Litiquette VII

[LurkingPhoenix]

LOL!

Hey. You cannot send her a dick pic before you send me a right knee.

If he takes it in a mirror it could be a left knee, and you'd never know.

 

[SMNaughtywife]

Alright so Filthy Friday is back!

Today’s question is both controversial, and a throwback to the original roots of this thread - Lit Etiquette.

Databases.
Batting LineUps.
Harems.
Stables.

Everrrrryone claims they know not of what I speak, and never do they ever participate in such shenanigans! I’m skeptical.

So, who will own up to keeping a stable or harem of Lit hotties at your disposal? Who’s been in one before? Knowingly? Unwittingly? What was your experience? And, as a stable or harem keeper, how did you shoulder *all the responsibility*?

This discussion is, of course, all in good fun, and if ya boil it down, the real question is: Just how social a *cough* naked lit butterfly are you?

Stallone, studs, colts and maybe a goat or two.
Stray Tom cat, possibly.
Some get sent out to pasture and others stand there chewing alfalfa like they’ve never seen a mare before.
My barn is more like a tiny barn - sure I’m a little naughty thing sometimes - guilty.
But there’s no sign out front that says vacancy either.

You need a man who can handle your beauty and fiery Italian spirit.



Agreed. The number of big-dicked, tall, athletic, dark and handsome types on this site is rather astounding.



I've wondered about this. When it's obvious two people are an e-couple, and seem pretty serious, yet one of them is in your inbox. Secretly, of course. While I understand there's alot of different arrangements, I'm not quick to believe there's "an understanding" or "insert any other excuse here". Being "that woman" to other women just isn't my thing. I can easily do without.

This made me think of this P!nk song.
You know, this is Lit FantasyFuckLand - and it’s a crazy place sometimes.
Crazy I’m telling ya.
Could secretly be in another inbox, absolutely.
But since he’s not rocking the honesty, maybe forgot to tell her that he’s sharing these said spicy covos with his e-mate.
Hot thrill or fetish going on.
Guess that kinda falls into the sharing is caring on the venn diagram.
All sorts out there.

We'd need the biggest dry erase boards ever known to mankind.

I've avoided stables and harems and whatnot. I've been made aware of Litsters with databases of personal info and endless file folders full of every personal pic ever posted to Lit. It's helpful to be aware that those weirdos exist.

If I ever acquired a stable, I'd want it to be weird AF. Hit me up if you're good at prancing and need your hooves trimmed. :caning:

https://64.media.tumblr.com/096526f111f47d0754198534caa98480/14b7a9feda9e3b83-a8/s640x960/49110df15f7ac3a189e151432cd8e8b57ece4aea.jpg

I bet that folder is in the Cloud too, just keeps on getting bigger.

If I get to wear a bridle and you braid my mane, I’m in.

My hair is long too.

I don't know about databases but I definitely know about file folders. I learned this first hand when someone sent me a file of every picture I ever posted or had in my AV or profile.

This is freaky! And exactly the reason I’m blown away when people are completely okay posting face pics.
I mean not my monkeys not my circus, but.....
There are people out there .....
^^^ that said in a huge font and flashing red.
*shivers*
and zips my lips.

 

[QuietCanadian]

LOL!

Hey. You cannot send her a dick pic before you send me a right knee.

Y'all gonna be piecing together a life sized image of me now!

 

[Suz_anne]

Trying to round out my file?

You're so elusive.

LOL!

Hey. You cannot send her a dick pic before you send me a right knee.

Hey now! We can share.

I bet that folder is in the Cloud too, just keeps on getting bigger.

And in a file that is named in a way that is desperate to not be discovered by the unsuspecting spouse.

Y'all gonna be piecing together a life sized image of me now!

I'm trying to get that elusive undercarriage shot from you.

 

[Trekka]

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9f/68/6a/9f686a00539bb6d6d3bbb13480d6f13e.jpg

 

[Trekka]

Of course we’ve devolved into pony play
OF COURSE THATS WHERE THIS WENT
Bahahhaaaaa

 

[QuietCanadian]

You're so elusive.

I'm trying to get that elusive undercarriage shot from you.

You gotta be a little hard to get.

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9f/68/6a/9f686a00539bb6d6d3bbb13480d6f13e.jpg

I might have to break out The Dan Band.

 

[Trekka]

I’ve been in a lit harem. I was queen damn bee! Head slut! Till I got unseated. It was brutal. Epic blow to my ego. Epic!!

I’d like to think I’m a very ethical stable owner. Everyone gets equal apples n carrots, good pets, and chances to go for a ride.

Sometimes SMN and I see each other at the farmers market and wave. Might buy or sell a cock to each other.

I kid. I kid. We don’t do fowl.

