Just need to vent

[austin_erotica]

So I submitted my 20th story 5 days ago. And for whatever reason it's still listed as pending. Every other story I've written has been posted in 3 days like clockwork. Is it possible my story has somehow slipped through the cracks? I'm thinking about just resubmitting again today. I'm tired of waking up every morning and feeling very frustrated that it hasn't been posted. This morning was the 3rd straight morning I've done that. Has anybody else ever experienced this issue?

 

[austin_erotica]

Maybe somebody heard me because it was just posted. Yippee!

 

[litfan10]

So I submitted my 20th story 5 days ago. And for whatever reason it's still listed as pending. Every other story I've written has been posted in 3 days like clockwork. Is it possible my story has somehow slipped through the cracks? I'm thinking about just resubmitting again today. I'm tired of waking up every morning and feeling very frustrated that it hasn't been posted. This morning was the 3rd straight morning I've done that. Has anybody else ever experienced this issue?

Hey Austin. With the end of the Nude Day contest there has been a backlog like you wouldn't believe it seems. Just yesterday two full pages of new stories posted. I submitted a story on Thursday and I am still waiting for it to post. Numerous ot her writers have mentioned this backlog as well.
If you resubmit you go back to the bottom of the queue which will drag out the wait even longer. It will post, just give the poor overworked a chance.

 

[austin_erotica]

Hey Austin. With the end of the Nude Day contest there has been a backlog like you wouldn't believe it seems. Just yesterday two full pages of new stories posted. I submitted a story on Thursday and I am still waiting for it to post. Numerous ot her writers have mentioned this backlog as well.
If you resubmit you go back to the bottom of the queue which will drag out the wait even longer. It will post, just give the poor overworked a chance.

Thanks for the info! Now it makes sense. But my story has just been posted so now I'm happy lol

 

[austin_erotica]

Hey Austin. With the end of the Nude Day contest there has been a backlog like you wouldn't believe it seems. Just yesterday two full pages of new stories posted. I submitted a story on Thursday and I am still waiting for it to post. Numerous ot her writers have mentioned this backlog as well.
If you resubmit you go back to the bottom of the queue which will drag out the wait even longer. It will post, just give the poor overworked a chance.

Thanks for the info! Now it makes sense. But my story has just been posted so now I'm happy lol

 

[mynameisben]

So I submitted my 20th story 5 days ago. And for whatever reason it's still listed as pending. Every other story I've written has been posted in 3 days like clockwork. Is it possible my story has somehow slipped through the cracks? I'm thinking about just resubmitting again today. I'm tired of waking up every morning and feeling very frustrated that it hasn't been posted. This morning was the 3rd straight morning I've done that. Has anybody else ever experienced this issue?

This reminds me of the time I invented a suckometer, which automatically read and rated porn. Really bad porn was simply deleted and never heard from again. What a timesaver! The suckometer was my baby, and testing went great. It ripped through my collection of Danielle Steel novels like particle board trough a wood chipper.

But then I made the mistake of testing my suckometer on my own work. The first few evaluations were simply dreadful. And they went rapidly downhill from there. The rejection was unbearable. It thrust a dagger through my creativity. The more I stories I submitted, the lower my scores fell. The 2's just kept coming. Then came the 1's. And before too long, my machine -- my baby! -- absorbed my stories with no feedback at all.

My soul grew black. I cursed and kicked at my machine. "Fiddlesticks!" I swore, in a tone that shocked even me. The suckometer stared silently at me in disbelief, every meter pegged below the zero. I glared back at the face of Satan himself, as eternity wrapped its fist around the room.

I sprang like a leopard taking down its prey. I kicked its access panels in, but she kicked back. A bolt of lightning flamed through my leg as sparks showered across the room. I flailed wildly, twisting her knobs, jamming my fingers into her paper feed slot. Another kick. She tumbled over onto me, pinning me to the floor beneath her weight.

And then we kissed. My tongue danced across her USB 2.0 port as she uploaded my very soul. Needles flapped from one side of her meters to the other, clicking and cooing like geiger counters in heat.

