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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I have very few acquired tastes. Especially for things like beer and cigarettes. I would never want to acquire a taste for something unhealthy. That makes little sense to me.

I think the few things for which I have acquired a taste have been healthy...

Lettuce. I used to hate that shit. I tolerate it now.

Outdoor racquetball. That was thanks to the coronavirus. I have been an indoor guy, but I enjoyed the few times before lockdown that I got to play.

I'm sure there are other things, but that's all that comes to mind. I'm not someone who keeps trying things if I dislike it.
 
Seafood in general for me.
But I now like fried clams and shrimp. I can eat tuna (but not dry) I can eat Tilapia, but with a lot of tarter, so most times, I don't bother.

I'm still trying to learn to like Vodka (any hard alcohol) with flavored Seltzer since my usual foo foo drinks with lots of sugar are a no no.

Sex- um. Slight pain. Used to hate the idea of any pain. -Not talking about a guy with a fucking huge cock cramming himself in me. Don't want that to be an acquired taste/feel.
 
I just told someone this... Sushi is a form of adult peer pressure.

Goddammit, dude. That is spot the fuck on. My ex wife tried soooooooooooooooooo hard to convince me I should like sushi.

She failed.
We also divorced, so there's that.

Trekka mentioned her musical awakening. Mine went the opposite direction, having grown up on and first learning to play OLD country and bluegrass, then the outlaw stuff, which is now most aptly labeled Americana , Texas, and Red Dirt. That expanded later into southern rock, and finally blues. I realized eventually the commonalities within all these.
So, for me; blues was an acquired taste.
 
All of this sushi talk makes me long for my favorite sushi restaurant, which is currently closed. I hope they're able to re-open at some point soon. I never had to acquire a taste for sushi - I liked it from the get-go.

Just steer clear of mackerel as sushi. It is disgusting. One of the top 3 worst things I've ever put in my mouth.

I didn't like gin when I tried it back in college. I tried it again a couple of summers ago and now I'm a big fan of a gin & tonic with a slice of citrus.

I rarely write anything off as something I'd never try. And I've learned that it is worth re-trying some things because your tastes change.
 
All of this sushi talk makes me long for my favorite sushi restaurant, which is currently closed. I hope they're able to re-open at some point soon. I never had to acquire a taste for sushi - I liked it from the get-go.

Just steer clear of mackerel as sushi. It is disgusting. One of the top 3 worst things I've ever put in my mouth.

I didn't like gin when I tried it back in college. I tried it again a couple of summers ago and now I'm a big fan of a gin & tonic with a slice of citrus.

I rarely write anything off as something I'd never try. And I've learned that it is worth re-trying some things because your tastes change.

Yuck. I don't eat pelagics nor drink liquor of the pines.

;)
 
I love a locally made liquer named Malort.

It instantly divides people, but I enjoy drinking something so textured and bitter.

I cannot stand bourbon, and my luck with whisky is hit or miss. Some just taste too...oily

I acquired a taste for hair pulling. Still not sure how I feel about choking.

Would have to try it with a partner two or three times to make a decision.

I have endeavored all my days to stomach an egg on its own.


Love pecan pie, cakes, custards, waffles, cookies.

But you need to pay me to eat an omelette.
 
Limits:
Poo and ass licking. I was going down on a man once, and he leaned back, spread his legs and held his ankles up by his shoulders. Licking the butthole was far from my favorite part. I could not bring myself to eat the butthole out like a pussy. I just couldn't do it. Everything else was fine. I can finger a butthole. No problem. Just ask. That's not something I sneak in with.

Acquired tastes:
Indian food. I did not grow up with it. I have learned to love it.
Second on black coffee, add lattes without sugar.
 
For the record, I never acquired a taste for smoking. I loved it from the first puff of my first cigarette.

You’re the only person I’ve ever heard who said that. That’s incredible. I’ve never smoked a cigarette. I’ve tried a couple of cigars. One was a Cuban. The smell was amazing. The taste... my god. It was awful. My mouth tasted like the devil’s cum for three days. All smoky and fiery.
 