QC, you pose excellent questions. And, I mean, to be honest, a lead off hitter is just as important as who bats clean up. Not to mention the bullpen: depth and breadth is of the essence. A starter, a closer. Relief.

Okay, I’m holding my sides I’m laughing so hard.

Just bought my daughter a big ass white board for e-school stuff. We could put it to nefarious use and get the diagramming going...

 

[Orchidea73]

I’ve been in a lit harem. I was queen damn bee! Head slut! Till I got unseated. It was brutal. Epic blow to my ego. Epic!!

Now, I want to know this story.

 

[JennyNo1]

Whew, all the pony play stuff was reminding me of that book "Claiming of Sleeping Beauty"....ick.

 

[Wild_Honey_66]

My preferred stable configuration was to have two reliable studs working opposite shifts, a strong second string to fill in the gaps, and the occasional independent contractor to mix things up a bit. It was a constant process of thinning the herd in order to get rid of the dead wood and make room for the live wires.

Not gonna lie, it was exhausting.

 

[Dribble]

Maybe it is an Excel spreadsheet instead of an Access database, but I know of a few Litsters who log any personal info they come across in posts - if someone happens to mention the city where they live or their birthday or their age, pets, number of kids, etc.

It's under the guise of "Well, I wouldn't want them to think I forgot something that they told me previously...", but it is creepy as hell.


EDIT: So for those creepy database Litsters. I'm a 57 year old male Dom named Mike with a cat named Mr. Peeper Peppers and my turn-ons are oak trees, the sound of a doorbell and Penthouse Forum stories circa 1983.

I have a temper...they don't want to cross paths with me. Bear bait.

 

[Trekka]

My preferred stable configuration was to have two reliable studs working opposite shifts, a strong second string to fill in the gaps, and the occasional independent contractor to mix things up a bit. It was a constant process of thinning the herd in order to get rid of the dead wood and make room for the live wires.

Not gonna lie, it was exhausting.

That’s why you need a reliable neighbor or two who can board your horses for you from time to time.

Teamwork.

 

[QuietCanadian]

Okay, I’m holding my sides I’m laughing so hard.

This is the traditional reaction I receive from women.

That’s why you need a reliable neighbor or two who can board your horses for you from time to time.

Teamwork.

Like a farm team or like an assistant GM?

 

[Trekka]

Like a farm team or like an assistant GM?

Bush league, or banana league?

 

[Lord Pmann]

I know of a particular Lister who has a database. He’s kind of a douche.

I have no harem. Sorry, ladies. That’s not quite my interest.

I wouldn’t be good with keeping up. And I just don’t care about that. I am interested in getting to know a person. I’m deep like that.

 

[Orchidea73]

I am interested in getting to know a person. I’m deep like that.

With big boobs though, right?

 

[Trekka]

I know of a particular Lister who has a database. He’s kind of a douche.

I have no harem. Sorry, ladies. That’s not quite my interest.

I wouldn’t be good with keeping up. And I just don’t care about that. I am interested in getting to know a person. I’m deep like that.

There he is!!
I was waiting for you to show up and peacock about with you your purity

 

[QuietCanadian]

Bush league, or banana league?

I see what you did there... and I like it.

 

[Trekka]

I see what you did there... and I like it.

Good eye good eye good eye

 

[QuietCanadian]

Good eye good eye good eye

Big stick, big stick in there now.


Side note: Baseball chatter, like WTF? "Like you can!" Um, so you think I can't? Almost hit a guy in the face three times in a row... "Way to mix it up, three five."

 

[Acktion]

Alright so Filthy Friday is back!

Today’s question is both controversial, and a throwback to the original roots of this thread - Lit Etiquette.

Databases.
Batting LineUps.
Harems.
Stables.

Everrrrryone claims they know not of what I speak, and never do they ever participate in such shenanigans! I’m skeptical.

So, who will own up to keeping a stable or harem of Lit hotties at your disposal? Who’s been in one before? Knowingly? Unwittingly? What was your experience? And, as a stable or harem keeper, how did you shoulder *all the responsibility*?

This discussion is, of course, all in good fun, and if ya boil it down, the real question is: Just how social a *cough* naked lit butterfly are you?

It was never my intent to be. Truly.

But, it happened. Not proud of it, but don't see much point in denying it.

So... the thing is that I'm disabled and virtually housebound and have been for a decade. When my wife was alive, it was fine that she was my only human interaction for days weeks and even months at a time.

Then, she died.

A rather good lady brought me out of my shell and I started poking hither, thither, and yon. However, I considered myself "spoken for." By her. For several months. Until I found out that I was just a safety net for when the people she really wanted were too busy.

So, I started filling my time by running amok here on Lit. And, yeah, this was my only human interaction for days, weeks, months beyond the gal who sells me smokes and the clerks where I buy food as I was "sheltering in place" a decade before we heard that Corona also came in a Virus.

