The Art of Getting Lit Laid

[questquilya]

The Mystery of Seduction

Seduction is not found in a body part.
It is found in pause.

In the glance that lingers like a forgotten spell.
In the silence that hums with the weight of the unsaid.
In the hand that drifts near, close enough to haunt, yet never to touch.

Seduction is not the answer, it is the riddle.
Not the kiss, but the breath suspended before lips meet.
Not the touch, but the hunger rising in the quiet.

Mystery is its elegance.
For when everything is unveiled too quickly, desire dies in the light.
But when shadows remain -
when secrets glimmer just beyond reach, when restraint turns to longing -
desire becomes immortal.

Seduction is the art of almost.
The poetry of silence.
The promise that lingers like smoke, seen yet untouchable.

And when the pause finally breaks -
it does not caress.
It claims.

Thank you!

 

[Hornymwtxn]

A few things I have learned from this thread.

Start chatting with someone with no destination or course set.

Talk like you do in everyday life.

Let her set the pace.

Enjoy the ride.

 

[Carmina24]

The Lit Seduction Chronicles

Prologue: To the One Who Dares

This is not a manual of tricks.
It is not a weapon to force.
What follows is not manipulation, but reflection -
a mirror of how seduction already moves here, on Lit.

Because on Lit, you cannot rely on touch.
You cannot lean on presence.
Your only weapon is the mind.

And seduction of the mind is never taken.
It is only given.

If you wish to claim the one you desire, learn this:
seduction does not begin with skin.
It begins with words.
It begins with the shadows between them.

This is the art you are about to study.
Not conquest, but haunting.
Not force, but inevitability.
Not possession, but surrender freely chosen.

Walk carefully.
For if you wield this art well,
you will not leave your lover as you found them.

Chapter I – The Mystery of Seduction

Do not rush.
Mystery is your sharpest weapon.

Never give your lover everything at once.
Leave them wondering.
Leave them hungry.
Let their imagination become your accomplice.

A glance too long.
A smile that does not explain itself.
A sentence that trails into silence.
These are not accidents - they are threads.
Because the one you desire cannot leave them alone.

Understand this:
what you leave unsaid will echo louder than what you confess.
A withheld word becomes a secret they ache to unlock.
A pause becomes a door they cannot stop opening.

The body forgets a touch.
The mind never forgets a mystery.

Chapters 2 and 3

 

[jacfox]

Perhaps we should also take a lesson from the Wife of Bath's Tale in Chaucer. The Wife of Bath herself is a good lesson, but her tale does have some resonance. She recounted the story of a knight of Arthur's Table who was found to have raped a virgin. Arthur and the other knights decided he should be decapitated as punishment, but the ladies of the court interceded, demanding the young knight be given a second chance. It was decided that if, in the next three days, he could tell them what a woman most wants, he would be spared.

He asked woman after woman, and each gave a different answer; in despair he began his ride back to Camelot. On the way he came upon a loathsome lady, aged, wrinkled, and ugly. She had an answer, and with this last bit of hope, he took the woman up on his horse and returned to the castle. He addressed the assembly with her answer: "what woman wants most is to have her own way." he declared. All reflected on his response, and the women agreed it was true. He was spared, but was required to wed the loathsome lady.

Once in the bridal chamber, the Loathsome Lady revealed herself to be a beautiful young woman. She asked the knight if he'd prefer she be beautiful only at night, when he could see her, or only during the day, when others would see her. In response, he said that the choice should be hers. In return for him allowing her to have her way, she remained beautiful day and night.

Lesson learned.

The Wife of Bath herself is a good lesson! She's my favourite among Chaucer's women, and shows his appreciation both of the power of women and the struggles they face. Your retelling of her tale is great!

 

[LeSabreur]

In the days of Craigslist and Yahoo personals, I frequently found frustration in trying to find the balance between women who wanted a thoughtful intellectual partner and those who merely wanted a hard cock. Being a man who is at times somewhat in servitude to my libido, I certainly had no trouble connecting with women who were simply horny; though exhilarating in the moment, it left me feeling empty. On the other hand, my preferred self is the transparent, honest communicator who can effortlessly shed his inhibitions and judgments, achieving natural emotional and physical intimacy with ease. The problem then became one of women who became emotionally attached.