I have a hard time understanding (not believing- keep your torches down) how someone could breathe smoke into their lungs and enjoy it. It’s not like the nicotine kick is instant. This is just surprising to me.
 
*sigh* Quit finding reasons for us to not be friends. We still love prepping and shoes, so.... still friends? ;)

We're totally good, just on the aforementioned. You can have the gin, I'll drink vodka. I'll keep the trash fish for you..;)
 
I rarely write anything off as something I'd never try. And I've learned that it is worth re-trying some things because your tastes change.

I’m super terrible about this. I assume my tastes don’t change. Mainly because they rarely do.
 
I’m super terrible about this. I assume my tastes don’t change. Mainly because they rarely do.

On this note, maybe you should start by having Amish Pmann abandon his vanilla ways and try being a little kinky. He might just like it. 😜
 
Acquired tastes...
Star Wars
BDSM
Baseball

Oh, I think I was hooked on BDSM the moment a sorority sister pressed the first Sleeping Beauty series into my hand. Finding someone who was also interested was the harder part. ;)

Wine was an acquired taste, which I was required to develop as a server at a “nice” steak house in my 20s. Boone’s Farm and Riunite Lambrusco were the most my palate would endure. I have never acquired the taste for hard liquor, meat cooked less than medium, or SnapChat.
 
I have a hard time understanding (not believing- keep your torches down) how someone could breathe smoke into their lungs and enjoy it. It’s not like the nicotine kick is instant. This is just surprising to me.

For me the nicotine kick was instant. I remember my first cigarette like yesterday. Same with smoking weed. Instant love. Most addicts I know have memories like this. It’s the difference between an addict and a non-addict. I had an instant, positive bodily experience. And if you’re not an addict, you wouldn’t understand.

Think about the first time you ever fucked. It was like that.

Don’t you remember the first time you played guitar? Did you not instantly like it?

I remember trying to learn to play guitar. It made my fingers hurt. And it was aggravatingly complicated. I didn’t endeavor to acquire a love for it. But I don’t question why someone else might.

I’m super terrible about this. I assume my tastes don’t change. Mainly because they rarely do.

That’s so boring!

I used to be Pmann in this regard. I'm more Suzanne now; and not just because I'm wearing heels.

See? Not boring. :D
 
I’m super terrible about this. I assume my tastes don’t change. Mainly because they rarely do.
Hey - chicken fingers and french fries are delicious. I get it. :p

I used to be Pmann in this regard. I'm more Suzanne now; and not just because I'm wearing heels.
Wanna eat some mackerel and swill some gin? ;)

Wine was an acquired taste, which I was required to develop as a server at a “nice” steak house in my 20s. Boone’s Farm and Riunite Lambrusco were the most my palate would endure. I have never acquired the taste for hard liquor, meat cooked less than medium, or SnapChat.
I relate to the wine thing - I didn't care for it early on. And I had a friend who worked at a really "nice" steakhouse when we were in our 20's... she used to bring bottles of better wine over and that's how I developed the love of a good burgundy.
 
Peer pressure. It’s much, much stronger when we are younger, because we are doing our best to try to find ourselves, be accepted, yada yada. As adults, the need to conform still exists, but in a much different way. It’s obviously less intense. But it still exists. I think the need for most peer pressure these adult days comes from the desire to keep from making waves and maybe a little less about fitting in.

Peer pressure is a bit strong at Lit. Certain people have a lot of sway with the masses here. Going against those people can make you a pariah. It can be a problem if you’re trying to fit in and be a wallflower like me. A common thing I see here is that you have to like the people I like and hate those I hate, which is so stupid in my opinion. It’s okay if we like different people.

How are you in regards to peer pressure? Do you cave? Do you stand your ground? Are you different now than when you were younger?

Bonus- I want to hear the stupidest thing you ever did in regards to peer pressure.

Under Pressure by Queen and David Bowie

https://youtu.be/YoDh_gHDvkk
 
For me the nicotine kick was instant. I remember my first cigarette like yesterday. Same with smoking weed. Instant love. Most addicts I know have memories like this. It’s the difference between an addict and a non-addict. I had an instant, positive bodily experience. And if you’re not an addict, you wouldn’t understand.

