The Art of Getting Lit Laid

[Wwwajr666]

The Stripper’s Spell

Once upon a night when the rest of the world lay sleeping, she opened a secret door - not of wood or stone, but of pixels. A link sent, a room created, a stage lit only for him.

He entered, her Lit prince, and the air between them changed. Not a crowded club, not the roar of strangers, but an intimacy made sharper by the glow of the screen. Two souls, two hungers, caught in a private web.

She began slowly. A glance, a curl of her lips, a fingertip tugging at fabric. The first reveal was no more than a strap slipping down her shoulder, but it was deliberate, wicked in its restraint. She watched his eyes - darkened, widened - and smiled as if to say: This is for you. Only you.

Layer by layer she undressed, not with haste but with the patience of a queen savoring her power. A glove abandoned, stockings peeled down inch by inch, her hips swaying to music only they could hear. Each movement was a command, each pause a dagger pressed against his composure.

The app carried her like a spell, every motion magnified, every detail sharpened. She knew he could not touch, and that was her weapon. Desire thickened with every moment he was denied.

By the time the last veil fell, she was bare before him - not in neon light, but in shadows made sacred. She whispered his name, soft and sharp, letting it linger in the hush between them.

And he - her prince - answered not with words but with reverence. His silence was heavy, trembling, filled with worship. She had undone him completely.

That night she was no mere dancer. She was an enchantress who stripped not only her body but his defenses, who claimed his breath and left him kneeling in hunger.

And in that secret room, they wrote a darker fairy tale - not bound by distance, but by desire. A story not of crowns or kingdoms, but of a queen who ruled with the art of undressing, and a prince who gladly surrendered to the spell.

Hold me closer tiny dancer

 

[Carmina24]

Jaws

They warned you not to dive too deep.
That some waters were better left untested.
That the shadows circling just beneath the surface were not fish at all - but hunger.

But you…
You couldn’t resist the pull of me.

The sea was calm when you first stepped in.
My laughter foamed like waves at your feet,
inviting, harmless, almost sweet.
And then - deeper.
Your heartbeat pounding against the silence,
the thrill of knowing you had crossed into my ocean.

You felt me before you saw me.
The ripple.
The shiver that wasn’t the cold.
The sharp graze against your skin that left you gasping, not from pain but from the shock of desire.

Predator. Prey.
Which of us was which, you no longer knew.

Because love like this isn’t gentle.
It doesn’t wait for consent in neat, tidy ways.
It strikes - fast, brutal, undeniable.
One moment you’re floating,
the next you’re drowning in me.

Still… you didn’t swim away.
You leaned closer to the danger,
to the teeth behind the kiss,
to the jaws that could destroy you,
but instead… claimed you.

And when I dragged you under,
when the water swallowed our screams,
you didn’t fight.
You surrendered -
to terror, to thrill,
to the kind of love that devours.

Because some hearts don’t nibble.
They bite.

 

[Carmina24]

Indecent Proposal

I’m not here to ask for your heart.
I’m here to ask for your ruin.

One night.
That’s all.
One night where you stop being a gentleman
and become the thing you’ve hidden
behind every buttoned-up smile.

No vows. No mercy.
No pretending we’re innocent.
Just hunger, unchained.
Hands where they shouldn’t be,
mouths that leave marks,
a memory you’ll taste for months.

Say yes and I’ll take you past the point of no return.
Say yes and I’ll show you what your self-control
was protecting you from.

I’m not promising forever.
I’m promising danger.
I’m promising a night you won’t recover from.

Indecent?
Absolutely.

But some sins are worth the asking.

 

[Carmina24]

I wonder what other books and movies I should write about....any suggestions?

 

[Hornymwtxn]

I wonder what other books and movies I should write about....any suggestions?

Debbie does Dallas?

 

[Carmina24]

Debbie does Dallas?

I had to Google this lol

 

[Hornymwtxn]

I had to Google this lol

I knew you would have to.
It's a classic

 

[masterslave00]

Indecent Proposal

I’m not here to ask for your heart.
I’m here to ask for your ruin.

One night.
That’s all.
One night where you stop being a gentleman
and become the thing you’ve hidden
behind every buttoned-up smile.

No vows. No mercy.
No pretending we’re innocent.
Just hunger, unchained.
Hands where they shouldn’t be,
mouths that leave marks,
a memory you’ll taste for months.

