Litiquette VI

How close do you think Literotica reflects your real life?

  • 100%, The way I interact here is exactly how I interact in real life

    Votes: 39 20.2%
  • 0%, Are you crazy. Literotica is as far away from my real life as anything could possibly be and I l

    Votes: 24 12.4%
  • 50%, It's close to my real life, at least how I interact publicly

    Votes: 43 22.3%
  • 50% I'm far more kinky, naughty, filthy here than I am in real life.

    Votes: 87 45.1%

  • Total voters
    193
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Stop the presses.
I find myself in full agreement with Pmann over all issues related to Tiger King. Lol.
Yo, P! We agree!
How bout that.

Whoa. I feel like I’m about to ruin this.

I mean, who among us hasn't chopped up a body and burned it? Let he who is without sin cast the first stone, amirite?

True. But that’s why I’m saying he’s one of the good ones.
 
Lol. So far so good.

Is no one else fascinated by Doc Antle’s harem of slave labor subs?!

Of course we(I) are(am)
He solved a bunch of problems he had by starting a cult. Way to think outside the fucking box, Doc
 
I'm sorry I'm late to the party - I have spent the evening buying baby tigers on the interwebs.
 
I’m starting the third episode now. It’s bizarre to say the least. And it’s expensive to visit. Those type of folk don’t exactly look like they’re rolling in the money.
 
I’m starting the third episode now. It’s bizarre to say the least. And it’s expensive to visit. Those type of folk don’t exactly look like they’re rolling in the money.
I hade the same thought! The guy who was dropping like 1,000/week did not seem like he was investing his money properly

I'm sorry I'm late to the party - I have spent the evening buying baby tigers on the interwebs.
You're about to be rolling in those sweet profits. Need a harem of workers? I'm available for the right price
 
Of course we(I) are(am)
He solved a bunch of problems he had by starting a cult. Way to think outside the fucking box, Doc

My exotic insect farm did not help me start a sex cult like I suspected. I went that route, as it’s MUCH cheaper than tigers. But it doesn’t have the same effect. In fact... quite the opposite. If tigers are pussy magnets... these are pussy repellents.
 
You're about to be rolling in those sweet profits. Need a harem of workers? I'm available for the right price
I pay in the currency of handjobbers... how many do you require for a long, hard day of taking care of the kitty?
 
My exotic insect farm did not help me start a sex cult like I suspected. I went that route, as it’s MUCH cheaper than tigers. But it doesn’t have the same effect. In fact... quite the opposite. If tigers are pussy magnets... these are pussy repellents.

I think you just have to find the right type of girl. Every hear of blowfly girl?

I want to preface this. If you have a weak stomach. DO NOT google blowfly girl. I wish I could remove it from my memory
 
At least 3. Morning, evening, night. I feel that's fair pay

*nods* Seems reasonable. I may need to wear carpal tunnel wrist guards at some point, but I'll try to incorporate it and somehow make it kinky.



EDIT: Did we notice that Pmann got awfully quiet? I'm wondering if that blowfly porn has sucked him down a rabbit hole.
 
*nods* Seems reasonable. I may need to wear carpal tunnel wrist guards at some point, but I'll try to incorporate it and somehow make it kinky.



EDIT: Did we notice that Pmann got awfully quiet? I'm wondering if that blowfly porn has sucked him down a rabbit hole.

Suz, you're a sexual Macguyver. If anyone can figure it out, it's you.
 
Did we notice that Pmann got awfully quiet? I'm wondering if that blowfly porn has sucked him down a rabbit hole.

I think he's got a 10 p.m. curfew. He disappears and fuckery proliferates in his thread.
 
*walks in*

*Reads messages. Has absolutely no idea what the fuck is going on*

*Walks out*

Things move so fast in this thread. I'll be stalking from work and think I have something witty and topical to say and by the time I log on at night it's like 4 pages buried
 
So this is a really weird time. I mean, people aren’t going out. They’re just staying at home. Locked up like common sex slaves. I don’t think any of us have experienced such a weird time before. I don’t think any of us expected this.

How are you coping with the isolation? Does it bother you? Are you an introvert like me who doesn’t really care that much? Or is the need for people interaction going to drive you mad?

Or are you one of those people who says “fuck it” and just goes out and does life like normal?

America- Lonely People

https://youtu.be/QYGvKc7Q1PU
 
So this is a really weird time. I mean, people aren’t going out. They’re just staying at home. Locked up like common sex slaves. I don’t think any of us have experienced such a weird time before. I don’t think any of us expected this.

How are you coping with the isolation? Does it bother you? Are you an introvert like me who doesn’t really care that much? Or is the need for people interaction going to drive you mad?

Or are you one of those people who says “fuck it” and just goes out and does life like normal?

