literotica convention dream

[Bluetrain]

hey all,

I had a thought the other day that turned into a dream about a literotica convention somewhere in the not-too-distant future. It was awesome at first! Hundreds of authors, drinks, discussions, flirtations.

Then...

I realized that, somehow, 99% of the authors were males, and most of those had posed as females on literotica! killermuffin was a slightly rotund, balding banker from St. Louis; nickie a dark bearded, glasses-wearing insurance underwriter, SexySecretary a forty-ish British pub tender, and Cymbidia a thin, sallow faced school teacher from upstate New York.

I felt guilty about being myself: a heavily muscled, dashingly handsome member of Mensa who had just finished sailing around the world while writing his next memoir on digging for aztec gold.

Laurel, of course, was a gray tabby, who spend most of her time sitting by the buffet tables or digging in the potted palms.

manu was manu, and didn't appreciate all the cheesy homosexual pickup lines like, "You want to go manu e manu tonight?"

that's all,

cheers,

b

 

[Guest]

You may be right about most authors being male, but some women would adore being plunked down in the middle of your fantasy convention. Further, although I have not read your stuff, i bet I could write circles around you my imagery is so detailed and my view so fresh. For example,

The tall, slim woman stepped nervously through the door of the large noisy room. She had had her day as a beauty, and now she was on the fading side of forty, but her sexual need had increased lately. Sometimes her pussy throbbed and her stomach ached with it. Only her vibrator and her writing provided temporary relief. At this moment however, she was too nervous to think of sex except in the abstract. She was at an erotica writers' convention! She still couldn't believe it. She knew, however, what she had come for, and once again she felt the familiar rhythmic (sp) contractions which signaled her need.

She took another step into the room. Just has she had thought. It was filled with men. Young men, men her age, men in their sixties and seventies! Only a few women were there and most of them were not as attractive as she.

How could she have gone six months without a cock in her mouth? She surveyed the room again. The men--she wanted all of them, wanted to unzip each pair of slacks and fall to her knees to suck each beautiful cock. She smiled at this silly notion. She had been in a deep depression, and coming out of it she had found herself not only incredibly horny, but also quite shy and afraid of rejection. That feeling did not exist for her now at this time and in this place far from her home. At this place where sex was pretty much on the table.

She took another few steps in the direction of the bar and felt the unfamilar coolness beneath her dress. She had on no underwear and thigh high white hose. She sensed heads turn as she crossed the room. "These are going to be the best, and the wildest and the nastiest few days of my life," she thought, and the contraction of her pussy at that moment almost made her stumble.

How about that, Sweetie!

 

[cymbidia]

Cymbidia a thin, sallow faced school teacher from upstate New York

Oh gods - you've unmasked me! Ummm, could you move a bit closer, too, while we're discussing that unmasking, you "heavily muscled, dashingly handsome member of Mensa who had just finished sailing around the world while writing his next memoir on digging for aztec gold"?

Amusing, b.

 

[Bluetrain]

umm, i don't know about imagery, but unregistered's post certainly is one of the funniest I've read in quite a while.

your poor woman has the muscle control of a jackhammer!

"and the contraction of her pussy at that moment almost made her stumble."

not to mention,

"Sometimes her pussy throbbed and her stomach ached with it,"

and,

b"she felt the familiar rhythmic (sp) contractions which signaled her need."

whew! she's exhausted before anything even happens!

thanks, sweetie,

 

[Guest]

And Thesandman watched amusingly....

Standing off to one side, long trench coat and Fedora pulled forward shielding his face. Thesandman watching, amused...interested. Knowing full well this was only a dream, interesting though it was. And glad that he could be here to enjoy it.

To sleep........perchance to dream - William Shakespear

I remain.......

 

[Natalie Nessus]

 

[cymbidia]

Ohhh... nice av Nessus.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Signaled her need? For his throbbing member that felt like silken marble, no doubt.

I bet I could write circles around myself. Give me some sidewalk chalk and a clean driveway, that bad boy is mine!!!!

bluetrain, couldn't you have at least made me a towering testosterone driven idiot hunk of gorgeous, burning, special forces muffinlust? From the sticks, of course, I'm a hick, you know.

 

[farrow]

Bluetrain's fantasy convention

Bluetrain, do you live in a woman's body? I think not. Are you old enough to remember delightful Edith Ann on Laugh In? Think of her in her giant rocking chair when I say,"And that-thz the truth--pzzthz!" I will, however, read some of your stories, now.