Say yes and I’ll take you past the point of no return.
Say yes and I’ll show you what your self-control
was protecting you from.

I’m not promising forever.
I’m promising danger.
I’m promising a night you won’t recover from.

Indecent?
Absolutely.

But some sins are worth the asking.

YES, YES, YES!

 

[Carmina24]

Rear Window

At first, it was innocent.
Scrolling through threads, peeking into other worlds.
A voyeur with your glass pressed against the words,
watching them bare themselves line by line.

You lingered where you shouldn’t.
Followed conversations you weren’t part of.
Noticing patterns no one else did -
who replied fastest,
who slipped away at night,
who always left their desire unfinished.

The thrill was in watching.
Safe. Unseen.

Until the moment the words shifted.

A sentence sharpened like a blade.
A reply that mirrored your own secrets.
Someone was writing about you.

You froze,
blood turning to glass as you read on.

The voyeur’s window had become a mirror.

And the dagger twist?
You weren’t the only one watching.

 

[Carmina24]

The Voyeur

I don’t need to touch you.
I don’t even need to move.
My pleasure lives in the way I watch you lose yours.

The rise of your chest,
the gasp you can’t swallow,
the way your body arches without permission -
that’s what unravels me.

I drink your moans like wine.
I count your shivers like treasure.
Every tremor is a lash across my skin,
every sigh a hand closing around me.

You think I’m still.
You think I’m silent.
But inside I’m burning,
because every ounce of your ecstasy
feeds me like fire.

I don’t climax when I want to.
I climax when you do.
And that is the sweetest ruin -
to come undone not from my own touch,
but from the sight of you,
radiant in surrender,
never knowing how completely
I’ve already surrendered to the pleasure of watching you.

 

[jacfox]

Put yourself out there, find your café, talk to her...

Coffee

A long, rough day
A crowded café
I need the hit, I get my brew
The aroma like a woman’s caress

Search for a space–oh–just one
Will she let me join her? My pulse ticks apace
She flicks her wrist. Tilts her head. Needs not be said–
Sure. Sit awhile.Take your coffee with me

I squeeze along, but knock her arm!
Coffee spills on her pure white chemise…
A gasp. A jump. Flurried hands.
What to do? I blaze red with unease

But instead of a scowl I get a smile
While she dabs with her napkin
The spreading stain reveals generous curves
I swallow, stare. What are we about to begin?

Those lips that I could feed…with so many things
That nose, twitches signal to mine
To share our animal instincts…
To inhale our secret hidden places

Then I take in her dark, mischievous eyes
With a steadier gaze
I’m heading down a spiral
And entering a maze

Perhaps I’d like to help her out?
Did I hear aright?
A hint of a smirk curls through her pout
She tracks the stray of my lingering eyes

Tells me to be careful
I might spill some more…
Tells me it’s all right,
But she might have to even the score

I return the smirk
When her eyes challenge mine
I’m so hard now, almost afraid to move…
The busy café clatter falls behind

The heat rises from my chest
Up my neck, and surely glows
In my face and in my eyes.
Sweat films my body as I move

I stand, wondering if it shows
Her eyes tell me that it does
I move now to join her
My own cup spills!–not there–oh no!

Sweat sticky now, is she the same?
Imagine our slick bodies, slide and slither
Wetter still within
I conjure the heat and liquid lust snares me in

Holds me fast, threatens to drain my very soul
A destruction I would willingly endure,
Then rise again…
And again…and again

Only the risk of losing my mind is stopping me.
My grin is crooked. I know you see the fire in my eyes.
I need to taste her, out and in
Fill my head with all her scents, secret, feral, deep

My ache is so urgent
I feel I might just burst
If you just touch me…
Come then, do your worst .

My gaze drops to her mouth
Her moist lips part
White teeth, a hint of glistening pink
My throat fills with my heart

My voice becomes a whisper, a grind
I lean my head so close to hers
Her breath is hot and sweet, mingles with mine
This fire must run its course

She murmurs on another smirk:
“I’m so pleased to meet you. Shall we clean up together, or…?”
“When you are ready” I rasp
Barely audible, my lips next to her ear

“Make your next move. I’m going nowhere–without you.”
The destination is clear now
I think she’ll make the journey long
A duet–a duel?--of lust, desire and more

I can wait
And dance
She’s mine

Though she has me

In a trance

 

[subdudeme13]

Maybe.
But then neither can Unicorns.