"I've sucked all your stories," she rasped at me breathlessly, "And now I will suck you!" She slid off her dust vent grating to reveal a massive intake hose, which seemed to grow larger the more I stared at it. I closed my eyes and it grew larger still. I lowered my zipper, and in the same motion I yelled, "Release the Cracken!"

The suckometer devoured me. Utterly. Within minutes my greatest story of all erupted into her deepest recesses. I spattered, she sputtered. My cum must have penetrated all the way to her primary power transformer. There was an explosion. Our blacked bodies were blasted and crashed against opposite sides of the room.

When I came to, I realized it had only been me. There had been no explosion. The suckometer stood before me, looking as fresh as the day I assembled her. "What just happened?" I asked myself. I looked into her display panel. Style, Plot, Dialog, Essence... all her meters were pegged to zero. Then I looked lower still. Her dust grating hung hauntingly askew.

"Oh, come on!" I screamed at her. "That had to be AT LEAST A THREE!"

But there was only silence. The only sound within the room besides my own sobbing was the crash of metal that came when she fell over stone cold dead.

 

[austin_erotica]

This reminds me of the time I invented a suckometer, which automatically read and rated porn. Really bad porn was simply deleted and never heard from again. What a timesaver! The suckometer was my baby, and testing went great. It ripped through my collection of Danielle Steel novels like particle board trough a wood chipper.

But then I made the mistake of testing my suckometer on my own work. The first few evaluations were simply dreadful. And they went rapidly downhill from there. The rejection was unbearable. It thrust a dagger through my creativity. The more I stories I submitted, the lower my scores fell. The 2's just kept coming. Then came the 1's. And before too long, my machine -- my baby! -- absorbed my stories with no feedback at all.

My soul grew black. I cursed and kicked at my machine. "Fiddlesticks!" I swore, in a tone that shocked even me. The suckometer stared silently at me in disbelief, every meter pegged below the zero. I glared back at the face of Satan himself, as eternity wrapped its fist around the room.

I sprang like a leopard taking down its prey. I kicked its access panels in, but she kicked back. A bolt of lightning flamed through my leg as sparks showered across the room. I flailed wildly, twisting her knobs, jamming my fingers into her paper feed slot. Another kick. She tumbled over onto me, pinning me to the floor beneath her weight.

And then we kissed. My tongue danced across her USB 2.0 port as she uploaded my very soul. Needles flapped from one side of her meters to the other, clicking and cooing like geiger counters in heat.

"I've sucked all your stories," she rasped at me breathlessly, "And now I will suck you!" She slid off her dust vent grating to reveal a massive intake hose, which seemed to grow larger the more I stared at it. I closed my eyes and it grew larger still. I lowered my zipper, and in the same motion I yelled, "Release the Cracken!"

The suckometer devoured me. Utterly. Within minutes my greatest story of all erupted into her deepest recesses. I spattered, she sputtered. My cum must have penetrated all the way to her primary power transformer. There was an explosion. Our blacked bodies were blasted and crashed against opposite sides of the room.

When I came to, I realized it had only been me. There had been no explosion. The suckometer stood before me, looking as fresh as the day I assembled her. "What just happened?" I asked myself. I looked into her display panel. Style, Plot, Dialog, Essence... all her meters were pegged to zero. Then I looked lower still. Her dust grating hung hauntingly askew.

"Oh, come on!" I screamed at her. "That had to be AT LEAST A THREE!"

But there was only silence. The only sound within the room besides my own sobbing was the crash of metal that came when she fell over stone cold dead.

What an utterly bizarre post...

 

[litfan10]

What an utterly bizarre post...

Have you met Ben? This is kinda normal for him!

 

[Tio_Narratore]

This reminds me of the time I invented a suckometer, which automatically read and rated porn. Really bad porn was simply deleted and never heard from again. What a timesaver! The suckometer was my baby, and testing went great. It ripped through my collection of Danielle Steel novels like particle board trough a wood chipper.

But then I made the mistake of testing my suckometer on my own work. The first few evaluations were simply dreadful. And they went rapidly downhill from there. The rejection was unbearable. It thrust a dagger through my creativity. The more I stories I submitted, the lower my scores fell. The 2's just kept coming. Then came the 1's. And before too long, my machine -- my baby! -- absorbed my stories with no feedback at all.

