The Art of Getting Lit Laid

[spawnofdavey]

It's been a very long time since I've gotten any mischief in person.

When I did, there were plenty of knowing glances, a little gentle touches, hidden meanings in the things I'd say to some who knew what I actually meant. It was a lot of fun.

 

[Shygentleman2]

Sometimes mischief doesn’t need fireworks.
It’s in the quiet things: a wink across the room, a hug that lingers just a second too long, a grin that says I know exactly what I’m doing.

We stir up a little chaos, sprinkle a little tease, and suddenly the ordinary feels alive again. That’s the beauty of mischief - it’s never loud, but it’s always felt.

So tell me… what’s your favorite kind of mischief? A stolen smile? A whispered dare? Or maybe just the promise of trouble wrapped in a gentle touch?

Mmmm...that smile from her. Knowing that soon we'll be up to some mischief...touching...tasting...

 

[Carmina24]

It's been a very long time since I've gotten any mischief in person.

When I did, there were plenty of knowing glances, a little gentle touches, hidden meanings in the things I'd say to some who knew what I actually meant. It was a lot of fun.

Don't worry, you're In good company
*Winks*

 

[spawnofdavey]

Don't worry, you're In good company
*Winks*

Those knowing glances, stolen touches.. I miss them.

 

[subdudeme13]

Don't worry, you're In good company
*Winks*

"Don't worry, be happy"

 

[jacfox]

Sometimes mischief doesn’t need fireworks.
It’s in the quiet things: a wink across the room, a hug that lingers just a second too long, a grin that says I know exactly what I’m doing.

We stir up a little chaos, sprinkle a little tease, and suddenly the ordinary feels alive again. That’s the beauty of mischief - it’s never loud, but it’s always felt.

So tell me… what’s your favorite kind of mischief? A stolen smile? A whispered dare? Or maybe just the promise of trouble wrapped in a gentle touch?

A knowing smile, from an unexpected source

 

[subdudeme13]

Sometimes mischief doesn’t need fireworks.
It’s in the quiet things: a wink across the room, a hug that lingers just a second too long, a grin that says I know exactly what I’m doing.

We stir up a little chaos, sprinkle a little tease, and suddenly the ordinary feels alive again. That’s the beauty of mischief - it’s never loud, but it’s always felt.

So tell me… what’s your favorite kind of mischief? A stolen smile? A whispered dare? Or maybe just the promise of trouble wrapped in a gentle touch?

There was a group of us that got together after work and had a few drinks. Sitting across from the woman with the tight body and the beautiful smile I noticed her foot exploring my crotch as she smiled at me. So it was the smile and her foot?

 

[Carmina24]

There was a group of us that got together after work and had a few drinks. Sitting across from the woman with the tight body and the beautiful smile I noticed her foot exploring my crotch as she smiled at me. So it was the smile and her foot?

Nice one!

 

[Carmina24]

A knowing smile, from an unexpected source

Ah yes...

 

[subdudeme13]

Nice one!

Yes. There was the married guy at work who she was seeing. He had a heart attack at the office and passed. At the funeral I was in line to pay condolences to the wife and you will never guess who was in the line next to me. I think he had the heart attack in her office!

 

[jacfox]

Yes. There was the married guy at work who she was seeing. He had a heart attack at the office and passed. At the funeral I was in line to pay condolences to the wife and you will never guess who was in the line next to me. I think he had the heart attack in her office!

What a way to go

 

[subdudeme13]

What a way to go

We can call him Jim. I still have the vision of him going out the door on a gurney with his cowboy boots on! Jim got around!

 

[subdudeme13]

Sometimes mischief doesn’t need fireworks.
It’s in the quiet things: a wink across the room, a hug that lingers just a second too long, a grin that says I know exactly what I’m doing.

We stir up a little chaos, sprinkle a little tease, and suddenly the ordinary feels alive again. That’s the beauty of mischief - it’s never loud, but it’s always felt.

So tell me… what’s your favorite kind of mischief? A stolen smile? A whispered dare? Or maybe just the promise of trouble wrapped in a gentle touch?

There was the time my boss, a tall formere college basketball player turned around and looked at me as she walked into her office. She smiles and suggestively licker her lips!

 

[Carmina24]

There was the time my boss, a tall formere college basketball player turned around and looked at me as she walked into her office. She smiles and suggestively licker her lips!

My, you seem to be the subject of many mischief @subdudeme13 !

 

[subdudeme13]

My, you seem to be the subject of many mischief @subdudeme13 !

I guess. Now that you mention it. Yes.

