Someone plagarized my story!

Lolita30

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I was surfing last night on tobeyonline.com and I came across the message board that said "tobey after hours" where fans of actor Tobey Maguire can submit their stories or poems. Anyway, I was reading one particular story and the "author" copied my first story "My Encounter with Tobey Maguire" and altered it! I was in shock and angry. This person changed the format to make it seem original but it wasn't.

Is plagarism a common thing on the internet? Please advise.
 
Are there any other stolen Lit stories on that site? You can email the webmaster of that site and request that your story be removed. You can also PM and alert Laurel about it (give her the http address of that site). Also, you can post at the authors' board to alert other authors here at Lit.

Alas, it is a relatively common phenomenon and there's not much one can do beforehand.

hs
 
Like hiddenself said, email the webmaster with a cease and desist notice. Be very polite, it's probably not their fault anyway. Give them links to both as well as a link to the page in the title list where you can find your story. It's dated there. This is proof that you originated the story.

Most webmasters don't want stolen works on their site. Some don't care.
 
KillerMuffin said:
it's probably not their fault anyway.

Agreed.

Lit could disable right clicks, copy-proof the pages and post prominent Copyright notices as part of every story template, then have bots and Moderators policing this stuff.

It's too easy to steal our material compared to many other free content sites.

Lance
 
Source code is easier to steal, anyway

Disabling right clicks isn't proof against theft, baby, and you know it. Laurel doesn't let anyone into the back-end of the site. There's just way too much potential for trouble. Or would you mind me tip-toeing through your vote records?

See what I got from my file menu? You'll have to work harder than that to stir the shit. It does jack to steal source for images, but your oh so pretty text pre-formatted with HTML is a piece of cake. Right click or not.


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We are dancing, slowly, at the masquerade ball. You, in the outfit I bought for you in my travels....a beautiful Chinese red silk dress, high at the neck, and cut just above the knees. Close-fitting but sophisticated. A vision of smouldering sensuality, you turn more heads than any woman in the room. You have worn the open-toed heels, also red, with the ankle ties that show off your calves, the sheer stay up stockings and red sheer thong and flimsy push-up bra barely there, as if nude under the silk. The simple red silk ribbon I tied around your neck before we left the room is barely perceptible but turns us both on, edging just above your collar.
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I am in a black silk suit with crisp white shirt and red tie made from the same material as your custom-tailored dress. My black silk boxers let me move freely in my dress pants, so as we dance, joined at the hip, I whisper in your ear and press my lips against your neck as my hardness presses likewise against your lips below. My voice becomes slightly deeper and more like liquid velvet when you turn me on, which is often, so I know my words are making your juices flow and moistening through your thong , just as your trembling whispers are making me wet and cool at the tip of my heat and dripping down my shaft. Our bodies are perfectly aligned for sex, and I gaze into your eyes and swim in them, making polite conversation as we are floating on the music, with the submissive, naughty little girl just below the surface of the strong, sophisticated woman. Each of us wants to go down on the other right then and there, but we stay, for we are expected to, though we are getting more and more turned on by what awaits us in our suite later.
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You intoxicate me that way and we are more drunk in it than from the champagne.
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In the elevator at the end of the evening, I look into your eyes as we take off each other's masks. You smile that smile that says it all, whispering "Yes." and I gently press you against the wall, pinning your hands behind your back, running my fingers over your hard nipples through the material and tugging them slightly as I lick, then nibble, the side of your neck. You are moaning softly, not knowing that my gentle bites that will soon be all over your body, with red silk scarves delightfully holding you, spread out like a rich buffet just for us, and I reach under your dress, lifting it quickly to push the thong aside and stroke directly into your wetness. You are whispering "Yes, please take me here. " moving your legs apart and arching your hips to my hand, unzipping me in your mind, your hands urgently wanting to wrap around my hot shaft.... when the elevator.....stops.
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My hands drop quickly and I move back just a titch....kissing you on the cheek to cover your flushing face as an older couple get on the elevator. They smile sweetly, commenting on your dress, and the ride continues to our floor, my arm around your waist, feeling you shaking with lust.
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We finally arrive at our floor and as we leave the elevator, we hear the elderly lady say with a smile to her man..."You can actually smell the sex coming off those two...they'll be naked in less than a minute."
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And she's right...



I had no idea you wrote. I didn't really read it, though. It's in second person. How very ~Dream~ of you.
 
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