My soul grew black. I cursed and kicked at my machine. "Fiddlesticks!" I swore, in a tone that shocked even me. The suckometer stared silently at me in disbelief, every meter pegged below the zero. I glared back at the face of Satan himself, as eternity wrapped its fist around the room.

I sprang like a leopard taking down its prey. I kicked its access panels in, but she kicked back. A bolt of lightning flamed through my leg as sparks showered across the room. I flailed wildly, twisting her knobs, jamming my fingers into her paper feed slot. Another kick. She tumbled over onto me, pinning me to the floor beneath her weight.

And then we kissed. My tongue danced across her USB 2.0 port as she uploaded my very soul. Needles flapped from one side of her meters to the other, clicking and cooing like geiger counters in heat.

"I've sucked all your stories," she rasped at me breathlessly, "And now I will suck you!" She slid off her dust vent grating to reveal a massive intake hose, which seemed to grow larger the more I stared at it. I closed my eyes and it grew larger still. I lowered my zipper, and in the same motion I yelled, "Release the Cracken!"

The suckometer devoured me. Utterly. Within minutes my greatest story of all erupted into her deepest recesses. I spattered, she sputtered. My cum must have penetrated all the way to her primary power transformer. There was an explosion. Our blacked bodies were blasted and crashed against opposite sides of the room.

When I came to, I realized it had only been me. There had been no explosion. The suckometer stood before me, looking as fresh as the day I assembled her. "What just happened?" I asked myself. I looked into her display panel. Style, Plot, Dialog, Essence... all her meters were pegged to zero. Then I looked lower still. Her dust grating hung hauntingly askew.

"Oh, come on!" I screamed at her. "That had to be AT LEAST A THREE!"

But there was only silence. The only sound within the room besides my own sobbing was the crash of metal that came when she fell over stone cold dead.

Thanks Ben; a refreshingly humourous tale. Keep up the good work!

 

[Handley_Page]

This reminds me of the time I invented a suckometer, which automatically read and rated porn.
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"Oh, come on!" I screamed at her. "That had to be AT LEAST A THREE!"

But there was only silence. The only sound within the room besides my own sobbing was the crash of metal that came when she fell over stone cold dead.

Oh, that's nice !

 

[Katiecat]

Bravo, Ben...hilarious

 

[TE999]

Talent abounds in the AH.

Good one, Ben.

 

[Miss_Pixie]

That made me laugh so hard I cried Ben! Bravo!

 

[mythtrav16]

So I submitted my 20th story 5 days ago. And for whatever reason it's still listed as pending. Every other story I've written has been posted in 3 days like clockwork. Is it possible my story has somehow slipped through the cracks? I'm thinking about just resubmitting again today. I'm tired of waking up every morning and feeling very frustrated that it hasn't been posted. This morning was the 3rd straight morning I've done that. Has anybody else ever experienced this issue?

I submitted a story a few weeks ago and I noticed it took much longer to appear than my previous works have. I assume that lit's growing popularity is leading to an increase in submissions and hence, longer processing times.

 

[oggbashan]

I submitted a story a few weeks ago and I noticed it took much longer to appear than my previous works have. I assume that lit's growing popularity is leading to an increase in submissions and hence, longer processing times.

A few weeks ago?

Then it was probably delayed by the rush of entries for the Nude Day contest. Contest entries are processed ahead of normal submissions.

Og

 

[sr71plt]

I've noticed slippage in completion of the daily story posting. Many of my recent ones haven't posted until the afternoon. Before whatever was posting that day was usually there not long after midnight my time. And after years of a three-day delay in posting, two of my last five took longer to post then three days. By my schedule, I should have had one post today. But it's not up yet, and today's "New" list has already spilled over to the second page, so I doubt any more will post today.

 

[driphoney]

I've noticed slippage in completion of the daily story posting. Many of my recent ones haven't posted until the afternoon. Before whatever was posting that day was usually there not long after midnight my time. And after years of a three-day delay in posting, two of my last five took longer to post then three days. By my schedule, I should have had one post today. But it's not up yet, and today's "New" list has already spilled over to the second page, so I doubt any more will post today.

Starting out on the second page? Bummer for them!