Laurel, how do I delete all of my works?

[Guest]

I no longer wish to associate my work with Literotica. Please someone inform the owner of the site since she does not respond to my PM.

All of them.

TIA.

 

[Songcatcher]

Delete the bookmarks too, and don't come back.

 

[Guest]

Submit a new story titled *REMOVE*

In the text window list the titles of the stories you want removed. They appreciate it if you give a reason for removing them but it is not required.

Oh, almost forgot, Don't let the door....

Nah you already know that.

 

[Guest]

Done.

 

[Guest]

Bye.

I'll miss our - er - whatever.

 

[Virtual_Burlesque]

Hang In There, Охлажденная Водка!

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[McKenna]

I'll miss your insanity.

You spiced up this bunch with your brutal honesty.

 

[Guest]

How long does it take to get it done?

 

[Guest]

Does it take five fucking days?

 

[Guest]

I don't have all day, you know.

 

[Guest]

Haven't been deleted yet.

Be quick,

TIA

 

[Guest]

Jesus.

 

[Guest]

Thief.

 

[bg23]

are you leaving?
why?

 

[Guest]

Delete them.

 

[bg23]

i just don't want to lie to you.

 

[Guest]

are you leaving?
why?

I don't see a reason to tell you why.

What's lying got to do with this?

 

[bg23]

I don't see a reason to tell you why.

What's lying got to do with this?

because if you don't i don't see a reason to delete your stories

lying...
well, it's complicated.

 

[Guest]

Do expand more.

 

[Guest]

Well?

 

[bg23]

Do expand more.

why?
surely you can understand why lying is complicated.

Well?

been deleted yet, btw?

 

[she_is_my_addiction]

No, CV, you can't leave! You're like the AH's very own Shrimps'n'Peas!

 

[velvetpie]

Goodbye! And take Brinnie with you!

 

[Guest]

Goodbye! And take Brinnie with you!

Bwah!

 

[ChilledVodkaIV]

Setting each foot carefully is probably the only way that you can walk without causing hurt to things you cannot see. Things you cannot feel. Things you cannot conceive.

On a warm wet night, by the side of a grass laden verge, the sole of the shoe (irrespective of thickness) will transmit to the thinking, feeling parts of the head and forbid you to press down your weight. That upon which it stands can cause no harm other than a smear upon the shoe and a crackle slime trail to mark it's last vestige.

But pressing down is a non-option, not because of the stain, not because of the loss, simply because the option is not open.

yaters taters.