Alright, so once upon a time, I was possessed by an eidetic memory. All I would have to do would be to close my eyes and ears and I could relive moments. I could recite conversations like a recorder. And see every sight I'd seen as if it were right in front of me in the moment. Hell, I could smell the fresh-cut grass outside the classroom window as I was sitting in the class where some tidbit or another was covered.

But, part of my... ailment is that memory is shot to shit. I struggle to recall things now. Hell, I went to a store I've shopped at for years and got off in an aisle I'd never been in and forgot where I was or how I'd gotten there. So, I dealt with it the way that made the best sense to me, by keeping a running record, or "database" of factoids (and, yes, pictures) shared with me privately by "friends." And one that I studied the way a student studies a loved subject. Typically spending three times the amount of time going back over previous conversations when they weren't available for fresh ones.

NOT, I hasten to add, what was shared publicly. And for sure not anyone I didn't speak to on a semi-regular basis. That, as others say, is just creepy.

But... I don't know. Maybe what I did was creepy too. At least it did cause problems more than once when I sent back a proof, in the form of a screenshot of a conversation from months earlier, that what was being said now wasn't what had been said then.

***shrug*** When the people in question were no longer in my life, I deleted the files. Why would I even want to remember someone who had decided I wasn't good enough for them? And, yeah, once the files were gone, my memories of the people faded. Couldn't tell you who some of them were anymore. Not that I would if I could, but still...

As far as "stable"... or "batting line=ups"... or "harems." Again, it was never my intent. I was just looking for one that I could be her one also. And not finding her. And spent a great deal of time with others who I was just an option for. Which, to my mind, was only fair that they were, in turn, an option for me. And, being disabled and housebound with no surviving family and no friends, no life outside of the screen and my dog and three cats, I had a lot more free time to fill than they did anyway.

Which was fine and dandy so long as everyone stuck to the schedule. But, oi vez. When the holidays rolled around and everybody was off work... And all wanting some time and attention at the same damn time...

Not proud of it, but one memorable night I had four in various stages of play when a fifth wandered in and took my advice to "have a little fun" in a way that I did not intend. And had no idea about until she came back and asked me if three hundred and twenty-seven orgasms was enough.

Damn, I'm good.

And, yeah, those files were necessary then! Trying to keep straight each one's foibles and hang-ups.

I made no secret of the fact that I'm poly from balls to bone. They each knew there were others, if not exactly how many or when. But, some kinds of asshole I try really hard not to be, and slapping one in the face with a paragraph from someone else's fantasy that was one of their hard limits was just... not a good thing.

Once I sent those five to bed, I had to go off and look at some porn. Hell, I'd been too damn busy typing and trying to keep my shit straight to enjoy any of it myself.

Thank fuck those days are over and behind me. I didn't end any of them. But, once I wised up, as they left of their own accord, I just didn't replace them. Until I am down to one and only one who has stuck by me through the storm.

Oh, when she's otherwise occupied and I'm left unsupervised, I will still hang my ass out for a paddling in the threads. And I'll still chat with friends privately. But, any little filly that comes looking for some fun is told real quick that this old cowboy only has rope enough left for mine anymore. And zero interest in breaking any other to saddle.

So... TL;DR, I wasn't. Then I was. Now I'm not anymore.

 

[Lord Pmann]

With big boobs though, right?

Well, of course. I’m interested in getting to know the girl who has big boobs.

There he is!!
I was waiting for you to show up and peacock about with you your purity

Pmann the Pure.

 

[SMNaughtywife]

Happy Saturday.

I’m naturally curious and intrigued - I span from knowing more on Elon Musk’s Neuralink brain computer to something as simple as a recipe. Itching to know the evolution - what was the very first spark that started it all. That’s the best IMO.

So, if you had unlimited fundings to research something, what would you research?

 

[QuietCanadian]

Happy Saturday.

I’m naturally curious and intrigued - I span from knowing more on Elon Musk’s Neuralink brain computer to something as simple as a recipe. Itching to know the evolution - what was the very first spark that started it all. That’s the best IMO.

So, if you had unlimited fundings to research something, what would you research?

Damn, I don't know. I feel like I should choose something really socially great, but that also seems like a cop out... and me researching it probably wouldn't help side they wouldn't be my area of expertise.

For my own personal enjoyment? Something music related, surely. Maybe dive into Rivers Cuomo's whole "formula for a perfect pop song" formula. Really see what makes that come together. But mostly just that history of music. I'm assuming with unlimited money also comes time, and really that's what would get me all geeked up.

Potentially transportation. Show the powers that be that cars are killing us all and with proper infrastructure in terms of transit and active transportation we can have a more enjoyable life. I just don't think there's anything else to show, they just need to listen.