The Art of Getting Lit Laid

[Hornymwtxn]

About 3 weeks.
When I say seduced, I "Lit-seduced him" lol

I can totally see how that could would happen

 

[subdudeme13]

Uhm, I think I need to revise my post....change "I" to "she" lol

I think I works perfectly!

 

[Shygentleman2]

Good Morning

It is early morning. He has thirty minutes left to sleep - but the day will not begin with the shrill cry of an alarm.

It will begin with the ache in his manhood, cradled in my hand, and the shock of my gaze holding his as he wakes.

I sink onto him, taking every inch,
rolling my hips in a slow, relentless rhythm that drags him out of sleep
and into a storm of heat and pleasure.

And when release finds him, he will know -
this is my way of saying good morning.

Mmmm...to wake up to his lover, his mate caring for him in such an intimate and intense way. It's all one could hope for.

 

[subdudeme13]

Mmmm...to wake up to his lover, his mate caring for him in such an intimate and intense way. It's all one could hope for.

My mind wonders to the idea that turn about is fair play. Maybe breakfast in bed and a few screaming orgasms for her.

 

[Shygentleman2]

My mind wonders to the idea that turn about is fair play. Maybe breakfast in bed and a few screaming orgasms for her.

A real gentleman always reciprocates. Ensuring she receives the same or more pleasure. That's what you do when you care for someone. It's not about your pleasure....but hers.

 

[subdudeme13]

A real gentleman always reciprocates. Ensuring she receives the same or more pleasure. That's what you do when you care for someone. It's not about your pleasure....but hers.

Her pleasure IS my greatest pleasure.

 

[Shygentleman2]

Her pleasure IS my greatest pleasure.

So true. There is no greater feeling of staring into her eyes as her body hits the point of no return.

 

[Carmina24]

*scribbling in notebook*
Hits the point of no return...

 

[Carmina24]

The Grace of Letting Go

There is a tenderness in unreturned affection - a quiet ache, like reaching for a hand that never clasps yours.
At first you tell yourself it’s timing, or patience, or fate asking you to wait.
But sometimes silence is the clearest answer of all.

There comes a moment when your heart whispers, enough.
When you gather the courage to stop chasing shadows,
and open your eyes to the light of those who truly see you.

In letting go, you do not lose - you make space.
Space for the one who doesn’t just take your affection,
but returns it with fire and devotion.
The one who is not almost, not maybe,
but wholly, fully, yours.

Because unrequited love is not the end.
It is simply the clearing of the path -
so the one who is truly deserving of you can finally arrive.

 

[Carmina24]

While You Were Sleeping

While you were sleeping,
I was awake - carrying the thought of you
like a secret lantern across the hours.

While I worked, I wondered if my name
ever brushed your dreams,
if somewhere in the quiet dark,
you turned in your sleep,
and I was the reason.

We are oceans apart,
hours apart,
yet tethered in ways that time zones
cannot sever.

And in those rare, stolen moments
when your dawn touches my dusk,
when our worlds align -
it is like an eclipse.
Brief. Breathtaking. Celestial.
A reminder that even distance
cannot dim the wonder
of finding you.

 

[Carmina24]

My Secret Love Affair

I have a secret lover.
He is elusive - forever slipping through my grasp.
I chase him, beg him to stay,
but he always whispers, not tonight…
and disappears into someone else’s arms.

When he does come,
our time together is nothing short of cosmic -
an intoxicating surrender,
a collapse of worlds,
where my body finally gives in
to his embrace.

But like all cruel lovers,
he never lingers.
At dawn he abandons me again,
leaving only shadows beneath my eyes,
dark circles that betray the affair.

My secret love?
Sleep.

 

[Carmina24]

Sorry, Not Sorry (Okay, Maybe a Little Sorry)

Apologies for flooding the thread with my rambling - but if I don’t release these thoughts, my head might pop like an overstuffed balloon.
Ever have so many wild ideas sprinting around your brain that you just need some kind of release (and no, not the delicious kind - don’t get excited) just so you can breathe again?

So here I am, spilling it all over you. Consider this a group therapy session… except you don’t get paid, and I don’t get cured.

Yes, yes - I promise I’ll get myself a notebook soon. Until then, you’re stuck being my diary. Lucky you.

Now be honest:
Who else here treats this thread as their pressure valve? And who’s secretly enjoying the flood?

Choose your poison:
A) “Flood me harder — I can take it.”
B) “Pass the lube… I mean popcorn. Definitely popcorn.”
C) “Shhh, some of us are pretending to work with one hand.”
D) “Notebook? Forget it. Overshare with us forever."