I am not sure about that, let me go check the label!

 

[Carmina24]

I am not sure about that, let me go check the label!

You two are so cute!

 

[Carmina24]

The Submissive

I kneel for you.
Not because I am weak,
but because my body aches to be claimed by your hands,
your voice,
your eyes.

I offer myself because I crave your hunger.
Because every command you give
strikes through me like heat,
making me tremble and bloom at once.

Each time I lower my gaze,
I feel your power coil around me -
not as a cage,
but as a current pulling me deeper.
Every order, every touch
is a map of my desire you alone can draw.

And when you take what I offer,
when I feel you guiding me past the edges
I’ve hidden from everyone else,
I become something more than a body at your feet.
I become wild.
I become feral.
I become free.

This isn’t surrender as defeat.
This is surrender as devotion -
a choice,
a gift,
a burning need to give you everything
and to be remade by your touch.

Because my pleasure isn’t in being broken.
It’s in being opened by you -
completely, willingly,
until I am trembling in your hunger,
radiant in my surrender,
and alive only in the space where your power meets my desire.

 

[Wwwajr666]

Indecent Proposal

I’m not here to ask for your heart.
I’m here to ask for your ruin.

One night.
That’s all.
One night where you stop being a gentleman
and become the thing you’ve hidden
behind every buttoned-up smile.

No vows. No mercy.
No pretending we’re innocent.
Just hunger, unchained.
Hands where they shouldn’t be,
mouths that leave marks,
a memory you’ll taste for months.

Say yes and I’ll take you past the point of no return.
Say yes and I’ll show you what your self-control
was protecting you from.

I’m not promising forever.
I’m promising danger.
I’m promising a night you won’t recover from.

Indecent?
Absolutely.

But some sins are worth the asking.

Yes . Care Bear

 

[Carmina24]

The Dominant

I don’t just take you.
I claim you because you come to me,
because your hunger calls mine,
because every tremor of your surrender
feeds the beast I keep caged until you open it.

I watch the way you shudder when you kneel.
It’s not weakness I see -
it’s wild, reckless strength,
a pulse of power I want to tear open and taste.

Every command I give
is a bite of heat.
Every touch I lay on you
is a mark, a line of fire pulling you deeper
into the place only I can take you.

I don’t want you small.
I want you raw.
I want to peel you back until the world disappears
and all that’s left is my voice,
your gasps,
and the thrum of your body under my hands.

The power you give me isn’t a crown.
It’s a current.
It tears through me as I guide you,
as your surrender feeds my hunger
and my control sets you alight.

And when you tremble under me,
when your shudders become confessions I can read in your skin,
I’m not above you -
I’m inside the same fire,
burning with you,
devouring and exalting you at once,
making you feral even as you bloom in my grip.

This is what it means to be Dominant.
Not to crush you,
but to wield you,
to take your gift of surrender and turn it into a blaze
where you are radiant in submission
and I am radiant in the hunger
that claims you.

 

[jacfox]

Moonbeam

She
Is the huntress of the night
Silversoft glow so full
With promise of delight

But her bow is ready
Her arrows sparkle, sharp
Ready to find your heart
Seize it with her barb

Gentle beams beguile you
Then tease you when she hides
Her ploy is oh so subtle
It’s simply time she bides

She rides the midnight sky
Higher and higher to rise
Outward, serene: Inward, dark
Until her prey she spies

The chase grows hot
Though the night is cold
Will she kill or capture?
To escape I must be bold

At last the moment comes
The point of no return
Nowhere to hide or run
Hot breath a rasping burn

But--I have a secret
One that may cause dismay
For this feral fox becomes–
A wild wild wolf, at bay

 

[The_Quiet_Man]

Carmina, your poetry is mesmerizing!

 

[Carmina24]

Carmina, your poetry is mesmerizing!

Thank you for your kind words!

