The Art of Getting Lit Laid

[subdudeme13]

I would call you to the Dungeon too, but I would suppose it would be more of a reward than a punishment for you...

You have more than a suspicion!

 

[Carmina24]

When the Map Surprises You

We come here chasing sparks.
Hoping for desire, for the tremor of romance.
We trace each other’s words like explorers,
searching for landmarks that might lead to fire.

But sometimes the map shifts.
The path does not open into lovers’ flame,
but into something steadier, rarer -
an oasis in the desert of distance.

You realize the one who made you laugh,
who listened without judgment,
who saw through the masks into your truth -
was not a lover waiting to be claimed,
but a friend waiting to be found.

And friendship here is no small thing.
It is water when you are parched,
shelter when the storm has stripped you bare,
a lantern burning when every other light goes out.

That is its own kind of magic -
to stumble, in a place built on desire,
into a connection that saves you.

Not every journey ends in romance.
Some end in something rarer still:
a friendship so vital,
it feels like survival.

 

[Carmina24]

For the Shy Ones

Some of us linger at the edges.
We hover over the “send” button, heart pounding, words tangled, afraid that silence or rejection will meet us on the other side.
But here’s the secret:
In this strange, wild place we call Lit - hello is the most powerful word.
You don’t need to arrive with a poem, a witty line, or a dazzling confession.
You don’t need to be bold, or loud, or sure.
You only need to show up.
Because hello is an invitation.
It says: I exist. I see you. May we meet?
And often, that’s all it takes to start something beautiful - a conversation, a friendship, perhaps even a story neither of you knew you were waiting to write.
So to the shy souls holding back:
Don’t let fear steal your chance. Whisper your hello.
You may be surprised at how warmly it’s answered.

 

[Hornymwtxn]

For the Shy Ones

Some of us linger at the edges.
We hover over the “send” button, heart pounding, words tangled, afraid that silence or rejection will meet us on the other side.
But here’s the secret:
In this strange, wild place we call Lit - hello is the most powerful word.
You don’t need to arrive with a poem, a witty line, or a dazzling confession.
You don’t need to be bold, or loud, or sure.
You only need to show up.
Because hello is an invitation.
It says: I exist. I see you. May we meet?
And often, that’s all it takes to start something beautiful - a conversation, a friendship, perhaps even a story neither of you knew you were waiting to write.
So to the shy souls holding back:
Don’t let fear steal your chance. Whisper your hello.
You may be surprised at how warmly it’s answered.

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The rewards far outweigh the downside

 

[Carmina24]

Tonight’s Featured Mischief

We all know the toys aren’t rivals - they’re teammates. But sometimes, it takes a cheeky moment of surrender (and a buzzing plastic epiphany) to see that clearly.

This guest feature is a playful love letter to the art of tag-teaming pleasure: equal parts comedy, confession, and creative collaboration. If you’ve ever side-eyed the toy drawer and then reached for it with a grin… you’ll feel right at home here.

Plastic Rivalry (and Other Bedroom Diplomacies)
By @WhispersandWants

I found it lurking, smug and sleek,
Beneath her knickers, mild but bold,
A neon thing with curves for days,
And buttons lined in glittery gold.

It looked at me, or so I swear,
With quiet, judging, plastic grace.
I picked it up. It buzzed. I jumped.
It vibrated into first place.

"Is this," I asked, "your new best friend?
Your secret weapon in the dark?
Does he not fumble with the clasp?
Forget to light the bloody spark?"

He's waterproof, I sweat and slip.
He's silent, I grunt like a bear.
He's got settings, twelve, to be exact,
I've got one mode: "Hope she's still there."

I watched her giggle in her sleep,
A little purr, a dreamy sigh.
She murmured something soft and sweet,
It might've been his name, not mine.

But then I thought, "Let's call a truce."
No war. No sulk. No lover's feud.
What if, and here my grin began,
This toy and I both set the mood?

I took a breath. I joined the buzz.
I read the manual, found the rhythm.
And when we danced, oh Lord, we danced,
She practically levitated with mechanism.

And me? I wasn't left behind.
I steered, I teased, I found my flair.
We tag-teamed pleasure like pros in sync,
Three hands? No wait... four? Who cares?

Now he's a mate. A trusty wingman.
A co-star in our late-night fling.
And sometimes when she says "Again,"
It's me who reaches for the thing.

But now, dear reader, it gets worse,
Or better? (I can't really tell).
I've got a cart full of new recruits...
A clit sucker, beads, a wand as well.

