The Art of Getting Lit Laid

[Carmina24]

Oh yeah.
I read that, that's kinda how I got here....
And why I stayed ...

This year has been rough, on lit and in real life....
Finding someone to connect with and be truly joyful and genuine with has been strange, at best.
Finding it wasn't easy, making it work was harder, yet once it became natural it was just another course of my day ...
I can only hope he feels the same way, I look for messages, I hope he's well, I am grateful for his presence .... And most of all I'm optimistic that we can last ....

In a way, we’re all here searching for something. Some come to pass the time, others for the stories, but some of us are looking for connection. And when we find it, even in glimpses, it changes everything.

 

[Carmina24]

Angel me: don't give her bad ideas
Devil me: she thrives on bad ideas

Angel me: whisper sweet nothings in her ear
Devil me: scream her name while pleasuring myself

For the record, @Hornymwtxn and I aren’t together - though our angel/devil duets might make it sound like we are! In fact, I’ve been working on finding him a match in our Matchmaking Corner. If you’ve been enjoying his wit and wickedness here… maybe he’s the one you’ve been waiting for. I am reposting his profile now.

 

[Carmina24]

Welcome to the Matchmaking Corner

We warned you this might happen… and here we are. Some brave souls have stepped forward, asking us to play Cupid (or perhaps Mischief-Maker).

This isn’t a dating service. This is a spark of possibility. Think of it as a masquerade ball where you get a glimpse of who’s behind the mask - and if you’re intrigued, you step forward and say hello.

Here’s how it works:

Every so often, we’ll feature a volunteer profile.

If you’re curious, you can message them directly.

What happens next is up to the two of you. Friendship, flirtation, fire… or just a laugh shared over words.

Our only rule? Respect. Remember that each profile is a person. Treat them as you’d want to be treated, and the sparks will take care of themselves.

So, without further ado… meet our very first volunteer.

Hi all, reposting this - our Matchmaking Corner
and my co-conspirator's profile:


Introducing: @Hornymwtxn

He’s no stranger here - my co-conspirator in fanning the flames of this very thread. But now, he steps into the Matchmaking Corner with a spark of his own.

He prefers the company of women (his words: “men are too easy to find” ), and he comes open-hearted, open-minded, ready to accept you as you are. He’s a man who listens deeply, a sympathetic ear who finds joy in making your day lighter, your night brighter.

Disciplined in body - exercise keeps him grounded (and yes, sometimes he does it naked… because why not make discipline a little daring?). Disciplined in words - he writes poetry that lingers, gentle lines that tug at the edges of your imagination.
Retired now, he has the rarest luxury of all - time. Time to listen, time to explore, time to give himself fully to whatever (or whoever) sparks his curiosity.

Easy-going, approachable, with a touch of mischief, he has led a steady life… but he’s also open to new adventures, new discoveries, and meaningful connections that make the heart race.

He’s not here for empty sparks. As the co-creator of this thread, he’s looking for something more - a connection that excites, intrigues, and deepens with every exchange. Something that feels like discovery, like finding a secret you never want to put down.

So, ladies… the Matchmaker has struck her first match. The question is - who will be bold enough to lean in and see where this flame could lead?

 

[Hornymwtxn]

For the record, @Hornymwtxn and I aren’t together - though our angel/devil duets might make it sound like we are! In fact, I’ve been working on finding him a match in our Matchmaking Corner. If you’ve been enjoying his wit and wickedness here… maybe he’s the one you’ve been waiting for. I am reposting his profile now.

And I wish to repost Carmina's matchmaking profile.
So guys if you are looking for a possible lit companion she may be the one for you. Don't be shy give her a pm

Matchmaking Corner – Whispered Introduction

She is not gentle by design.
Her words bite, her laughter burns, and she never shrinks to fit the room. She is wildness in motion, ferocity cloaked in fire.

She does not seek someone to tame her - nor anyone who must match her blaze. What she longs for is a man who understands that fire is not for extinguishing, but for wielding. One who will let her rage, create, dance, and unravel, without mistaking her chaos for peril.

She is searching for refuge, not rivalry. For a place to rest when the storm stills, where her wild edges are not only tolerated but treasured.

And know this: she believes a man’s mind is the sexiest thing of all. To undress the body is easy - but to undress the mind, to slip past defenses with wit and curiosity, is the truest seduction.

If you can meet her mind with your own, if you can stand in her fire without flinching, then perhaps you are worthy of the name that follows.

Her name is not a secret.
It is a challenge.
It is @Carmina24

https://forum.literotica.com/threads/the-art-of-getting-lit-laid.1639025/post-101414256

 

[Ratchetman1982]

You guys are too cute

 

[Carmina24]

You guys are too cute

You're the one who is cute - Care Bear

 

[Ratchetman1982]

I look more like the bear type creature from Five Nights at Freddy's

 

[Hornymwtxn]

I look more like the bear type creature from Five Nights at Freddy's

And the raunchiness of Ted?

 

[Ratchetman1982]

Oh, absolutely

 

[Hornymwtxn]

I view Lit as sort of like a support group to help us achieve goals for ourselves in much the same way weight watchers helps it's users achieve their goals.