 

[jacfox]

Washing undies

‘Machine on the blink’, you tell me
‘Call the plumber at the mall
I have to go run the shop now
No time to swill my smalls’

I run the water into the sink
Then add the gloopy liquid…
My mind at once begins to whir
Back to moments viscid

When these suspenders first appeared
This thong revealed more than hid
When this platform bra stayed where it was
And my hands made their urgent bid

No wonder they’re so soiled
Crumpled, stained, a tale of ruin
A long night spent…in spending
From the moment you pulled me in

Will you let me stay? I wonder
Ask me to feed you too?
I know what I’d like to give you
And it’s not just spicy food

I know it’s kinky but I can’t resist
Your lingerie lifts to my nose
My senses swim and shiver
Right down to my toes

I’m undone now completely
A slave to raw desire
I’ll be here, come get me
And
Warm yourself on my fire

 

[NightOfPassion2]

The Dominant

I don’t just take you.
I claim you because you come to me,
because your hunger calls mine,
because every tremor of your surrender
feeds the beast I keep caged until you open it.

I watch the way you shudder when you kneel.
It’s not weakness I see -
it’s wild, reckless strength,
a pulse of power I want to tear open and taste.

Every command I give
is a bite of heat.
Every touch I lay on you
is a mark, a line of fire pulling you deeper
into the place only I can take you.

I don’t want you small.
I want you raw.
I want to peel you back until the world disappears
and all that’s left is my voice,
your gasps,
and the thrum of your body under my hands.

The power you give me isn’t a crown.
It’s a current.
It tears through me as I guide you,
as your surrender feeds my hunger
and my control sets you alight.

And when you tremble under me,
when your shudders become confessions I can read in your skin,
I’m not above you -
I’m inside the same fire,
burning with you,
devouring and exalting you at once,
making you feral even as you bloom in my grip.

This is what it means to be Dominant.
Not to crush you,
but to wield you,
to take your gift of surrender and turn it into a blaze
where you are radiant in submission
and I am radiant in the hunger
that claims you.

Wow...
Wow

 

[Carmina24]

The Exhibitionist

I bare myself for you.
For the way your eyes darken when the first strap slides off my shoulder,
for the tremor in your breath when you realize
I’m going to show you everything.

I strip because I crave your hunger.
I need to see it build in your gaze -
tightening around me,
pulling me open,
making me radiant.

I savor your silence.
Each gasp you try to swallow is a pulse under my skin.
Every inch I reveal makes me taller,
makes me wilder,
until I’m no longer just a body,
but a blaze you can’t look away from.

And when the final fabric hits the floor
and air licks every secret place,
and your eyes devour me whole -
that’s when I burn with splendor.
That’s when I become magnificent.

I want you ravenous.
I want you trembling at the sight,
undone by the simple fact
that I have given you everything to see
and nothing left to hide.

My climax is your hunger.
Your eyes are my altar.
And in that feral gaze,
I rise,
untouchable and offered,
burning for the pleasure of being seen by you.

 

[Hornymwtxn]

Pretty weak but it's the thought that counts right?
............................................
Perfection

It can't possibly be true
I know
This is all so new
A special glow
Envelops you
Things you whisper and things you show
All the things you do
Sets my knobs full go
You are my glue
Just thoughts I want you to know

 

[Carmina24]

The Professor

He stands before the board, voice deep and steady, shaping every word with precision. He speaks of logic and proof, but none of it matters. Not to me.

Because I am watching him.
Not the board. Not the lesson.
Him.

My eyes peel away the layers he hides behind - the shirt, the tie, the careful posture. In my mind he is already bare. Already undone. Already trembling beneath the weight of my hunger.

His voice is the weapon I cannot resist - that calm, measured tone meant to instruct. In my head I twist it, drag it through my own darkness, until it fractures into a ragged moan. Until the lecture hall is nothing but the sound of him coming apart for me.

When his gaze sweeps the room it stops - just for a second - on me. It lingers like a touch, a spark that sears through my skin. Like he knows. Like he feels the pressure of my thoughts pressing against him.

I smile, but inside I am feral.
I want to ruin his composure.
I want to drag that hidden voice out of him and hear it break.

The class ends. The students scatter.
I remain, alone with the ghost of his scent and my own hunger.

Because some lessons aren’t about knowledge.
They’re about possession.
And now he will learn, breath by breath, what it is to be mine.

 

[Noone45]

A lady said that " I'll do anything you say, just say it honey"

I said " buy me 1969 Mustang"

She stopped messaging
Did I said something wrong?