The Art of Getting Lit Laid

Addiction, for lack of a better word.

When you grab your phone in the middle of the night and check for message notifications from that one

The one who understands you
The one who knows the exact things to say
The one who allows you to escape reality
The one who fills your brain with dopamine
The one who takes your breath away
The one who gives
The one who takes
The one who is always on your mind
The one who makes your day
The one who sets your desires ablaze
The one who lifts spirits
The one who is not yours but still owns you
The one who is both your oxygen and your overdose
The one who leaves you trembling begging for the high to last one more breath
 
Addiction, for lack of a better word.

When you grab your phone in the middle of the night and check for message notifications from that one

The one who understands you
The one who knows the exact things to say
The one who allows you to escape reality
The one who fills your brain with dopamine
The one who takes your breath away
The one who gives
The one who takes
The one who is always on your mind
The one who makes your day
The one who sets your desires ablaze
The one who lifts spirits
The one who is not yours but still owns you
The one who is both your oxygen and your overdose
The one who leaves you trembling begging for the high to last one more breath

Let's do a duet. I am writing my half now.
 
Let's do a duet. I am writing my half now.
Angel me: uhmm… shouldn’t you be working right now???
Devil me: Shhh… I am writing a duet with Horny.
Angel me: A duet? With Horny? Shouldn’t you be chasing deadlines instead of desire?
Devil me: Desire is the deadline. And this one burns brighter than any project plan.
Angel me: …you’re impossible. But… what’s the line?
Devil me: Words that ruin sweetly. Fire that begs to be touched.
Angel me: (long pause) …Alright. One line. Just one. Then back to work.
Devil me: Welcome to the duet, halo.
 
Angel me: uhmm… shouldn’t you be working right now???
Devil me: Shhh… I am writing a duet with Horny.
Angel me: A duet? With Horny? Shouldn’t you be chasing deadlines instead of desire?
Devil me: Desire is the deadline. And this one burns brighter than any project plan.
Angel me: …you’re impossible. But… what’s the line?
Devil me: Words that ruin sweetly. Fire that begs to be touched.
Angel me: (long pause) …Alright. One line. Just one. Then back to work.
Devil me: Welcome to the duet, halo.
Angel me: let her sleep
Devil me: she will love this message
Angel me: give her space
Devil me: fill her space
Angel me: slow your roll
Devil me: floor it
 
Addiction, for lack of a better word.

When you grab your phone in the middle of the night and check for message notifications from that one

The one who understands you
The one who knows the exact things to say
The one who allows you to escape reality
The one who fills your brain with dopamine
The one who takes your breath away
The one who gives
The one who takes
The one who is always on your mind
The one who makes your day
The one who sets your desires ablaze
The one who lifts spirits
The one who is not yours but still owns you
The one who is both your oxygen and your overdose
The one who leaves you trembling begging for the high to last one more breath

My half of the duet:

Obsession, for lack of a better word.
When you close your eyes and still see them in the dark

The one who lingers in your thoughts
Whose words echo long after silence falls
The one who slips under your skin without asking
Whose presence steals your calm and names it connection
Whose words ruin sweetly, and whose fire begs to be touched
The one who ignites the ache you swore was gone
Whose flame leaves both devotion and danger behind
The one who bends time itself with a single message
Whose hold lifts you higher than you ever dared

The one who is both your desire -
and your destruction.
 
Angel me: uhmm… shouldn’t you be working right now???
Devil me: Shhh… I am writing a duet with Horny.
Angel me: A duet? With Horny? Shouldn’t you be chasing deadlines instead of desire?
Devil me: Desire is the deadline. And this one burns brighter than any project plan.
Angel me: …you’re impossible. But… what’s the line?
Devil me: Words that ruin sweetly. Fire that begs to be touched.
Angel me: (long pause) …Alright. One line. Just one. Then back to work.
Devil me: Welcome to the duet, halo.

Angel me: You said you’d go back to work after one line!
Devil me: I’m not done yet. One line became a verse. A verse became a fire.
Angel me: …and now?
Devil me: Now the fire wants a body. A voice. A duet that ruins sweetly.
Angel me: I should stop you. Pull you back to order, to duty.
Devil me: Then stop me. Silence me with light, if you dare.
Angel me: …but what if the light only burns brighter in your dark?
Devil me: Then, halo, you’ve already chosen. You’re not above me. You’re here, beside me - in ruin.
Angel me (whisper): And if ruin is where you are… then ruin is where I’ll stay.
Angel & Devil me (together): We really do need a Task Master… preferably one with a whip. Or a tie.
 
