The Art of Getting Lit Laid

[ridemybeard69]

Nothing beats Freedom,i hope its safe to drop an art that shows love involving myself and my cat

Awww! Both absolutely beautiful

 

[dawn_of_night]

Thanks @Shygentleman2

 

[Shygentleman2]

My pleasure @dawn_of_night

 

[dawn_of_night]

My pleasure @dawn_of_night

What are you up to today?

 

[write_or_wrong]

You should publish this on Lit for everyone

Lit does have a poetry section ...

 

[jacfox]

My pleasure @dawn_of_night

Totally echo your thoughts, Shygent. Listen. A lesson to be learned by every male--evry person, I suppose-- IMHO, if you want to form a genuine relationship of any kind

 

[Carmina24]

Jealousy

It’s a strange creature.
It slithers in uninvited, whispering doubts where once there was only certainty.
It colors the edges of your vision, turning laughter into questions, silence into daggers.

It is not always loud - sometimes it is a quiet ache,
watching from the shadows while wishing to be in the light.
It tells you stories: that you are not enough,
that another’s smile means your place is fragile.

And yet -
jealousy can also be a mirror.
A reminder of how deeply you care,
how much you want to be chosen,
how fiercely you wish to belong.

But love, true love, is not possession.
It is not clipped wings, nor barred doors.
It is trust, even when the whispers come.
It is faith, even when shadows fall.

So you sit with this creature of jealousy-
not to let it rule you,
but to learn what it is teaching:
that you want them, still,
and that wanting is proof of your heart’s fire,
not its weakness.

 

[Carmina24]

The Guarded Heart

He told himself from the beginning: keep her close, but not too close.
She was laughter on late nights, a confidante when the world felt heavy,
a presence that steadied him more than he cared to admit.

So he built quiet walls.
Not high, not cruel - just enough to remind himself
that friendship was safe,
and anything more would be dangerous.

But hearts have a way of betraying the mind.
In the pauses between her words,
in the way her eyes lingered when she listened,
in the comfort of her name on his lips -
he felt something grow that he had tried not to see.

It came gently, but it came all the same:
this truth that he wanted more than laughter,
more than closeness at arm’s length.
He wanted to hold her, not guard her from afar.

And the walls he thought protected him?
They only kept him from what he had longed for all along.

So he stands now, heart unguarded,
realizing too late or maybe just in time:
that she was never just a friend.
She was the one his heart had been waiting to claim.

 

[Carmina24]

Love Lost

He thought he was being wise.
That keeping her at arm’s length would keep them both safe.
That friendship was easier than risking the weight of something more.

So he laughed with her, walked beside her,
listened when she needed him -
but always with a measured distance,
a quiet reminder that his heart was not on offer.

And she, patient as she was,
did not wait forever.
One day, she chose another.
Her smile was still bright, her voice still warm -
but the warmth no longer reached for him.

He watches now from across the room,
telling himself it is enough to see her happy.
That this is what he wanted all along.
That friendship is still something worth keeping.

But in the silence of his own heart,
the truth presses hard:
he wanted more.
He just never let himself admit it
until it was too late.

So he buries it - this fragile ache,
this small truth that will never be spoken aloud.
And he convinces himself he is fine.
Because sometimes love is not taken from you -
sometimes you give it away by never holding it at all.

 

[jacfox]

Sexual Healing

When you’re tired
Feeling weary
When the world won't go away
And your eyes grow bleary

When your workday world
And your daily round
Grows much too heavy
Keeps you tied down to the ground

When the car won’t start
And your phone won’t sync
When the faucet gets a drip
Your tablet, on the blink

When you just need a smile
When the rain won't stop
And the only ticket comes your way
Is from a traffic cop

When the nights draw in
And the light grows dim
When the need to dream
Makes you want to scream
When the charger is fried
And the pen runs dry

Think of the one
Who can hold you all night
Give them a call
Turn the darkness bright

Tell them what you need
Don’t hold back
Let defences down
Tell them what you lack

Let it all go
Surrender to their touch
Give them control
Abandon all rebuff
Take them in your arms
Give in to their charms
Dissolve the world’s harms
Be soothed by all their balms–

Let friends and lovers in
Healing
Is
No
Sin

 

[StarGazer58]

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.

I can imagine...
With eyelids shut, I bask in the afterglow of my release. As you rise off me, my eyes open to see you release my slowly deflating member. My gaze follows as you swing your legs off the bed and move towards towards the bathroom. The inward curve of your waist and the sway of your hips entices me to towards the shower. The look over your shoulder and "come on" nod lets me know that we are about the say good morning again.