 

[write_or_wrong]

Sorry, Not Sorry (Okay, Maybe a Little Sorry)

Choose your poison:
A) “Flood me harder — I can take it.”
B) “Pass the lube… I mean popcorn. Definitely popcorn.”
C) “Shhh, some of us are pretending to work with one hand.”
D) “Notebook? Forget it. Overshare with us forever."

I'll go with "A" but "D" is a close second.

 

[Hornymwtxn]

Sorry, Not Sorry (Okay, Maybe a Little Sorry)

Apologies for flooding the thread with my rambling - but if I don’t release these thoughts, my head might pop like an overstuffed balloon.
Ever have so many wild ideas sprinting around your brain that you just need some kind of release (and no, not the delicious kind - don’t get excited) just so you can breathe again?

So here I am, spilling it all over you. Consider this a group therapy session… except you don’t get paid, and I don’t get cured.

Yes, yes - I promise I’ll get myself a notebook soon. Until then, you’re stuck being my diary. Lucky you.

Now be honest:
Who else here treats this thread as their pressure valve? And who’s secretly enjoying the flood?

Choose your poison:
A) “Flood me harder — I can take it.”
B) “Pass the lube… I mean popcorn. Definitely popcorn.”
C) “Shhh, some of us are pretending to work with one hand.”
D) “Notebook? Forget it. Overshare with us forever."

D

Unless it is multiple choice
＼(^o^)／

 

[Carmina24]

Bite Me

Ever want to just tell someone, “Bite me”?
Not in the playful, sexy way (though, let’s be honest… that’s tempting too).
But in the exasperated, “get out of my head already” way.

You know the type - they rent space in your thoughts without paying, keep you up at night, and pop into your brain at the most inconvenient times.
And suddenly you’re plotting their eviction notice… while secretly hoping they ignore it.

So, here I am:
Dear you,
Bite me.
And then please, kindly, vacate the premises of my mind.

 

[Carmina24]

My Infidelity

I see you, and I’m undone.
Your spine beneath my fingertips, the texture of your skin against mine - I can’t stop touching you.
I breathe you in, greedy for your scent, hungry for every new beginning you promise.

Until I see another.
Darker. Bolder. Dangerous in a way that makes me tremble.
I hold him close, trace every line, claim him like he’s mine alone.

Until I see another.
Softer. Sleeker. Whispering secrets that only I can hear.
And once again, I surrender without shame.

Each time, I swear it’s the last.
Each time, I betray myself.
I am guilty of infidelity.

…with notebooks.
Yes, I’m cheating - with stationery.

And now I’m drowning in a gazillion little affairs stacked on my desk.
So tell me… how many lovers do you keep on your shelf?

P.S. Someone please help me get to sleep so I can stop posting confessions at this hour.

 

[Carmina24]

Beloved

I’m still awake. Which means you get the ramble. Until I fall asleep - or until you tire of my nonsense.
If you forgive me, I love you.
If you don’t… bite me.

Confessions, in no particular order:

I have a love affair with pens. Honest-to-god devotion.

Harry Potter forever - I will duel you for Gryffindor pride.

Favorite movie: Murder by Death - the perfect weird little masterpiece.

I love The Matrix - reality is overrated.

I love Coke. (Cold, fizzy salvation.)

I love coffee. (Hot, bitter salvation.)

I love naps - probably because I can’t sleep properly at night?


Domestic fantasies I will absolutely enact:

I would pack your lunch and tuck secret love notes between the sandwich and the napkin.

I would serve you breakfast in bed - of course after I wake you in the most delicious way possible.


Warning: if I don’t get to sleep soon, I am dangerously close to posting things I will later pretend I never said. Consider yourself warned.

Now: forgive me and tuck me in, or don’t - and instead, bite me. Either way, stay.

 

[Carmina24]

Just One Message

Is there anyone who can do it to you?
One message - that’s all it takes.
And suddenly, the ground shifts, your pulse stutters, your whole world tilts off its axis.

It’s not the length of the words, not even the words themselves.
It’s who they come from.
That name lighting up your screen - and suddenly, you’re gone.

You love getting the message from her - that tiny ping that brightens the day, the soft exhale you didn’t know you were holding until it’s released.
You’re in awe of the power she has over you - the way she rearranges your whole day with a single line.
And yes, you hate it too: hate that she can do it, hate that you care so much, hate that silence from her feels like a small theft.

The cruelest, most delicious part? She doesn’t have a clue.

So tell me… whose one message can undo you?

