Wit & Nipples šŸ’

I did post this on Kits thread but I feel like it’s necessary to leave it here too. 🄰

I want to touch on something I’ve spoken about MANYY times before, regarding engagement on threads run by us girls… because it’s become increasingly noticeable over time. What’s being discussed reflects a far broader shift in how interaction seems to function on Lit now.

I’ve noticed this both on my own thread and more broadly across the entire site. When I first joined last February, most threads, even Am Pics… (I know crazy right? Nudes AND intellectual conversation?) felt like spaces for conversation.

There were busy threads such as Boobs Butts and Bedlam that would be POPPING all hours of the day and night. Users would drop in to talk about sex, debauchery, books, films, ideas, life… and engagement didn’t hinge so heavily on visual content (sexual or not).

It’s especially noticeable when you look back at older threads and compare them to now, even scrolling back and to the beginning of this here thread. Posts that invite discussion or reflection often receive very little response, while naughty, or not so naughty images generate a pretty immediate interaction. That isn’t a criticism of anyone in particular, but it is a bit disheartening if you’re someone who enjoys actual dialogue, reading word-based interactions, especially genuine back-and-forths, and engaging in conversations and discussion. I’ll also say that via DM, many users (in my experience) send longer messages of concern or agreement when I’ve voiced my views about the way engagement seems to skew toward images, but that’s a separate conversation entirely.

You can see the contrast in engagement clearly when multiple images are posted and activity spikes, compared to days where there might be one or two photos followed by genuinely interesting, engaging prompts, lists of books, movies, series being watched, or questions that invite discussion… and the response is minimal, often limited to the same two or three regular contributors. That difference really does feel like tangible evidence of how interaction here has shifted quite significantly. šŸ™ƒ

As I’ve said before, this certainly isn’t a value judgement about individual behaviour, but it’s understandable that such a dynamic would feel discouraging for those who are here not just to post or consume images, but to have intellectual or conversational exchanges.

For what it’s worth, for me anyway, posts where people share their interests and thoughts are the ones that give the clearest sense of who they are, and they’re the kind of contributions that made this space feel engaging and worth returning to. I hope there remains room, and appetite for that kind of participation, because it adds far more depth than fleeting interaction ever could.

If I’m being totally honest, I don’t really have the patience or inclination to wait out quieter days and then post a run of photos purely to spark engagement. That approach just doesn’t feel natural to me. I’m much more interested in sharing thoughts, ideas, or conversations as they come.

And I think that’s where the frustration sits for me: it’s hard to feel motivated to share parts of myself visually when there’s so little engagement with what I share intellectually and I think the same goes for others!
Very well said and understandable. ā¤ļø
 
Hey Dopabean šŸ‘‹,

Thanks for your original post, you have highlighted something that I hadn’t thought about, yet had been impacting my experience on Lit the last few weeks. I reply to this post because you’ve really evidenced the difference in how your posts have been engaged with, in order to make your point. And it shows.

I find my habits have changed recently when interacting on here. I used to try to actively engage in threads, especially chain threads or threads that are newer with intellectual or creative ideas, now I do that less. I only really share my personality in PMs now.

I’ve tried a couple of times recently. One a newer, Christmas-related thread which I just excused myself from after an unpleasant exchange and another chain game that led to a pleasant PM conversation which kept me there.

Maybe it’s just where I am in my Lit ā€˜journey’ and I’ve been on here long enough to know who I am likely to get on with and who I’m not. Thankfully, you’re in the former šŸ˜‚ which means that I’m more interested in talking to you and others in PMs rather than on the threads because you know me and my personality.

The red flag game was a good example of a great attempt by you to widen the depth of the thread but my immediate thought was: I’m not sure that I want people knowing those things about me. That’s on me, not you.

I don’t want the nature of Lit to change such that all we get is content you (and others) occasionally throw up when you’re in the mood - which will likely decrease over time as Lit becomes less engaging for you - because it loses a lot of what makes Lit great. As I say, I love the intellectual conversations, including when those are sex-themed in some way, I’ve probably been relying on PMs a little too much for real connection. I’m sure others are the same - and it lowers the overall quality of threads.