America- Lonely People

https://youtu.be/QYGvKc7Q1PU

I’m an introvert, so not having the people interaction doesn’t bother me too much. I also live with 4 other people, so I’m not completely isolated. But it has been tough because my job is shut down, and it’s not one where I can work from home. I need structure. Being aimless, not having a productive goal that I’m working towards is dangerous for me, as someone with depression and anxiety. It’s too easy to sink into those bad feelings until they swallow me up. I’ve started a project to keep me busy though, and I’m just trying to take each day as they come. I’ve left my house exactly 3 times in the past 2 weeks. And 2 of those times were on the same day. So no, life is definitely not going on like normal for me.
 
It's definitely a weird time. I'm perfectly happy with the isolation, really, but it is odd not being able to touch people or be in the same room with them. Had a virtual drink with our neighbours last night, which was great fun, but not quite the same.

Friday was my first trip out since getting back from northern Italy and self-isolating for a fortnight. I waved like a mad woman at everyone I saw on the journey to the supermarket, whether I knew them or not. Most of them grinned and waved back. We queued at 2m intervals in the carpark. There were lines in the aisles to guide you to stay 2m apart. Everyone (well, almost everyone) skirted warily around their fellow shoppers, each worried about the plague potential of the other.

No-one here is still doing life like it's normal. We've gone way beyond that. Thank fuck....
 
The social isolation and distancing thing is an annoyance but as things, progress and people become more stressed I've seen more kindness and neighbors waving.

What's really stressful though is to become suddenly, critically ill and be caught up in the health system at this time. Even more so when some of the symptoms are coronavirus related. Trust me on this, if you're admitted to the hospital everything is completely shut down and isolated. No visitors at all for anyone, even worse if you're admitted without any time to prepare. Being able to FaceTime, Skype or text during all of this isolation does far more in making it bearable then you realize until suddenly that's taken away from you.

It's all about perspective so I'm very comfortable with continuing the social distancing until the virus mess is behind us.
 
I'm famously introverted; so keeping to myself is a fucking blessing; if only I could actually do so. My line of work is "essential", so I'm still taking emergency calls, though work has been very slow of late. No one is calling for elective work, really. I did have one really, really annoying customer about 10 days ago who would NOT stay the fuck out of my personal space, and that pisses me off on the best of days.:mad:

Trouble is, my kids split time betwixt here and their giver of birth, so that circumstance doubles our exposure. Daughter has a boyfriend, so there's another household's exposure risk, too. Again with my hired help.

Basically, we're being as careful as we can reasonably be. Trips to stores have been minimized, and we're staying keenly aware that any surface we touch may be "toxic"...groceries, packages on the porch from amazon, anything.

Most of my hobbies are of an isolationist nature, so I'm not at all hurting for things to do. 30 miles on the bike yesterday, went fishing with Mrs Rocknut this morning.
 
I'm a bit further into social isolation than most. I'm almost at 4 weeks and it's going to be another 6 at least where we live. There's a huge outbreak in my town. A local barista contracted coronavirus and he was serving coffee for days before he got sick enough to realize he was communicable. And my neighbor kid had a presumptive case (his dad tested positive) and he was delivering for Uber Eats during this whole mess. So our vectors are still out there and will be for a while. Ugh. Small towns....

I'm doing ok (ish). I keep thinking how much easier this would be without kids. Pre-children Aussie would have rocked this lifestyle, but mama Aussie struggles to explain to a hysterical 2 year old why she can't go play at the park, go visit friends or see her loved ones. She doesn't understand why the world has changed, but she feels it so deeply and every couple of days she lets it all out in the form of almighty tantrums. I know it's temporary and we're doing everything we can to make like feel normal for her, but it breaks my heart that she doesn't have the ability to communicate and understand her frustrations. Hell, there are adults that are doing worse at coping with this than she is...

I've gone through all stages of grief:
I started in denial. I never thought the entire world would shut down. Never thought that my movements would be restricted and that I'd need a permit to go see my doctor (which I have to do next week. I'm a little nervous).

I've moved through anger. A lot of it. Anger at how this has been handled at the local, federal and international level. Anger that I'm taking it more seriously than others. Anger that common sense approaches were fucked up so royally, anger at all the gaslighting, and anger that I have to stay home. I was pretty bitter about all this for a little while. It felt good to get pissed off at that douchebag who hoarded all the hand sanitizer in his garage and stupidly thought an op Ed in the NYT would have the country feeling sorry for him. And boy, did it feel good to see the sheriff go in and confiscate his stash.

I didn't really bargain. I guess the bitter bitch who loved watching douche dad lose his 17,000 bottles of sanitizer was what I needed to start feeling a bit better about this all.

This whole scenario feels like I have post partum depression. The feeling of isolation, desperation, uncertainty and incredible overwhelm dictate almost everything I do. I'm not depressed, though. Thankfully I have that perspective to help me understand why this is so hard. Everyone is grieving.

I've come to terms with my housebound lifestyle. It's rough. I miss my friends. Mostly, I miss having time to myself. I've not had one moment alone in almost 4 weeks. That's been hard. I love my family but I want a break!!
 
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