 

[Shygentleman2]

Totally echo your thoughts, Shygent. Listen. A lesson to be learned by every male--evry person, I suppose-- IMHO, if you want to form a genuine relationship of any kind

Absolutely @jacfox . It really takes something as simple as this to show you care

 

[Carmina24]

The Mythical Creatures of Lit

They wander these halls, half-human, half-mystery, leaving chaos and chuckles and in their wake. Beware, traveler - you may encounter:

The Serial Flirt - Flirts with anyone and everyone, leaving trails of winks, hearts, and “you up?” messages across the land. You’re not special. But hey, neither is anyone else.

The Ghoster - Starts romances like a firecracker, full of sparks and promise… then vanishes into thin air right when you lean in. Were they ever real? Or just a figment of your imagination?

The Oblivious One - You’re polite. You’re nice. But they take your “haha” as a marriage proposal. Resistance is futile; they cannot take a hint.

The Essayist - Responds to “hi” with a three-chapter manifesto on love, life, and the metaphysical meaning of your comma placement.

The Emoji Oracle - Communicates solely in cryptic emoji strings. Are they saying they like you, or that their hamster escaped during a thunderstorm? The world may never know.

The Lurker - Always online, never replies. Yet somehow, they know everything.

And that’s just a start…
What other mythical creatures roam these Lit lands?

 

[jacfox]

The Mythical Creatures of Lit

They wander these halls, half-human, half-mystery, leaving chaos and chuckles and in their wake. Beware, traveler - you may encounter:

The Serial Flirt - Flirts with anyone and everyone, leaving trails of winks, hearts, and “you up?” messages across the land. You’re not special. But hey, neither is anyone else.

The Ghoster - Starts romances like a firecracker, full of sparks and promise… then vanishes into thin air right when you lean in. Were they ever real? Or just a figment of your imagination?

The Oblivious One - You’re polite. You’re nice. But they take your “haha” as a marriage proposal. Resistance is futile; they cannot take a hint.

The Essayist - Responds to “hi” with a three-chapter manifesto on love, life, and the metaphysical meaning of your comma placement.

The Emoji Oracle - Communicates solely in cryptic emoji strings. Are they saying they like you, or that their hamster escaped during a thunderstorm? The world may never know.

The Lurker - Always online, never replies. Yet somehow, they know everything.

And that’s just a start…
What other mythical creatures roam these Lit lands?

The last few are so funny--I really did laugh out loud, no emoji! You just turned the sun on here

 

[Carmina24]

The Truth Serum

Imagine someone slipped you a dose - and suddenly you couldn’t hold back.
What truths would you spill out here on Lit?

Here’s mine:
1. I like you.
2. I think you’re hot.
3. I think you’re REALLY hot.
4. No. (My response to: “Would you like to see my cock?”)
5. …I’m actually a dude.

Ok fine, I just wanted to see if you were really paying attention.

Your turn - what would your Truth Serum confession be?

 

[masterslave00]

The Truth Serum

Imagine someone slipped you a dose - and suddenly you couldn’t hold back.
What truths would you spill out here on Lit?

Here’s mine:
1. I like you.
2. I think you’re hot.
3. I think you’re REALLY hot.
4. No. (My response to: “Would you like to see my cock?”)
5. …I’m actually a dude.

Ok fine, I just wanted to see if you were really paying attention.

Your turn - what would your Truth Serum confession be?

 

[Carmina24]

Waiting

Her messages light you up.
A single notification, and suddenly the whole day feels lighter.

But she takes her time. Sometimes hours. Sometimes days.
And you remind yourself not to push. Not to demand. Not to look needy.
So you wait.

But waiting is its own ache.
Every minute stretches, whispering: she’s not thinking of you.
And yet, when her words finally arrive, it feels worth every heartbeat you wasted hoping.

You try to pass the time -
you open a game, but every victory feels hollow.
You put on Netflix, but don’t remember a single scene.
You pick up a book, but the words blur into thoughts of her.
You chat with someone else, but secretly wish it was her replying.
You nap, but even in dreams, she’s there.

All these distractions do nothing but remind you how much you miss her.

Part of you clings to the waiting - because it means you still believe in her.
Another part whispers that you should love yourself enough to walk away,
to give your time to someone who doesn’t make you beg for it.

And in the quiet, you get angry at yourself -
for being so drawn to someone who doesn’t meet you halfway.
For letting longing turn you into a shadow of yourself.

Still, you wonder…
Will there come a day when the waiting will prove worth it?
Or are you only teaching yourself the art of breaking, one unanswered message at a time?

 

[Hornymwtxn]

You are an emoji oracle?

 

[Hornymwtxn]

The Truth Serum

Imagine someone slipped you a dose - and suddenly you couldn’t hold back.
What truths would you spill out here on Lit?

Here’s mine:
1. I like you.
2. I think you’re hot.
3. I think you’re REALLY hot.
4. No. (My response to: “Would you like to see my cock?”)
5. …I’m actually a dude.

Ok fine, I just wanted to see if you were really paying attention.

