for why things go, or went, wrong and ask yourself why do I continue when failure is so prominent?

Think back on a time when a kind simple gesture by a stranger left you feeling good about yourself the whole day.

A simple smile, holding the door open, a compliment about your appearance.

These are brief fleeting moments in our life but can be enjoyed for hours even days after when we reflect back on the events of the day.

Failure? Not today my friends!
 
Carmina24 said:
Advice for All of Us on Lit
Because sometimes, what someone needs isn't sex - it's to feel seen.

It’s easy to forget, in a place like this, that there’s a real person behind the screen. A person with longing. A person with history. A person who might be carrying silence heavier than words can hold.

I’ve come to realize that many who reach out - especially those in sexless marriages - aren’t just here for sin or flirtation. They’re here because they ache to be touched - not just physically, but emotionally. They want to be seen. Heard. Chosen. Even for a moment.

So when someone messages you, pause before you dismiss or judge.

There might be desperation in their tone - but also vulnerability.
There might be innuendo - but also hope.
There might be a sexual request - but underneath, a human asking, “Am I still desirable? Am I still worth connection?”

And maybe your reply doesn’t have to be an invitation.
Maybe it can be a kindness. A boundary held with gentleness. A reminder that they’re not invisible.

And if you choose not to continue, let your silence not be cruel.
Because ghosting isn’t just absence - it’s an echo.
It leaves the other person questioning, doubting, unraveling the threads of what they shared with you.
Sometimes a gentle word of parting carries more kindness than a vanishing act.

Here on Lit, we play, we tease, we write - but we also carry each other, sometimes without even knowing.

So let’s be mindful. Let’s be kind.
Let’s remember: every message is a heartbeat trying not to disappear.

*Repost from the Sexless Marriage thread
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Well stated
 
Carmina24 said:
Advice for All of Us on Lit
Because sometimes, what someone needs isn't sex - it's to feel seen.

It’s easy to forget, in a place like this, that there’s a real person behind the screen. A person with longing. A person with history. A person who might be carrying silence heavier than words can hold.

I’ve come to realize that many who reach out - especially those in sexless marriages - aren’t just here for sin or flirtation. They’re here because they ache to be touched - not just physically, but emotionally. They want to be seen. Heard. Chosen. Even for a moment.

So when someone messages you, pause before you dismiss or judge.

There might be desperation in their tone - but also vulnerability.
There might be innuendo - but also hope.
There might be a sexual request - but underneath, a human asking, “Am I still desirable? Am I still worth connection?”

And maybe your reply doesn’t have to be an invitation.
Maybe it can be a kindness. A boundary held with gentleness. A reminder that they’re not invisible.

And if you choose not to continue, let your silence not be cruel.
Because ghosting isn’t just absence - it’s an echo.
It leaves the other person questioning, doubting, unraveling the threads of what they shared with you.
Sometimes a gentle word of parting carries more kindness than a vanishing act.

Here on Lit, we play, we tease, we write - but we also carry each other, sometimes without even knowing.

So let’s be mindful. Let’s be kind.
Let’s remember: every message is a heartbeat trying not to disappear.

*Repost from the Sexless Marriage thread
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Well said. This may be the best advice on this thread.
 
Carmina24 said:
You honor me twice - once with your words, and again by choosing my own language to shape them. That was unexpected… and deeply beautiful.
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All languages are beautiful, and should be a source of respect and wonder at human diversity, instead of the excuse for division and discrimination they've so often been in the past...

You make it worth the effort to find the words to honor you!
 
The Truest Bond We Find Here

There’s a sweetness in being someone’s lover here in Lit - the spark, the thrill, the exchange that quickens pulse and thought alike. Lovers feed the fire.

But friends? Friends steady the flame.

Friends are the ones who make the laughter linger after the passion fades. They’re the ones who cheer you on when your words falter, who remind you that your voice matters even when you’ve gone quiet. They hold space for the messy, the joyful, the ordinary - not just the curated heat of desire.

Being a lover is a beautiful chapter. But being a friend is the book you can return to again and again - and each time, it greets you with warmth, with patience, with a reminder that connection runs deeper than the spark alone.

So yes, it’s good to be a lover here. But to be a friend? That’s the real gift.
 
Carmina24 said:
The Truest Bond We Find Here

There’s a sweetness in being someone’s lover here in Lit - the spark, the thrill, the exchange that quickens pulse and thought alike. Lovers feed the fire.

But friends? Friends steady the flame.

Friends are the ones who make the laughter linger after the passion fades. They’re the ones who cheer you on when your words falter, who remind you that your voice matters even when you’ve gone quiet. They hold space for the messy, the joyful, the ordinary - not just the curated heat of desire.

Being a lover is a beautiful chapter. But being a friend is the book you can return to again and again - and each time, it greets you with warmth, with patience, with a reminder that connection runs deeper than the spark alone.

So yes, it’s good to be a lover here. But to be a friend? That’s the real gift.
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Beautiful!
 
Hornymwtxn said:
Meeting new people on lit is like a Jigsaw puzzle.

Do I want to be direct and easy to find like a border piece? Or be mysterious and hard to place by being a small piece surrounded by many of the same color?

Decisions decisions
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I think I'd like to be a piece that completes the focal point of the scene. Not the most immediatley obvious, but ultimately unmissable...