The drawer's now humming, packed and proud,
Like Batman's belt, but for the bed.
I used to pout. Now I suggest:
"Let's try the one that spins and... spreads."

So here's the truth, from me to you,
Your rival's not your downfall, mate.
He might just help you lift your game...
And open up the pearly gate.

 

[write_or_wrong]

Tonight’s Featured Mischief

We all know the toys aren’t rivals - they’re teammates. But sometimes, it takes a cheeky moment of surrender (and a buzzing plastic epiphany) to see that clearly.

This guest feature is a playful love letter to the art of tag-teaming pleasure: equal parts comedy, confession, and creative collaboration. If you’ve ever side-eyed the toy drawer and then reached for it with a grin… you’ll feel right at home here.

Plastic Rivalry (and Other Bedroom Diplomacies)
By @WhispersandWants

I found it lurking, smug and sleek,
Beneath her knickers, mild but bold,
A neon thing with curves for days,
And buttons lined in glittery gold.

It looked at me, or so I swear,
With quiet, judging, plastic grace.
I picked it up. It buzzed. I jumped.
It vibrated into first place.

"Is this," I asked, "your new best friend?
Your secret weapon in the dark?
Does he not fumble with the clasp?
Forget to light the bloody spark?"

He's waterproof, I sweat and slip.
He's silent, I grunt like a bear.
He's got settings, twelve, to be exact,
I've got one mode: "Hope she's still there."

I watched her giggle in her sleep,
A little purr, a dreamy sigh.
She murmured something soft and sweet,
It might've been his name, not mine.

But then I thought, "Let's call a truce."
No war. No sulk. No lover's feud.
What if, and here my grin began,
This toy and I both set the mood?

I took a breath. I joined the buzz.
I read the manual, found the rhythm.
And when we danced, oh Lord, we danced,
She practically levitated with mechanism.

And me? I wasn't left behind.
I steered, I teased, I found my flair.
We tag-teamed pleasure like pros in sync,
Three hands? No wait... four? Who cares?

Now he's a mate. A trusty wingman.
A co-star in our late-night fling.
And sometimes when she says "Again,"
It's me who reaches for the thing.

But now, dear reader, it gets worse,
Or better? (I can't really tell).
I've got a cart full of new recruits...
A clit sucker, beads, a wand as well.

The drawer's now humming, packed and proud,
Like Batman's belt, but for the bed.
I used to pout. Now I suggest:
"Let's try the one that spins and... spreads."

So here's the truth, from me to you,
Your rival's not your downfall, mate.
He might just help you lift your game...
And open up the pearly gate.

Oh my have you been busy - in a very good way. I think this will be a nice sales tool for anyone hesitant to buy our products because of their fear they might interfere with their human methods.

 

[Carmina24]

Oh my have you been busy - in a very good way. I think this will be a nice sales tool for anyone hesitant to buy our products because of their fear they might interfere with their human methods.

Note to self: this is imaginary. Someone please tattoo it on my forehead?

 

[Carmina24]

The Forgotten Art

There is an art the world has nearly forgotten.
Not because it is difficult - because it is dangerous.
To study a woman is to strip away her armor, to see what she hides, and once you see her like that - you can never unsee her.
It demands patience in a world that worships haste.
It requires vision in a world blinded by surface.

It is the art of paying attention.
The patience to linger, to look deeper, to study without haste.
The kind of gaze that doesn’t just observe - it understands.

It’s the art of studying her.

To notice when her eyes light up, when delight dances there before it ever reaches her lips.
To see the flicker in her gaze when she is wistful, the sigh she releases before she even knows it left her.
To recognize the difference between her laughter with the world and the softer one she saves for you.

It’s watching when her smile trembles at the edges - when it’s a mask for tears she refuses to let fall.
It’s knowing the language her silence speaks, the sentences hidden in a glance.

And it’s also the fire.
The way her gaze sharpens when desire takes hold - the flare in her eyes that tells you she’s already undressing you in her mind.

This is not guessing.
It’s not assumption.
It’s presence. It’s attention so steady she feels both exposed and safe at once.

Men - here’s your reminder:
Seduction is not only in your touch, it’s in your vision.
Let your eyes learn her, truly.
Every glance, every pause, every shift in her breath is a map if you’re patient enough to read it.

Because when a woman realizes you have learned her,
when she knows you can hear her heart in the spaces between words -
that’s when she is yours, completely, and without escape.

That is the forgotten art.

 

[questquilya]

I had to scrape the testing room floor and walls, and the smell is now subsided to bearable. Attention, all testers: Please, follow the company dietary guidelines the day before coming to work. "Thank you for your attention to this matter."