I’ll stop my rambling now and summarise:
You’ve highlighted an important point which I’m both a cause of and impacted by, so I will look to increase my attention on threads moving forward because I really don’t want threads like these to become one-note or worse, die away.

LW
Thank you for the amount of detail you placed here!

I totally agree with it being easier to talk openly and discus things that would be otherwise kept discreet, within the dms, but when most of the interesting conversation lives there, the threads start to feel empty. In saying that, though, I don’t want mine or anyone’s thread to become a feed you scroll when you’re bored and a PM box you retreat to when you actually want connection. The most interesting threads, to me anyway, are the ones where people think out loud, flirt with ideas, share stories with one and other and aren’t afraid to talk about the things that they don’t discuss elsewhere!

Have some balance hahaha.

But enough of that I feel as though I’ve made my point too many times here today 🤣

The red flags, were meant to be more casual than I think most assumed I intended them to be! It was supposed to be light hearted. I did in fact receive many dms where in which people were very open and also mentioned they weren’t comfortable sharing them! Of course, each individual has a line, and choosing not to cross it publicly isn’t disengagement, it’s a choice and I can’t force anyone’s hand! It was meant to be lighthearted 🄰

Super respect that you’ve noticed your own change in usage rather than just agreeing in theory!

Glad to be in the ā€œpeople I’d actually talk toā€ category. Thanks for saying this so well. šŸ–¤
 
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I like when threads are a mix of mind-numbingly gorgeous pictures and mind-stimulatingly interesting conversation with the poster of said pictures. That's why I enjoy both your and Kit's threads. Your brains are more interesting to me than the pictures. Sadly, I'm not on often enough (or at the right time) to meaningfully engage most of the time.

I HAVE thoroughly enjoyed your talking about what you're learning in school and I always want to hear more. It's very much related to what I do professionally and learning what makes people tick is just interesting.
Hello you 🄰

I don’t want to choose between visual and sexual interactions as well as actual conversation; I’ll do my best to navigate managing both sides… as I hope I have done so far!

And since you mentioned uni, I’m currently revising for my second written paper
which focuses on community psychology and self-esteem, it looks at how people experience themselves in relation to others, how shared spaces shape behaviour, and how confidence is influenced by social interaction rather than just individual traits. It is VERY interesting and also eye opening! So I’m glad you enjoy hearing about it.

Curiosity is certainly one of the more underrated forms of attraction. šŸ˜
 
Hello you 🄰

I don’t want to choose between visual and sexual interactions as well as actual conversation; I’ll do my best to navigate managing both sides… as I hope I have done so far!

And since you mentioned uni, I’m currently revising for my second written paper
which focuses on community psychology and self-esteem, it looks at how people experience themselves in relation to others, how shared spaces shape behaviour, and how confidence is influenced by social interaction rather than just individual traits. It is VERY interesting and also eye opening! So I’m glad you enjoy hearing about it.

Curiosity is certainly one of the more underrated forms of attraction. šŸ˜
You definitely do a good job of showing both sides. You show the most amazing and sexy pictures and videos. But, you also show how smart, creative, and kind you are.

That sounds like a very interesting paper. I'd happily read your work to be honest.

I'd definitely say I continue to be curious about you, so that's a good thing. šŸ˜
 
I love your hair. More pics involving your flowing locks would be amazing.

Also. What is your ideal date/night out - I’d love to know. The seduction to a great intimate session lies in the build up. Meal, movie, walk in the country etc. what makes you tingle and want a man?
Thankyou kindly!!

Well in that case… let me share some more hair focused snaps!

https://postimg.cc/VrcZ9663

https://postimg.cc/FdgWT4dw

https://postimg.cc/hzqZ8jj5

https://postimg.cc/Kkrq02kV

Enjoy, and please do let me know your favourite ;)
 
I did post this on Kits thread but I feel like it’s necessary to leave it here too. 🄰

I want to touch on something I’ve spoken about MANYY times before, regarding engagement on threads run by us girls… because it’s become increasingly noticeable over time. What’s being discussed reflects a far broader shift in how interaction seems to function on Lit now.