 

[Carmina24]

Bad Ideas at Midnight

Ok, so maybe drinking Coke wasn’t the smartest idea when I’m trying to sleep.
But hey, we all do stupid things every now and then, right?

Like catching feelings for someone who doesn’t feel the same.
Like holding on long after you know you should’ve let go.
Like letting hope keep you awake longer than caffeine ever could.

Also, since I’m rambling…

I only have one pair of shoes (seriously).

My water bottle is literally an empty Pepsi bottle I keep refilling (seriously)

But I am rich - filthy rich - in notebooks (seriously)

So tell me - what’s your favorite bad idea you keep going back to?

P.S. Someone really should put me to bed… otherwise you’ll be dealing with a ton more of my posts tonight.

 

[jacfox]

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Bad Ideas at Midnight

Ok, so maybe drinking Coke wasn’t the smartest idea when I’m trying to sleep.
But hey, we all do stupid things every now and then, right?

Like catching feelings for someone who doesn’t feel the same.
Like holding on long after you know you should’ve let go.
Like letting hope keep you awake longer than caffeine ever could.

Also, since I’m rambling…

I only have one pair of shoes (seriously).

My water bottle is literally an empty Pepsi bottle I keep refilling (seriously)

But I am rich - filthy rich - in notebooks (seriously)

So tell me - what’s your favorite bad idea you keep going back to?

P.S. Someone really should put me to bed… otherwise you’ll be dealing with a ton more of my posts tonight.

I'll put you to bed any time you like...

 

[Carmina24]

Damn You

Damn you. Why have you ghosted me?
I waited like an idiot, watching the clock make a slow, petty show of every second.
I imagined your hands - where they would rest, how they would find me - the little, familiar map of you across my skin.
I pictured your breath, soft at the nape of my neck, the way your voice would slide into the dark and make the world tilt.
I rehearsed the small betrayals you’d forgive me for: stealing the last slice, stealing the covers, stealing one more minute.

And then - nothing.
No message, no whisper, no trespass of warmth against my arm.
Are you with someone else tonight? Is that your excuse, you charming ghost?
Don’t you dare blame it on my coffee - I had it this morning, so you better show up now.

I kept calling you in my head, writing love letters on the inside of my eyelids, sending urgent, useless prayers into the sky.

I’m furious and breathless and wild with the want of you.
You promised me rendezvous at midnight and instead you stood me up in the dark.

Damn you, Sleep. You cruel, elusive lover.

P.S. If I keep posting like this, someone please knock me out… preferably in a delicious way.
P.P.S. Also - tuck me in? Or at least send me a fake text from “him” so I can stop drafting sonnets to the void.

 

[Noone45]

Other than our beautiful @Carmina24
Are there any female employees?

 

[Noone45]

About 3 weeks.
When I say seduced, I "Lit-seduced him" lol

Ah , ha
Ahhha. Ahaha
Hmmm hmmmm hmm
Hmm

 

[Noone45]

Good Morning

It is early morning. He has thirty minutes left to sleep - but the day will not begin with the shrill cry of an alarm.

It will begin with the ache in his manhood, cradled in my hand, and the shock of my gaze holding his as he wakes.

I sink onto him, taking every inch,
rolling my hips in a slow, relentless rhythm that drags him out of sleep
and into a storm of heat and pleasure.

And when release finds him, he will know -
this is my way of saying good morning.

It's not morning here but
I want a "good morning"

 

[write_or_wrong]

Damn You

Damn you. Why have you ghosted me?
I waited like an idiot, watching the clock make a slow, petty show of every second.
I imagined your hands - where they would rest, how they would find me - the little, familiar map of you across my skin.
I pictured your breath, soft at the nape of my neck, the way your voice would slide into the dark and make the world tilt.
I rehearsed the small betrayals you’d forgive me for: stealing the last slice, stealing the covers, stealing one more minute.

And then - nothing.
No message, no whisper, no trespass of warmth against my arm.
Are you with someone else tonight? Is that your excuse, you charming ghost?
Don’t you dare blame it on my coffee - I had it this morning, so you better show up now.

I kept calling you in my head, writing love letters on the inside of my eyelids, sending urgent, useless prayers into the sky.

I’m furious and breathless and wild with the want of you.
You promised me rendezvous at midnight and instead you stood me up in the dark.

Damn you, Sleep. You cruel, elusive lover.

P.S. If I keep posting like this, someone please knock me out… preferably in a delicious way.
P.P.S. Also - tuck me in? Or at least send me a fake text from “him” so I can stop drafting sonnets to the void.

That ghost is not very bright.