Your turn - what would your Truth Serum confession be?

The Truth Serum

Imagine someone slipped you a dose - and suddenly you couldn’t hold back.
What truths would you spill out here on Lit?

Here’s mine:
1. I like you.
2. I think you’re hot.
3. I think you’re REALLY hot.
4. No. (My response to: “Would you like to see my cock?”)
5. …I’m actually a dude.

Ok fine, I just wanted to see if you were really paying attention.

Your turn - what would your Truth Serum confession be?

Your #4 is my usual lead in on a pm.

 

[Hornymwtxn]

The Mythical Creatures of Lit

They wander these halls, half-human, half-mystery, leaving chaos and chuckles and in their wake. Beware, traveler - you may encounter:

The Serial Flirt - Flirts with anyone and everyone, leaving trails of winks, hearts, and “you up?” messages across the land. You’re not special. But hey, neither is anyone else.

The Ghoster - Starts romances like a firecracker, full of sparks and promise… then vanishes into thin air right when you lean in. Were they ever real? Or just a figment of your imagination?

The Oblivious One - You’re polite. You’re nice. But they take your “haha” as a marriage proposal. Resistance is futile; they cannot take a hint.

The Essayist - Responds to “hi” with a three-chapter manifesto on love, life, and the metaphysical meaning of your comma placement.

The Emoji Oracle - Communicates solely in cryptic emoji strings. Are they saying they like you, or that their hamster escaped during a thunderstorm? The world may never know.

The Lurker - Always online, never replies. Yet somehow, they know everything.

And that’s just a start…
What other mythical creatures roam these Lit lands?

The Runner - once they cum from interactions with you they dissappear.

 

[Carmina24]

The Runner - once they cum from interactions with you they dissappear.

Good one!

 

[Hornymwtxn]

The last few are so funny--I really did laugh out loud, no emoji! You just turned the sun on here

The Joker - never knows when to shut down the humor and get serious.

The Realist - always lets their real life experiences interfere in the enjoyment of fantasies

The Over Sharer - do we really need to know your doc is struggling to come up with a treatment plan for that rash?

 

[Carmina24]

The Joker - never knows when to shut down the humor and get serious.

The Realist - always lets their real life experiences interfere in the enjoyment of fantasies

The Over Sharer - do we really need to know your doc is struggling to come up with a treatment plan for that rash?

Love it @Hornymwtxn !

 

[Greylag]

The Heroes and Heroines of Lit

By day, we are ordinary.
Goofy, clumsy, scatterbrained.
Glasses slipping down our nose.
Fingers tapping spreadsheets.
Folding laundry. Burning the toast.
Cooking dinner and forgetting the salt.
No one would suspect.

But when the veil of night falls, when we slip into this world of words, we transform.
The disguise drops.
The timid voice becomes thunder.
The shy hand becomes fire.

Here, we do not need capes or masks.
Our weapon is desire.
Our power is honesty.
Our gift is the courage to bare what the world tells us to hide.

We are the heroes and heroines of Lit.

Our powers are not forged in laboratories or alien suns.
They are born from persistence, from longing, from the quiet battles of everyday life.
We were not chosen - we chose ourselves.

We wield seduction like a lasso - words pulling hearts closer.
We carry mystery like a shield - guarding the allure that makes others lean in.
We hurl truths like daggers - sharp enough to wound, yet healing in their revelation.
We summon intimacy like lightning - sudden, blinding, unforgettable.
We spread laughter like wildfire - burning away shame, leaving joy in its wake.
We lift others like anchors - reminding them they are never drifting alone.

And even when our bodies are untouched,
or our lives may be sexless,
our fantasies roar.
Our sexuality remains our superpower.
It does not diminish us.
It fuels us - desire expressed in words, in fantasies, in courage, in connection.
It is proof that passion cannot be silenced, only transformed.

Not because we fight villains,
but because we fight silence.
We battle shame.
We conquer loneliness.

And with every story, every poem, every whispered reply,
we remind ourselves and each other that the truest superpower of all
is daring to be seen.

We are the heroes and heroines of Lit.
And this -
this is our origin story.

Fabulous words!

 

[jacfox]

A salty ode

The Harbor and the Lighthouse

The lighthouse stands
Tall, proud and gleaming
Maybe a little to one side
Its posture is leaning

The harbor lies close
Its mouth so inviting
Promising shelter,
Moments warm and exciting

But the lighthouse looks out
To the stormy approaches
Its beams shedding warning
For whatever encroaches

While the harbor looks on
And sees the strong tower.
She secretly longs
To be its true bower

Would it be so wrong?
If the sentinel shifted
And shed all its light
Within the haven, freely gifted

So listen right well
All you resurgent guys
To the murmurs of promise
From wherever they rise

Don’t pass up an offer
But consider, it’s best
To appreciate what’s good
And forget about the rest