I’ve noticed this both on my own thread and more broadly across the entire site. When I first joined last February, most threads, even Am Pics… (I know crazy right? Nudes AND intellectual conversation?) felt like spaces for conversation.

There were busy threads such as Boobs Butts and Bedlam that would be POPPING all hours of the day and night. Users would drop in to talk about sex, debauchery, books, films, ideas, life… and engagement didn’t hinge so heavily on visual content (sexual or not).

It’s especially noticeable when you look back at older threads and compare them to now, even scrolling back and to the beginning of this here thread. Posts that invite discussion or reflection often receive very little response, while naughty, or not so naughty images generate a pretty immediate interaction. That isn’t a criticism of anyone in particular, but it is a bit disheartening if you’re someone who enjoys actual dialogue, reading word-based interactions, especially genuine back-and-forths, and engaging in conversations and discussion. I’ll also say that via DM, many users (in my experience) send longer messages of concern or agreement when I’ve voiced my views about the way engagement seems to skew toward images, but that’s a separate conversation entirely.

You can see the contrast in engagement clearly when multiple images are posted and activity spikes, compared to days where there might be one or two photos followed by genuinely interesting, engaging prompts, lists of books, movies, series being watched, or questions that invite discussion… and the response is minimal, often limited to the same two or three regular contributors. That difference really does feel like tangible evidence of how interaction here has shifted quite significantly. šŸ™ƒ

As I’ve said before, this certainly isn’t a value judgement about individual behaviour, but it’s understandable that such a dynamic would feel discouraging for those who are here not just to post or consume images, but to have intellectual or conversational exchanges.

For what it’s worth, for me anyway, posts where people share their interests and thoughts are the ones that give the clearest sense of who they are, and they’re the kind of contributions that made this space feel engaging and worth returning to. I hope there remains room, and appetite for that kind of participation, because it adds far more depth than fleeting interaction ever could.

If I’m being totally honest, I don’t really have the patience or inclination to wait out quieter days and then post a run of photos purely to spark engagement. That approach just doesn’t feel natural to me. I’m much more interested in sharing thoughts, ideas, or conversations as they come.

And I think that’s where the frustration sits for me: it’s hard to feel motivated to share parts of myself visually when there’s so little engagement with what I share intellectually and I think the same goes for others!
@SpicyBean99 I am unsure if what you are saying is reflective of this site, that, at its core, caters to volubiles and readers in general. As a 58 year old man who spends his days communicating technology I have seen a trend in increased communication of 10 words or less.

Could we be seeing the effect of the Snapchat/texting generation in front of our eyes?

We do not hesitate to text to communicate important information that, just a few short years ago, we would do in person or at the very least in a phone call.

No one is born knowing how to think and even less so to communicate in writing effectively. As much as I hated my teachers for assigning us Molière, Balzac or st-exupéry books, I have to admit that, they thought us how to express ourselves with words.

This is not a meant to be a banter against texting, which I love for its immediate and timely answer, I just feel that the medium does not enable one to effectively express all of the grey zones of an argumentative approach.

This is meant to be an observation on my part, that’s it.

Anyone here is welcome to disagree, it’s all good, I enjoy debating ideas.
 
Thankyou kindly!!

Well in that case… let me share some more hair focused snaps!

https://postimg.cc/VrcZ9663

https://postimg.cc/FdgWT4dw

https://postimg.cc/hzqZ8jj5

https://postimg.cc/Kkrq02kV

Enjoy, and please do let me know your favourite ;)
1 and 4, over here. Lovely to see that side of you - the side that’s just getting ready to be seen in public and no doubt still turning plenty of heads!

How long does your hair washing/drying/styling process take? That can’t be a quick job!
 
Hello you 🄰

I don’t want to choose between visual and sexual interactions as well as actual conversation; I’ll do my best to navigate managing both sides… as I hope I have done so far!

