The Art of Getting Lit Laid

Thank you <3
I am afraid I then ended up tinkering with the typos so it's now a little itty bitsy different in places. But not in substance :)
Don't worry about typos.
We are men and women of substance here. 😉
Doncha warry about typo's we got a good team who'll undurstand it
Just be free and enjiy
 
Oh I can definitley add my own madness! I really love some of your suggestions. I'm made some great friends and had some exciting experiences on line over the years. I think the best advice I've been given, and would offer is "Be curious, no judegemental". Walt Witman.

I've found that simply asking more of what people think, taking in interest in what they say, and being open to new ideas - that can really take you to new places.
Thanks!

Carmina is the brains and the beauty of this thread
 
Lessons learned:

The over arching reason for successful lit relationships is to just be yourself.

Realize there will be failures due to a multitude of reasons beyond your control. Lack of time, life getting busy, illness, and on and on.

Concentrate on the successes and learn from your mistakes but don't dwell on the failures.

Take baseball hitters for example, a great batting average is .300 that means more than 2/3rds of the time they do not get a hit.
 
Only just saw this thread, and I like the humanity shared here.

My experiences over many years have been as follows, and I can make it very brief, but with one footnote:

Be thyself, shalt be the law.

Which means, I learned to be my usual self and once I stood by that then I found it just as difficult and as easy to get to know somebody, often a "woman" sometimes a "man" (we get to know each other as words here, hence the quotation marks), and from there to more meaningful encounters, sometimes involving more than mere words. Whether "laid" or not. Laid more often as a younger man, more recently other aspects have become mroe meaningful to me, but sexually laden all through. As one would expect, on Lit.

Becoming myself, which freed me up to be ready for and - not the right word but the effect was like that - attract encounters, did not and does not mean to be the "me" that I am if you were to drop by my place just now and look over my shoulder while I type this. No. I do love personas. Anywhere and everywhere. So here and just now as you read this, I am not the one that you would experience were you to physically look over my shoulder. And yet, I am. But in other way.

I am different personas offline (to the extent that I could be anything or anybody at all if entirely offline, these days - but that's me), to friends, family, colleagues, strangers. Garfinkel lives.

So I always found it easy to be me in online personas too. But that does not mean I always was me. Encounters, getting laid, tended to escape me when I was not me. I struggled sometimes to have the courage to be 'me' in those different personas online. Offline, there is no choice because none of us have immediate and comprehensive conscious control of what we feed towards the other in an encounter (looks, movement, smell, smiles, gestures, tremors, how we breathe, HOW we talk -- all before what we say, how we touch etc). Online, to a much greater extent, we retain control of much of what is sent to the other.

No control of course of how the other receives us, what we send. Not anymore online than offline.

And that brings me to my footnote:
Because we have much less access in fact, in terms of immediate unspoken gestures of authenticity, to how the other 'reads' us, there is vastly greater scope for misunderstandings. I would even go as far as suggesting that much of an initial encounter here is projection of our wishes and phantasies onto the other, whether the other reflects those or not. So it takes considerabe unpacking to unwrap these projections, on both sides, until one may level with each other.

Often, we never level. Sometimes, that can hurt. It may be we find out too late. Not through ill will on either side, but because we are all human, and our personas here, like anywhere, are only ever a slice of the overall cake. PS: yes I do accept there is actually an amazing amount of "stuff" and ill will on Lit if one does not take care. Not always from "men", but often. I of course, a "man" and a man (in a chromosomal or whatever sense), have better insight on being on the receiving end of emotional ill will dished out by "women". But I have well developed defenses, and have been blessed by many meaningful moments and periods of intimacy with women (no quotation marks now, where we were able to move to different realities than those that remain mostly textual).

So the most important secret sauce for a continuously fulfilling online presence on Lit, in my experience, is tolerance and foregiveness, and the ability to accept the other in terms of where and how they are, here. Many of us here are flawed in so many ways, and wonderful in so many other ways. And so much is possible if we accept the fragility of what it is that may become possible.

xx
Tom
I recognize and associate myself with a lot of what you say here, Tom - thanks for sharing your experience and feelings.
 