 

[subdudeme13]

I had to scrape the testing room floor and walls, and the smell is now subsided to bearable. Attention, all testers: Please, follow the company dietary guidelines the day before coming to work. "Thank you for your attention to this matter."

I have a cleaning crew with hight pressure steam cleaners coming in to clean and sanitize.

 

[stevesthename]

@stevesthename
Welcome! *Guiding you to a comfy chair and handing you the drinks menu*
Enjoy your visit!

Thank you. I'll have a nice cool G & T please.

(And, damn I thought I could quietly follow the thread. Didn't realise Lit was going to grass me up...)

 

[Carmina24]

Thank you. I'll have a nice cool G & T please.

(And, damn I thought I could quietly follow the thread. Didn't realise Lit was going to grass me up...)

*Handing you the best G&T in Lit*
Nothing gets past our CIO, who handles security
*Winks*

 

[stevesthename]

*Handing you the best G&T in Lit*
Nothing gets past our CIO, who handles security
*Winks*

I do like things well handled.

 

[Carmina24]

Welcome, wanderers and wordsmiths!

Have a seat in our ridiculously comfy chairs, the kind you sink into and never want to leave. Here’s the drinks menu - order something strong, something sweet, or something sparkling (the mischief pairs well with all three).

We don’t just read here. We play. We plot. We provoke.
So loosen your tongue, flex your imagination, and join in our collective chaos.

Pull up a chair. Raise a glass. And let the mischief begin.

@Bayzapper10
@Jaws82
@positiveflirt
@tommyt125
@Wonderer67
@CaptCharles
@Wld1936
@Badxxxwifey
@Lamia03
@jason28053
@Shygentleman2
@Inbef
@spawnofdavey
@wwot40
@paulworcsuk
@WCSGarland
@paulboulder
@Mike130
@DynamicFigure
@Mo_Bandy
@Peppadance

 

[subdudeme13]

Welcome, wanderers and wordsmiths!

Have a seat in our ridiculously comfy chairs, the kind you sink into and never want to leave. Here’s the drinks menu - order something strong, something sweet, or something sparkling (the mischief pairs well with all three).

We don’t just read here. We play. We plot. We provoke.
So loosen your tongue, flex your imagination, and join in our collective chaos.

Pull up a chair. Raise a glass. And let the mischief begin.

@Bayzapper10

May I have a Jack on the Rocks? The kind with bourbon!

 

[Bayzapper10]

Welcome, wanderers and wordsmiths!

Have a seat in our ridiculously comfy chairs, the kind you sink into and never want to leave. Here’s the drinks menu - order something strong, something sweet, or something sparkling (the mischief pairs well with all three).

We don’t just read here. We play. We plot. We provoke.
So loosen your tongue, flex your imagination, and join in our collective chaos.

Pull up a chair. Raise a glass. And let the mischief begin.

@Bayzapper10

Thank you so much for the invitation

Welcome, wanderers and wordsmiths!

Have a seat in our ridiculously comfy chairs, the kind you sink into and never want to leave. Here’s the drinks menu - order something strong, something sweet, or something sparkling (the mischief pairs well with all three).

We don’t just read here. We play. We plot. We provoke.
So loosen your tongue, flex your imagination, and join in our collective chaos.

Pull up a chair. Raise a glass. And let the mischief begin.

@Bayzapper10

Thank you so much for the invitation Carmina, so much about how far one goes depends on where you start, and starting with a warm welcome is a good place to be. I especially like a comfy chair, so many possibilities; curling up with a book, having a good conversation, taking a nap … all better from a comfy chair.

 

[Hornymwtxn]

May I have a Jack on the Rocks? The kind with bourbon!

I am going to say Sex on the Beach is better than Jack on the Rocks

 

[stevesthename]

Although, being jacked on the rocks...

(Speaking as a sensual handjob connoisseur)

 

[Hornymwtxn]

Although, being jacked on the rocks...

(Speaking as a sensual handjob connoisseur)

True true.

Some may prefer a jack on the beach or a Jack on the beach

 

[Carmina24]

Can you guys make up your mind on the drink?

 

[positiveflirt]

Can you guys make up your mind on the drink?

I'll have what he's having.

 

[stevesthename]

Can you guys make up your mind on the drink?

Juice(s) for me please

 

[Carmina24]

I'll have what he's having.

*Handing you a Rockin' the Beach with Jack*

 

[Carmina24]

Juice(s) for me please

One squeeze coming right up!
*Pulling one of the guys*

 

[stevesthename]

One squeeze coming right up!
*Pulling one of the guys*

Let me help you with that...