And since you mentioned uni, I’m currently revising for my second written paper
which focuses on community psychology and self-esteem, it looks at how people experience themselves in relation to others, how shared spaces shape behaviour, and how confidence is influenced by social interaction rather than just individual traits. It is VERY interesting and also eye opening! So I’m glad you enjoy hearing about it.

Curiosity is certainly one of the more underrated forms of attraction. šŸ˜
I think you strike a very good balance. There's plenty of the sultry, bratty, seductive, temptress side of you with some incredible pictures as the cherry on top. There's plenty of the wit and intellect. There's also plenty of the bare heart that sees and embraces beauty in what you see and the experiences you have. (I often wish I could experience and FEEL as deeply as people like you but it's not in my brain wiring.)

You're a joy to be around, Bean. I'm happy you're here.
 
I have a practical question …. Going to a featherlite topic… what are best choices for flavoured condoms? Wife’s Christmas present with intent of getting more BJs…
 
I felt inspired, and horny so I very quickly wrote a short, but sexy story for you to enjoy...It is quite possibly cliche, a little predictable...But some of you will enjoy it and if you do...maybe, if you showcase your creative (horny, pervy) ideas... you'll get to choose what happens next....

You wake up on the sofa with your jacket still on and the taste of whiskey lingering on your tongue. The spacious, open-plan lounge is empty now; the Christmas party had been loud and crowded only hours ago, but nothing is left besides abandoned glasses on the marble island, red LED lights still glowing against the floor-to-ceiling windows. You look down at your watch: 4.55am.

You’ve woken up here before. More often than you’d like to admit. But, staying over is easy when your boss is also your best friend. Zero explanations needed and no dreary eyed, awkward 3am goodbyes. You crash, he sleeps it off in his stupendous super king size, and in the morning you steal an americano from his so called "it's just a conversation piece" designer Miele coffee machine. It's practically routine now.

At least, it usually is.

You push yourself upright. Your head isn’t spinning like it normally would, and you give yourself a quiet mental pat on the back for not taking it too far. Reaching for your phone, you pat the cushion beside you, then the floor beneath the sofa. You start to panic sligthly, it had been a hectic evening, could someone have picked it up by mistake?

Nothing.

ā€œLooking for this?ā€

A soft voice comes from the doorway and your stomach does a flip.

She’s standing there as if she’s been there a while, watching you, leaning lightly against the frame, one shoulder bare where the strap of a pale pink nightdress has slid loose. Her long, black hair is down, straight, delicate whisps flowing just below her breasts.

She’s holding your phone between two fingers, but makes no move to cross the room or give it to you. There is absolutely no mistaking who the girl is, it’s your bosses daughter, home for the holidays from university and looking hotter than he remembered.

ā€œI wondered how long it would take you to wake up and figure it was gone,ā€ she says, glancing at the screen before lifting her eyes back to you. Calm and unbothered. ā€œYou always wake up looking for something.ā€

Your jaw tightens. ā€œYou should give me that.ā€

She doesn’t. Instead, she shifts her legs a little, the silk of her nightdress catching the light and you can see almost everything beneath it.

ā€œYou know,ā€ she says lightly, ā€œmost men try harder not to stare.ā€

You exhale through your nose. ā€œThis isn’t appropriate Sophie. Give me the phone and put some clothes on before your dad, my boss wakes up.ā€

Her mouth curves into a slow, sly smile.

ā€œNeither is sleeping on your boss’s sofa,ā€ she says, eyes flicking pointedly downward, ā€œwithout your trousers on.ā€
There’s a brief, mortifying pause while your brain catches up with the sensation of cold air on your legs. You glance down. Then back up. Then down again, like it might have corrected itself in the meantime.

It hasn’t.

You look to your feet to find them, suddenly accutely aware of your shirt riding a little too high over your stomach and the undeniable fact that your trousers are nowhere in sight.

ā€œHow unfortunate.ā€ Sophie says.

You drag a hand over your face. ā€œJesus Christ.ā€

She hums, quietly, clearly entertained, and finally lifts your phone a little higher, turning and twiddling it in her fingers.

ā€œRelax,ā€ she says. ā€œI’m not judging.ā€

Her eyes flick down again. Linger. Then return to your face. And you do your best to adjust the rising, hot feeling between your legs.