Think about the first time you ever fucked. It was like that.

Don’t you remember the first time you played guitar? Did you not instantly like it?

I remember trying to learn to play guitar. It made my fingers hurt. And it was aggravatingly complicated. I didn’t endeavor to acquire a love for it. But I don’t question why someone else might.



That’s so boring!



See? Not boring. :D

While I enjoy fine shoes, heels aren’t my thing. I shan’t be tricked into wearing them. Blade has the market on that and does quite well. My legs are not going to look good in them.

I’m not doubting anyone’s love of cigarettes for the first time. I totally believe you. I just can’t grasp it at all or understand how it could be described as like “the first time I had sex”. The feeling of my penis going into a vagina being compared to smoke inhalation is not a comparison with which I am familiar.

When I first played guitar, I was like 8. And sorely disappointed. It wasn’t like I could do anything. I just strummed and it hurt little pboy’s fingers to press down those strings. I don’t know why I thought I would be able to do something other than strum like a spaz, but I did. So I took lessons and I was bored out of my mind for the first bit because playing Old MacDonald wasn’t exactly fun. So, oddly, guitar was an acquired taste.

Hey - chicken fingers and french fries are delicious. I get it. :p


Wanna eat some mackerel and swill some gin? ;)


I relate to the wine thing - I didn't care for it early on. And I had a friend who worked at a really "nice" steakhouse when we were in our 20's... she used to bring bottles of better wine over and that's how I developed the love of a good burgundy.

Chicken fingers and fries are the delicacy of the south, thank you very much.

Wine is another taste I haven’t been able acquire. Not that I give it a good shot. Every wine I have ever tasted (other than one or two) have been blah to me. Somehow it makes me thirstier after I drink it. My wife likes to tell me “oh you’ll like this one”. Wrong. Same with kombucha. She’s always trying to shove that hippie juice down my throat, assuring me this one tastes less like piss and rotten milk than the last one. Wine isn’t exactly the best habit, so I see no need to try to convince myself I like it, as it’s expensive. And if I did like it, I’d get obsessed and want to buy bottles that cost way too much. I’m not saying wine is unhealthy, but I’m just fine without it. Lord knows I don’t need more calories in my diet.
 
While I enjoy fine shoes, heels aren’t my thing. I shan’t be tricked into wearing them. Blade has the market on that and does quite well. My legs are not going to look good in them.

I’m not doubting anyone’s love of cigarettes for the first time. I totally believe you. I just can’t grasp it at all or understand how it could be described as like “the first time I had sex”. The feeling of my penis going into a vagina being compared to smoke inhalation is not a comparison with which I am familiar.

When I first played guitar, I was like 8. And sorely disappointed. It wasn’t like I could do anything. I just strummed and it hurt little pboy’s fingers to press down those strings. I don’t know why I thought I would be able to do something other than strum like a spaz, but I did. So I took lessons and I was bored out of my mind for the first bit because playing Old MacDonald wasn’t exactly fun. So, oddly, guitar was an acquired taste.



Chicken fingers and fries are the delicacy of the south, thank you very much.

Wine is another taste I haven’t been able acquire. Not that I give it a good shot. Every wine I have ever tasted (other than one or two) have been blah to me. Somehow it makes me thirstier after I drink it. My wife likes to tell me “oh you’ll like this one”. Wrong. Same with kombucha. She’s always trying to shove that hippie juice down my throat, assuring me this one tastes less like piss and rotten milk than the last one. Wine isn’t exactly the best habit, so I see no need to try to convince myself I like it, as it’s expensive. And if I did like it, I’d get obsessed and want to buy bottles that cost way too much. I’m not saying wine is unhealthy, but I’m just fine without it. Lord knows I don’t need more calories in my diet.

Agreed on the guitar. I was 7. My dad played a little, 2 of my sisters did, but they were already out on their own. I was too stubborn to stick with lessons, so the guy my dad enlisted to teach me bowed out after a couple weeks. He taught me 5 or 6 chords and I learned to follow as he played 4 or 5 songs.
I loved it, but it was frustrating. An F chord when you're 7 is a son of a bitch.
 
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