If given the choice between being a masculine fuck machine and a sensitive lover, I would always choose the latter...though reserving the right to indulge in wildness from time to time!

 

[Hornymwtxn]

In the days of Craigslist and Yahoo personals, I frequently found frustration in trying to find the balance between women who wanted a thoughtful intellectual partner and those who merely wanted a hard cock. Being a man who is at times somewhat in servitude to my libido, I certainly had no trouble connecting with women who were simply horny; though exhilarating in the moment, it left me feeling empty. On the other hand, my preferred self is the transparent, honest communicator who can effortlessly shed his inhibitions and judgments, achieving natural emotional and physical intimacy with ease. The problem then became one of women who became emotionally attached.

If given the choice between being a masculine fuck machine and a sensitive lover, I would always choose the latter...though reserving the right to indulge in wildness from time to time!

Awesome explanation on your journey! We have a lot in common, same age, same situation after partner passed menopause.

Thanks for joining the thread!

 

[jacfox]

In the days of Craigslist and Yahoo personals, I frequently found frustration in trying to find the balance between women who wanted a thoughtful intellectual partner and those who merely wanted a hard cock. Being a man who is at times somewhat in servitude to my libido, I certainly had no trouble connecting with women who were simply horny; though exhilarating in the moment, it left me feeling empty. On the other hand, my preferred self is the transparent, honest communicator who can effortlessly shed his inhibitions and judgments, achieving natural emotional and physical intimacy with ease. The problem then became one of women who became emotionally attached.

If given the choice between being a masculine fuck machine and a sensitive lover, I would always choose the latter...though reserving the right to indulge in wildness from time to time!

Oh for the chance

 

[Carmina24]

When the Snow Melts

It is never easy to part.
Even here in Lit, where we meet in words and not in flesh, the heart still learns to cling. And when it must let go, the ache is real.

Separation always carries tears. Silent ones, shed in the quiet after the last message. Heavy ones, when the truth lands that no more nights will be shared, no more laughter waiting in the inbox.

But we cannot hold the snow forever. It melts, no matter how tightly we close our hand. What matters is that for a time - it was ours. It sparkled. It gave joy. It made us feel alive.

So yes, the pain is sharp. The goodbye feels unfair. Yet beneath the grief runs gratitude:
Thank you for finding me in this wide, strange world. Thank you for the warmth you gave before distance claimed you.

And as you go, I will not curse the ending. I will bless it. I will wish you well, even as my tears fall, because to have known you at all was worth the sorrow of letting you go.

 

[masterslave00]

When the Snow Melts

It is never easy to part.
Even here in Lit, where we meet in words and not in flesh, the heart still learns to cling. And when it must let go, the ache is real.

Separation always carries tears. Silent ones, shed in the quiet after the last message. Heavy ones, when the truth lands that no more nights will be shared, no more laughter waiting in the inbox.

But we cannot hold the snow forever. It melts, no matter how tightly we close our hand. What matters is that for a time - it was ours. It sparkled. It gave joy. It made us feel alive.

So yes, the pain is sharp. The goodbye feels unfair. Yet beneath the grief runs gratitude:
Thank you for finding me in this wide, strange world. Thank you for the warmth you gave before distance claimed you.

And as you go, I will not curse the ending. I will bless it. I will wish you well, even as my tears fall, because to have known you at all was worth the sorrow of letting you go.

Amazing words, @Carmina24

 

[Hornymwtxn]

When the Snow Melts

It is never easy to part.
Even here in Lit, where we meet in words and not in flesh, the heart still learns to cling. And when it must let go, the ache is real.

Separation always carries tears. Silent ones, shed in the quiet after the last message. Heavy ones, when the truth lands that no more nights will be shared, no more laughter waiting in the inbox.

But we cannot hold the snow forever. It melts, no matter how tightly we close our hand. What matters is that for a time - it was ours. It sparkled. It gave joy. It made us feel alive.