ā€œI just thought it was funny,ā€ she adds, ā€œthat you were so busy telling me what’s appropriate… while sitting there like that.ā€

You straighten instinctively, as much as you can manage. ā€œGive me the phone, Sophie.ā€

ā€œStand up,ā€ she says simply. ā€œAnd close your eyes.ā€

You hesitate. As much as you want your phone, you know you’re in dangerous territory.

ā€œYou’re very good at giving instructions,ā€ she says calmly. ā€œLess good at following them.ā€

You swallow. ā€œThis is ridiculous.ā€

ā€œMmm,ā€ she replies, and you swear it almost sounds like a small moan, ā€œSo is pretending you’re not curious to see what happens next.ā€

Silence fills the air for only a moment more until you decide to bite the fucking bullet, and stand up, closing your eyes tight.

You hear a slight rustle, fabric sliding, skin against skin, and then a sudden flash of red light blooms behind your eyelids. Once. Twice. The unmistakable sound of a camera shutter follows closely, and your pulse spikes once again. The urge to open your eyes, and to break whatever hold she has over the moment, almost takes over, but you don’t. You stay exactly where you are, eyes shut, hands loose at your sides, obeying without having consciously decided to. The not knowing is making you harder but you ignore that and focus on the sound of light footsteps nearing closer and closer.

You feel her in front of you, hear her breath, feel the warmth of her body. You notice a smell, perhaps strawberries, a hint of cream, and maybe even vanilla? You almost laugh at the absurdity of it. Of all things. Sweet and innocent. Completely at odds with what she was doing to you. You feel her leaning in, her hair brushing against your cheek as she whispers in your ear:

ā€œI think we both know what happens next.ā€
 
To be honest, I wasn’t particularly horny before, but after reading this, I am. The sexual tension is amazing. Thia is hard on a guy, on bed, after midnight. Thank you for waking me up!
 
It did. And hugely so. I like that turn on feeling and conversations, deep in the night. Also makes me womder - if that happened to me, how much risk would i take? A lot probably. You?
 
1 and 4, over here. Lovely to see that side of you - the side that’s just getting ready to be seen in public and no doubt still turning plenty of heads!

How long does your hair washing/drying/styling process take? That can’t be a quick job!
Thankyou LW! <3

It doesn't actually take as long as you think, the following will be...yawn boring...but you asked ;)... drying it does take a lot longer so I tend to wash it in the evening and then sleep in two plaits!
 
It did. And hugely so. I like that turn on feeling and conversations, deep in the night. Also makes me womder - if that happened to me, how much risk would i take? A lot probably. You?
I may have a slight weakness for older men, in particular the ones who should know better, and usually don’t so in this DREAM scenario of mine...I would take that risk...
 
I may have a slight weakness for older men, in particular the ones who should know better, and usually don’t so in this DREAM scenario of mine...I would take that risk...
You are reading my mind. I know the dilemma and I know what I would do. Go for it, abandon caution and go whereever Sophie will lead us. Yolo. If ever you are interested O woild love to share those moments.
 
I felt inspired, and horny so I very quickly wrote a short, but sexy story for you to enjoy...It is quite possibly cliche, a little predictable...But some of you will enjoy it and if you do...maybe, if you showcase your creative (horny, pervy) ideas... you'll get to choose what happens next....

You wake up on the sofa with your jacket still on and the taste of whiskey lingering on your tongue. The spacious, open-plan lounge is empty now; the Christmas party had been loud and crowded only hours ago, but nothing is left besides abandoned glasses on the marble island, red LED lights still glowing against the floor-to-ceiling windows. You look down at your watch: 4.55am.

You’ve woken up here before. More often than you’d like to admit. But, staying over is easy when your boss is also your best friend. Zero explanations needed and no dreary eyed, awkward 3am goodbyes. You crash, he sleeps it off in his stupendous super king size, and in the morning you steal an americano from his so called "it's just a conversation piece" designer Miele coffee machine. It's practically routine now.

At least, it usually is.