Thank you!

Glad you stopped in for a look and hope you stick around!
Thanks !
The idea here seems solid... Of. Nothing else gives two lost souls a place to explain why they're lost and possibly connect on common ground....
Im not sure I'm ready to post my story... But I will say, if it weren't for lit, I'd have no experience at all ...
Because even though, my current partner has been my longest, she's the only one, I didn't meet here.... 😏
 
Thanks !
The idea here seems solid... Of. Nothing else gives two lost souls a place to explain why they're lost and possibly connect on common ground....
Im not sure I'm ready to post my story... But I will say, if it weren't for lit, I'd have no experience at all ...
Because even though, my current partner has been my longest, she's the only one, I didn't meet here.... 😏
Thank you for trusting us with that. You’ve already shared a piece of your story just now - and that’s more than enough to start. No pressure, no rush… this space is here whenever you’re ready. Sometimes just knowing you’re not alone is the first step to finding the right words. And the beauty of this space is that it’s never about performing - only connecting. We’re glad you’re here.
 
So is the intent to find an online partner or a real life partner ?
We created this space so Lit readers can connect with each other - and maybe find someone who speaks to them like no other, with chemistry that can't be denied. But if you discover little nuggets of insight here that help you in finding a real-life partner, why not? Connection is connection, whether it lives on the page or walks beside you.
 
Angel me: You said you’d go back to work after one line!
Devil me: I’m not done yet. One line became a verse. A verse became a fire.
Angel me: …and now?
Devil me: Now the fire wants a body. A voice. A duet that ruins sweetly.
Angel me: I should stop you. Pull you back to order, to duty.
Devil me: Then stop me. Silence me with light, if you dare.
Angel me: …but what if the light only burns brighter in your dark?
Devil me: Then, halo, you’ve already chosen. You’re not above me. You’re here, beside me - in ruin.
Angel me (whisper): And if ruin is where you are… then ruin is where I’ll stay.
Angel & Devil me (together): We really do need a Task Master… preferably one with a whip. Or a tie.
Angel me: don't give her bad ideas
Devil me: she thrives on bad ideas

Angel me: whisper sweet nothings in her ear
Devil me: scream her name while pleasuring myself
 
The Real Game

Gentlemen, come closer.
I’ll tell you a secret - though I’m not sure I should.

It’s not your body I want at first.
It’s your presence.
Your voice in the morning, your words at night.
The way you slip into my day until I can’t remember when you weren’t there.

We trade stories.
We laugh in the spaces between them.
We build a secret language only we can speak.
And then… you stop chasing.

That’s when I notice.
That’s when I want.

By the time I see the rest of you, it’s not curiosity - it’s hunger.
A slow-burn inferno that’s been building for days, weeks…
and when it breaks, it’s beautiful, ruinous, unforgettable.

Ladies - is it just me?

Men - here’s your lesson:
Woo her, but don’t rush her. Let the story write itself instead of skipping to the last page.
Be present in the small ways: the morning check-in, the shared joke, the question you actually listen to the answer of.
Make her feel seen, not just looked at.
Take your time as if you know the ending will be worth the wait.
Because it will be.
Slow is not passive - slow is deliberate.
It’s the difference between a match that flares and dies… and a fire that burns until she can’t sleep without its heat.
Don’t just want her body - earn her trust, her laughter, her anticipation.
And when she finally asks for more, it will be because she’s starving for you.

That’s the real game.

@dawn_of_night

This might resonate with you - it’s about connection, not rushing, and how sometimes the real story builds slowly. This is part 1 of the Gentleman's Guide.

Here is the link to the full Gentleman's Guide: https://forum.literotica.com/threads/the-art-of-getting-lit-laid.1639025/
 
@dawn_of_night

This might resonate with you - it’s about connection, not rushing, and how sometimes the real story builds slowly. This is part 1 of the Gentleman's Guide.

Here is the link to the full Gentleman's Guide: https://forum.literotica.com/threads/the-art-of-getting-lit-laid.1639025/
Oh yeah.
I read that, that's kinda how I got here....
And why I stayed ...

This year has been rough, on lit and in real life....
Finding someone to connect with and be truly joyful and genuine with has been strange, at best.
Finding it wasn't easy, making it work was harder, yet once it became natural it was just another course of my day ...
I can only hope he feels the same way, I look for messages, I hope he's well, I am grateful for his presence .... And most of all I'm optimistic that we can last ....
 
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