So yes, the pain is sharp. The goodbye feels unfair. Yet beneath the grief runs gratitude:
Thank you for finding me in this wide, strange world. Thank you for the warmth you gave before distance claimed you.

And as you go, I will not curse the ending. I will bless it. I will wish you well, even as my tears fall, because to have known you at all was worth the sorrow of letting you go.

As they say parting is such sweet sorrow.

And I feel it is harder with an online romance vs an actual irl relationship. Why?

Because you often don't get to see any of the other person's flaws and often have only shared good times with them and thus have an unrealistic idolized vision of this person in your head.

Knowing how easy it is to communicate electronically
the urges you have to fight within yourself, to avoid reaching out and prolonging the misery, leaves us doubting if we can make good decisions ever again.

 

[Oralexplorer]

So I’m curious - for all of you reading: do you usually set the spark, or do you love being the one who gets set on fire?

This discussion reminds me of Bruce Springsteen Dancing in dark. "You can't a fire without a spark".
Sometime I'd like to be the spark, that short ephemeral thing that ignites a blaze that burns brightly and consumes everything.
But there is to be something to be said for being set alight especially when you least expects it and it totally consume you.
I think I should stop, I am starting to sound like a pyromaniac.

 

[Carmina24]

The Ghost of the Unsent

It isn’t silence that ruins me.
It’s the words I almost gave you.

The I miss you burning holes in my chest.
The I adore you that claws at my throat -
a truth so sharp I fear it would drive you away.

So I erase.
Rewrite.
Erase again.

But the unsent never dies.
It hunts me.
Follows me into sleep.
A phantom pressing against my ribs,
a wound that refuses to close.

You will never read the words.
Yet they live inside me - feral, restless, unrelenting - until the day they break free.

And when they do -
they will not whisper.
They will not plead.

They will turn inward.
They will claw me open from the inside.
They will tear me apart for every moment
I chose fear over truth.

The ghost will not ruin you.
It will ruin only me.
And I will carry that destruction alone.

For every word I buried
will return as a curse -
etching its silence into my bones,
haunting each breath,
until I wither into nothing
but longing left unfinished.

And in the end,
you will forget me -
but I will never escape you.

 

[Oralexplorer]

Because you often don't get to see any of the other person's flaws and often have only shared good times with them and thus have an unrealistic idolized vision of this person in your head.

Limerence is an interesting phenomena, and when it's sprinkled with a touch of the forbidden it is just so enticing. I would also wager that even when you can see the other person, we are still blinded to their flaws and we find way of excusing it away. Speaking for myself ofcourse when I say we.

Knowing how easy it is to communicate electronically
the urges you have to fight within yourself, to avoid reaching out and prolonging the misery, leaves us doubting if we can make good decisions ever again.

I hear you on this point, the fight with yourself is such a real and visceral experience because of how easy it is to communicate to another human being.

BTW have we strayed to far from how to get lit laid? Just asking since you are the OP.

 

[Oralexplorer]

Finally.. boys.. please listen.. read, and read again

I bookmarked it

 

[Oralexplorer]

but I will never escape you

for you are verses and chapters in my story and I am but a footnote in your story.

 

[Carmina24]

for you are verses and chapters in my story and I am but a footnote in your story.

Yes! Yes! Exactly!
Hauntingly beautiful

 

[Hornymwtxn]

Limerence is an interesting phenomena, and when it's sprinkled with a touch of the forbidden it is just so enticing. I would also wager that even when you can see the other person, we are still blinded to their flaws and we find way of excusing it away. Speaking for myself ofcourse when I say we.

I hear you on this point, the fight with yourself is such a real and visceral experience because of how easy it is to communicate to another human being.

BTW have we strayed to far from how to get lit laid? Just asking since you are the OP.

Thanks for participating and offering your thoughts.

No I don't think we have strayed too far as long as useful information and ideas are exchanged in a caring way.

 

[Carmina24]

Limerence is an interesting phenomena, and when it's sprinkled with a touch of the forbidden it is just so enticing. I would also wager that even when you can see the other person, we are still blinded to their flaws and we find way of excusing it away. Speaking for myself ofcourse when I say we.