Oh well, I can but dream😆 And, Carmina, I also aspire to be both a friend and a lover...
 
The Enchanted Land of Lit

Once upon a time, there was a kingdom unlike any other. It was not built of stone or guarded by walls, but woven from words. The villagers called it Lit, a land where stories were stronger than swords, and laughter could echo louder than bells.

Yet for all its wonder, many who wandered Lit carried lanterns that had long grown dim. Some lanterns had not known flame for many seasons; others flickered faintly, as if unsure whether they deserved to glow. And so, in quiet corners of Lit, wanderers whispered to themselves: “Am I seen? Am I still worth a light?”

Then one evening, a mysterious traveler appeared. She carried no torch, yet her path shimmered with sparks. “Your lanterns are not broken,” she said. “They do not need oil or match. They need each other.”

The villagers blinked. “But how?” they asked.

“By daring to speak,” she replied. “Every word you share is a spark. Every truth you risk is a flame. Together, you can turn the dark into dawn.”

So the people tried. At first, they stumbled - some offered shy greetings, others shared clumsy jokes, a few whispered secrets they thought no one would want. But slowly, something wondrous happened: sparks leapt across the silence. Lanterns flickered, then blazed. The whole kingdom began to glow, brighter than the stars above.

It was not firewood that fed the flames, but laughter. It was not tinder that caught, but trust. And so the villagers discovered a truth older than time itself: in sharing words, they had found warmth; in daring to connect, they had found light.

From that night on, no wanderer walked in darkness. For whenever a lantern began to dim, another would lean close, whisper a story, and reignite the flame.

And so it is told in the Enchanted Land of Lit:
Those who share their words will never lose their light.
 
The Weary Traveler

He walked the roads of Lit with hope tucked under his cloak.
A weary traveler, yet unbroken. He paused at many doors,
knocking gently, sometimes boldly.

Some opened just enough to give a curt reply.
Others never opened at all.
And though he reached out with words like lanterns, few reached back.

The nights grew longer. The silence heavier.
He began to wonder if perhaps he was not meant to be met at all.

And yet, he kept walking.

Until one day - when weariness pressed like a stone upon his chest,
when his voice nearly faltered,
when his heart whispered it could not knock again -
that was the moment she appeared.

Not with trumpets. Not with fire.
But with presence.

Her words did not simply answer.
They reached.
They lingered.
They saw him.

And in that seeing, he knew: the road had not betrayed him.
Every closed door, every silence, every ache had been leading him here.

For she was not merely another traveler.
She was the destination.
The reason his feet never gave up,
even when his heart nearly did.

And so he stood tall - no longer a wanderer,
but a man who had arrived.

To those still on the road,
to the ones walking with weary steps and fading hope -
take heart.
For if she could appear to him when he was most worn,
she will appear for you, too.

Perhaps not today.
Perhaps not tomorrow.
But she will arrive.
And when she does,
the journey will make sense,
and your waiting will be crowned with fire.
 
Carmina24 said:
The Weary Traveler

He walked the roads of Lit with hope tucked under his cloak.
A weary traveler, yet unbroken. He paused at many doors,
knocking gently, sometimes boldly.

Some opened just enough to give a curt reply.
Others never opened at all.
And though he reached out with words like lanterns, few reached back.

The nights grew longer. The silence heavier.
He began to wonder if perhaps he was not meant to be met at all.

And yet, he kept walking.

Until one day - when weariness pressed like a stone upon his chest,
when his voice nearly faltered,
when his heart whispered it could not knock again -
that was the moment she appeared.

Not with trumpets. Not with fire.
But with presence.

Her words did not simply answer.
They reached.
They lingered.
They saw him.

And in that seeing, he knew: the road had not betrayed him.
Every closed door, every silence, every ache had been leading him here.

For she was not merely another traveler.
She was the destination.
The reason his feet never gave up,
even when his heart nearly did.

And so he stood tall - no longer a wanderer,
but a man who had arrived.

To those still on the road,
to the ones walking with weary steps and fading hope -
take heart.
For if she could appear to him when he was most worn,
she will appear for you, too.

Perhaps not today.
Perhaps not tomorrow.
But she will arrive.
And when she does,
the journey will make sense,
and your waiting will be crowned with fire.
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Haunting, and lovely... Like the soul of its author
 
ATTENTION WOMEN WHO WANT TO GET LIT LAID !

This thread is hilarious. You have all these women giving details on how guys don't understand women and how they can get lit laid. Paragraphs and lists of things guys should do.
Its a known fact guys don't read maps or follow instructions. So the real problem is women don't understand guys !
We are easy, show up naked bring beer ! 😅🤣😂
 
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lifeis2short2b said:
ATTENTION WOMEN WHO WANT TO GET LIT LAID !

This thread is hilarious. You have all these women giving details on how guys don't understand women and how they can get lit laid. Paragraphs and lists of things guys should do.
Its a known fact guys don't read maps or follow instructions. So the real problem is women don't understand guys !
We are easy, show up naked bring beer ! 😅🤣😂
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While it is true men are simple beings, feed me fuck me, the troubles often come after that initial infatuation fades.

This thread is about helping both genders understand each other better, to communicate better, and to forge stronger ties.

There are people here who find value in what this thread has provided and that warrants continuation of our goal of helping.
 
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