 

[Greylag]

Ever try to fall asleep, and your body’s begging for rest, but your mind has other ideas?
You close your eyes… and instead of dreams, you get flashes of heat, memories that linger, and thoughts of someone who isn’t even in the room.

The sheets twist, the clock ticks louder, and suddenly it’s not sleep you’re chasing - it’s that edge between desire and exhaustion.
That place where you wonder if it’s insomnia… or just the wrong kind of craving keeping you awake.

So here I am, wide awake.
Eyes closed, but lit up inside.
Trying to fall asleep… and failing beautifully.

I know exactly what you mean when the mix of stress and tiredness is too much for the brain. I learned to use relaxation techniques to overcome it!

 

[subdudeme13]

Ever try to fall asleep, and your body’s begging for rest, but your mind has other ideas?
You close your eyes… and instead of dreams, you get flashes of heat, memories that linger, and thoughts of someone who isn’t even in the room.

The sheets twist, the clock ticks louder, and suddenly it’s not sleep you’re chasing - it’s that edge between desire and exhaustion.
That place where you wonder if it’s insomnia… or just the wrong kind of craving keeping you awake.

So here I am, wide awake.
Eyes closed, but lit up inside.
Trying to fall asleep… and failing beautifully.

Did you get some sleep? I hope!

 

[subdudeme13]

Sometimes mischief doesn’t need fireworks.was i
It’s in the quiet things: a wink across the room, a hug that lingers just a second too long, a grin that says I know exactly what I’m doing.

We stir up a little chaos, sprinkle a little tease, and suddenly the ordinary feels alive again. That’s the beauty of mischief - it’s never loud, but it’s always felt.

So tell me… what’s your favorite kind of mischief? A stolen smile? A whispered dare? Or maybe just the promise of trouble wrapped in a gentle touch?

Now that you mention it. There was her touch, just a touch, hand sliding down my arm. That was it but there was electricity in her touch. I was with my boss at the time and his wife. We were at a party and she touched my arm. That was it but I remember that touch. I didn't dare look at her, he was right beside us.

 

[subdudeme13]

Ok! One more.
I was walking thru Penn Station in NYC. A girl walking the other way looked at me an threw me a kiss and smiled and kept walking. I turned around and looked but she was lost in the crowd.

 

[Hornymwtxn]

I had a friend that drank energy drinks and wondered why he couldn't sleep. Caffeine is in many drinks like Coke so that might be an issue. There were some post on how to get to sleep and orgasms were recommended. I would recommend them too. There is always melatonin but that gives me bad dreams. I hope you got to sleep, I can relate.

I had to cut out caffeine, not for sleep issues but for other reasons.

I even had to cut out chocolate since there is caffeine in that especially the dark chocolate.

 

[Hornymwtxn]

Sometimes mischief doesn’t need fireworks.
It’s in the quiet things: a wink across the room, a hug that lingers just a second too long, a grin that says I know exactly what I’m doing.

We stir up a little chaos, sprinkle a little tease, and suddenly the ordinary feels alive again. That’s the beauty of mischief - it’s never loud, but it’s always felt.

So tell me… what’s your favorite kind of mischief? A stolen smile? A whispered dare? Or maybe just the promise of trouble wrapped in a gentle touch?

Double entendres with a sly smile

 

[Hornymwtxn]

Yes. There was the married guy at work who she was seeing. He had a heart attack at the office and passed. At the funeral I was in line to pay condolences to the wife and you will never guess who was in the line next to me. I think he had the heart attack in her office!

Wow
That would be devastating I would think.

A true real life heartbreaker

 

[subdudeme13]

Wow
That would be devastating I would think.

A true real life heartbreaker

I was friends with Jim and the woman and their relationship was well known. Jim also traveled and brough back pictures of his exploits. At his funeral hiw wife complained of all the time he spent away because of work. I had to swallow because I knew the truth.

 

[subdudeme13]

I had to cut out caffeine, not for sleep issues but for other reasons.

I even had to cut out chocolate since there is caffeine in that especially the dark chocolate.

Dark chocloate is good for your brain but I have done the same thing. I can still drink coffee before noon but that is about it.

 

[jacfox]

Mischief...I recall a moment in an elevator, in Milan, many years ago. One of the female singers of the choir I was touring with got in, along with my best buddy in the choir at the time. Nothing was said, but the look she gave us (she'd had quite a bit to drink--we all had) made the same impression on both of us, independently, so it wasn't just me. She got off at her floor, and after, we shared how we'd reacted. We felt that if either of us had said a single word, she'd have been onto us right there in the elevator...and she was a religious affairs (lol) producer for a broadcasting company