I hear you on this point, the fight with yourself is such a real and visceral experience because of how easy it is to communicate to another human being.

BTW have we strayed to far from how to get lit laid? Just asking since you are the OP.

*Googling limerence*

 

[Hornymwtxn]

*Googling limerence*

I had to as well.
Here it is in order to save a step for others.

Limerence is a state of intense infatuation or obsessive attraction to someone, characterized by intrusive thoughts and a strong desire for reciprocation of feelings. It often involves idealizing the person and can lead to feelings of ecstasy or despair depending on whether those feelings are returned

 

[jay49in25]

A few things I have learned from this thread.

Start chatting with someone with no destination or course set.

Talk like you do in everyday life.

Let her set the pace.

Enjoy the ride.

This!! it should be a sticky somewhere.

 

[Hornymwtxn]

Why lit relationships can be so good.

You get to share things with like minded people who are open minded and nonjudgemental.

There are no consequences for revealing your true self as there would be in real life.

Being accepted as you are with no demands placed allows for an open, honest discovery of finding yourself.

You have a chance to help people discover themselves while they help you do the same.

 

[jacfox]

I had to as well.
Here it is in order to save a step for others.

Limerence is a state of intense infatuation or obsessive attraction to someone, characterized by intrusive thoughts and a strong desire for reciprocation of feelings. It often involves idealizing the person and can lead to feelings of ecstasy or despair depending on whether those feelings are returned

That's easier to fall into online, since there is no balancing reality of the messier banalities of life, no barrier to indulging fantasy; but while it's an escape that can be delicious, it needs to be kept in proportion in my world, kept from consuming too much...

 

[Oralexplorer]

I had to as well.
Here it is in order to save a step for others.

Limerence is a state of intense infatuation or obsessive attraction to someone, characterized by intrusive thoughts and a strong desire for reciprocation of feelings. It often involves idealizing the person and can lead to feelings of ecstasy or despair depending on whether those feelings are returned

Damn I had @Carmina24 and @Hornymwtxn googling ? Ok life achievement fulfilled I am done now, coasting into retirement.

 

[Carmina24]

The Playful Spark of Lit

Some come here for stories.
Some for mischief.
Some for that midnight smile that sneaks into your day.

But every so often, two people stumble into each other’s words -
a post, a comment, a private message -
and suddenly Lit feels less like a website,
and more like the best dating app no one dares to admit they’re on.

It starts small.
A joke that lands just right.
A reply that feels written only for you.
The thrill when you notice they were online at the same time.
The smile when you see their username pop up again.

And then - hope.
Hope that the next message you open isn’t just a reply,
but a beginning.
Hope that behind those words is someone
who understands your rhythm,
laughs at your mischief,
and lingers when the rest of the world scrolls past.

Lit is built for stories.
But sometimes, if you’re lucky,
it writes yours.

Because in the end, Lit isn’t just where you read.
It’s where you risk.
And the boldest story you’ll ever write here
might begin with just two words:
Hello, stranger.

 

[Hornymwtxn]

The Playful Spark of Lit

Some come here for stories.
Some for mischief.
Some for that midnight smile that sneaks into your day.

But every so often, two people stumble into each other’s words -
a post, a comment, a private message -
and suddenly Lit feels less like a website,
and more like the best dating app no one dares to admit they’re on.

It starts small.
A joke that lands just right.
A reply that feels written only for you.
The thrill when you notice they were online at the same time.
The smile when you see their username pop up again.

And then - hope.
Hope that the next message you open isn’t just a reply,
but a beginning.
Hope that behind those words is someone
who understands your rhythm,
laughs at your mischief,
and lingers when the rest of the world scrolls past.

Lit is built for stories.
But sometimes, if you’re lucky,
it writes yours.

Because in the end, Lit isn’t just where you read.
It’s where you risk.
And the boldest story you’ll ever write here
might begin with just two words:
Hello, stranger.

I skipped the stories and went straight to the forums where you can interact with others.

Then once you interact with a person it is fun to read their stories if they have published any.