You push yourself upright. Your head isn’t spinning like it normally would, and you give yourself a quiet mental pat on the back for not taking it too far. Reaching for your phone, you pat the cushion beside you, then the floor beneath the sofa. You start to panic sligthly, it had been a hectic evening, could someone have picked it up by mistake?

Nothing.

ā€œLooking for this?ā€

A soft voice comes from the doorway and your stomach does a flip.

She’s standing there as if she’s been there a while, watching you, leaning lightly against the frame, one shoulder bare where the strap of a pale pink nightdress has slid loose. Her long, black hair is down, straight, delicate whisps flowing just below her breasts.

She’s holding your phone between two fingers, but makes no move to cross the room or give it to you. There is absolutely no mistaking who the girl is, it’s your bosses daughter, home for the holidays from university and looking hotter than he remembered.

ā€œI wondered how long it would take you to wake up and figure it was gone,ā€ she says, glancing at the screen before lifting her eyes back to you. Calm and unbothered. ā€œYou always wake up looking for something.ā€

Your jaw tightens. ā€œYou should give me that.ā€

She doesn’t. Instead, she shifts her legs a little, the silk of her nightdress catching the light and you can see almost everything beneath it.

ā€œYou know,ā€ she says lightly, ā€œmost men try harder not to stare.ā€

You exhale through your nose. ā€œThis isn’t appropriate Sophie. Give me the phone and put some clothes on before your dad, my boss wakes up.ā€

Her mouth curves into a slow, sly smile.

ā€œNeither is sleeping on your boss’s sofa,ā€ she says, eyes flicking pointedly downward, ā€œwithout your trousers on.ā€
There’s a brief, mortifying pause while your brain catches up with the sensation of cold air on your legs. You glance down. Then back up. Then down again, like it might have corrected itself in the meantime.

It hasn’t.

You look to your feet to find them, suddenly accutely aware of your shirt riding a little too high over your stomach and the undeniable fact that your trousers are nowhere in sight.

ā€œHow unfortunate.ā€ Sophie says.

You drag a hand over your face. ā€œJesus Christ.ā€

She hums, quietly, clearly entertained, and finally lifts your phone a little higher, turning and twiddling it in her fingers.

ā€œRelax,ā€ she says. ā€œI’m not judging.ā€

Her eyes flick down again. Linger. Then return to your face. And you do your best to adjust the rising, hot feeling between your legs.

ā€œI just thought it was funny,ā€ she adds, ā€œthat you were so busy telling me what’s appropriate… while sitting there like that.ā€

You straighten instinctively, as much as you can manage. ā€œGive me the phone, Sophie.ā€

ā€œStand up,ā€ she says simply. ā€œAnd close your eyes.ā€

You hesitate. As much as you want your phone, you know you’re in dangerous territory.

ā€œYou’re very good at giving instructions,ā€ she says calmly. ā€œLess good at following them.ā€

You swallow. ā€œThis is ridiculous.ā€

ā€œMmm,ā€ she replies, and you swear it almost sounds like a small moan, ā€œSo is pretending you’re not curious to see what happens next.ā€

Silence fills the air for only a moment more until you decide to bite the fucking bullet, and stand up, closing your eyes tight.

You hear a slight rustle, fabric sliding, skin against skin, and then a sudden flash of red light blooms behind your eyelids. Once. Twice. The unmistakable sound of a camera shutter follows closely, and your pulse spikes once again. The urge to open your eyes, and to break whatever hold she has over the moment, almost takes over, but you don’t. You stay exactly where you are, eyes shut, hands loose at your sides, obeying without having consciously decided to. The not knowing is making you harder but you ignore that and focus on the sound of light footsteps nearing closer and closer.

You feel her in front of you, hear her breath, feel the warmth of her body. You notice a smell, perhaps strawberries, a hint of cream, and maybe even vanilla? You almost laugh at the absurdity of it. Of all things. Sweet and innocent. Completely at odds with what she was doing to you. You feel her leaning in, her hair brushing against your cheek as she whispers in your ear:

ā€œI think we both know what happens next.ā€
Very inspiring start. 😈😈😈
 
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