Lessons learned:

The over arching reason for successful lit relationships is to just be yourself.

Realize there will be failures due to a multitude of reasons beyond your control. Lack of time, life getting busy, illness, and on and on.

Concentrate on the successes and learn from your mistakes but don't dwell on the failures.

Take baseball hitters for example, a great batting average is .300 that means more than 2/3rds of the time they do not get a hit.
Amen.

And remember that not everyone you cross paths with here want the exact same things. But when two people do make that connection....wow!
 
Lessons learned:

The over arching reason for successful lit relationships is to just be yourself.

Realize there will be failures due to a multitude of reasons beyond your control. Lack of time, life getting busy, illness, and on and on.

Concentrate on the successes and learn from your mistakes but don't dwell on the failures.

Take baseball hitters for example, a great batting average is .300 that means more than 2/3rds of the time they do not get a hit.
Great transferable insight, I keep trying to push my 'come after her' score beyond that sticky third. Not trying hard enough moving the score invariably invites consequences though 😈 Great for my self improvement and other journeys..
 
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She

She might be here, I thought
I never sought to look before
Fearful of rabbit warrens
That draw you in, more and more

But maybe there are some down here
Who notice who you are
Who listen, understand your fear–
That your soul could be stripped bare

Will she feel my longing
Know my strongest ache?
Or will she simply tease me
Never give, just take?

I think that maybe she might see
What lies in my deepest thoughts;
Shine such light I could not hide,
Expose me, naked, with ruin fraught.

Will she prove feral, dark and wicked?
Or be gentle, warm and kind?
What do I want? Might it be both?
I cannot not know what I would find

No good there comes from risks avoided
Time comes, to show your heart on sleeve
And if it were to be spurned, rejected
Accept such fate and grieve

I know we’ll have a special language
A secret bond, in adversity founded
Jeopardy too, yet welcome
A bond both true and grounded

And when I hear her challenge
Read her dare, her promise see
I won’t walk, but run to her lair
And who will it be, but

She
 
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.

Friends, if you liked The Real Game, which is Part 1 of the Gentleman’s Guide, you might like the next parts - links below.
(Disclaimer: cobbled together from the entirely fallible, slightly mischievous mind of Carmina).

2)The Secret Weapon

3)The Hidden Key

4)The Dangerous Edge

5)The Final Move
 
She

She might be here, I thought
I never sought to look before
Fearful of rabbit warrens
That draw you in, more and more

But maybe there are some down here
Who notice who you are
Who listen, understand your fear–
That your soul could be stripped bare

Will she feel my longing
Know my strongest ache?
Or will she simply tease me
Never give, just take?

I think that maybe she might see
What lies in my deepest thoughts;
Shine such light I could not hide,
Expose me, naked, with ruin fraught.

Will she prove feral, dark and wicked?
Or be gentle, warm and kind?
What do I want? Might it be both?
I cannot not know what I would find

No good there comes from risks avoided
Time comes, to show your heart on sleeve
And if it were to be spurned, rejected
Accept such fate and grieve

I know we’ll have a special language
A secret bond, in adversity founded
Jeopardy too, yet welcome
A bond both true and grounded

And when I hear her challenge
Read her dare, her promise see
I won’t walk, but run to her lair
And who will it be, but

She
@jacfox This is radiant!
 
The Real Game
You describe the art of seduction perfectly . It's not about the end it's the dance getting there . It's being there when she gets up and to put her to sleep. The joke and the stories the secret language. Until you spend any free time together even if she is around the world. Then it clicks and it is amazing and unforgettable. The perfect sentence to discribe the whole thing is.
Take your time as if you know the ending will be worth the wait . Because it will be
♥️💙🐻🐢🐐🐸🦊🐈🦀💙♥️
 
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