Lit is way more fun tho

 

[Ratchetman1982]

Converse. Often. And remember things the other person says. Build a connection that way

 

[Hornymwtxn]

My latest attempt at a rhyming poem


Intrigue
-------------------‐---------------
A simple request
Ask of her name
Be my guest
To leave as is would be a shame

I have just got to know
If the name fits the beauty
Desires set aglow
Must be my duty

I like her smile
Give a wink
This may take awhile
Or gone in a blink

This secret dance we do
A bit flirty
Did I hear a coo?
Dancing dirty

Tango requires two
Twirls bends and dips
Me and you
Grab some hips

Hear that Latin beat
Flashes of color and hues
Moving our feet
Chasing those blues

These moments are fleeting
Good vibrations
Keeps our hearts beating
Better than libations

 

[Carmina24]

The Ruin in His Kneeling

Yes, he kneels for me. But the meaning runs deeper than the act of submission. His knees touch the ground not because he is lesser - but because he trusts me to strip him bare and build him again.

Yes, my name is branded on his body. But that mark is more than ownership. It is a warning and a promise. A scar that says: he is mine to protect, mine to destroy, mine to resurrect.

To lead is not to take.
To command is not to consume.
To be a Domme - at least as I live it - is to cradle his surrender in one hand and press my hunger into his skin with the other.

He gives me his surrender, and I give him my responsibility.
He gives me his obedience, and I give him my hunger.
He gives me his heart, and I give him mine - fierce, relentless, unmerciful in its devotion.

And so when he kneels, the world may see submission -
but what I see is a man quivering in the heat of my gaze,
aching for the graze of my nails,
burning for the drag of my lips,
a man undone, ruined, and remade in the fire of my touch.

 

[subdudeme13]

The Ruin in His Kneeling

Yes, he kneels for me. But the meaning runs deeper than the act of submission. His knees touch the ground not because he is lesser - but because he trusts me to strip him bare and build him again.

Yes, my name is branded on his body. But that mark is more than ownership. It is a warning and a promise. A scar that says: he is mine to protect, mine to destroy, mine to resurrect.

To lead is not to take.
To command is not to consume.
To be a Domme - at least as I live it - is to cradle his surrender in one hand and press my hunger into his skin with the other.

He gives me his surrender, and I give him my responsibility.
He gives me his obedience, and I give him my hunger.
He gives me his heart, and I give him mine - fierce, relentless, unmerciful in its devotion.

And so when he kneels, the world may see submission -
but what I see is a man quivering in the heat of my gaze,
aching for the graze of my nails,
burning for the drag of my lips,
a man undone, ruined, and remade in the fire of my touch.

I got chills reading this.

 

[awired50]

Treat everyone with respect and be yourself.

 

[Oralexplorer]

a man undone, ruined, and remade in the fire of my touch

Tempering a man like tempering steel, forging a better & stronger person. Sounds like you are man-smithing C.

 

[Carmina24]

Tempering a man like tempering steel, forging a better & stronger person. Sounds like you are man-smithing C.

Yes - tempering, forging, man-smithing if you will. Each strike does not make him someone else; rather, it strips away the dullness, until what remains is the man he always was - stronger, sharper, radiant in the heat of my fire.

 

[Hornymwtxn]

Tonight's drunken poem

You look at me
I wonder what you see
Is it somebody else besides thee?
Someone you hoped I could be

Your visions begin to dance
Thoughts of our romance
Sending you into a trance
Hoping for another chance

To mould me into want you desire
Someone who you admire
Someone whose fire
Will never expire

Someone whose passion burns
A person who always learns
One who always returns
To vows that never churn

 

[dawn_of_night]

Tonight's drunken poem

You look at me
I wonder what you see
Is it somebody else besides thee?
Someone you hoped I could be

Your visions begin to dance
Thoughts of our romance
Sending you into a trance
Hoping for another chance

To mould me into want you desire
Someone who you admire
Someone whose fire
Will never expire

Someone whose passion burns
A person who always learns
One who always returns
To vows that never churn

Nice work Tx....

 

[masterslave00]

The Ruin in His Kneeling

Yes, he kneels for me. But the meaning runs deeper than the act of submission. His knees touch the ground not because he is lesser - but because he trusts me to strip him bare and build him again.

Yes, my name is branded on his body. But that mark is more than ownership. It is a warning and a promise. A scar that says: he is mine to protect, mine to destroy, mine to resurrect.

To lead is not to take.
To command is not to consume.
To be a Domme - at least as I live it - is to cradle his surrender in one hand and press my hunger into his skin with the other.

He gives me his surrender, and I give him my responsibility.
He gives me his obedience, and I give him my hunger.
He gives me his heart, and I give him mine - fierce, relentless, unmerciful in its devotion.

And so when he kneels, the world may see submission -
but what I see is a man quivering in the heat of my gaze,
aching for the graze of my nails,
burning for the drag of my lips,
a man undone, ruined, and remade in the fire of my touch.

OMG @Carmina24, what an amazing writing. I can see people I know in this... Myself including.

 

[Carmina24]

Beneath the Masks of Lit

By day, some of us may think we are no one worth remembering.
Practiced smiles, voices softened to fit the room, bodies folded neatly into routine.
To the world we may seem harmless, forgettable,
figures blurred into the background of errands and obligations.
They think they see us. They do not.

Because at night, the disguises dissolve. Here - in this hidden Lit life - the shadows part,
and the truths we keep locked away step forward.
What others might call fantasy is, for us,
the marrow of who we are.
We do not invent; we unveil.
We do not pretend; we shed.
And beneath the shedding is not an anomaly,
but the pulse of selves finally unbound.

Some wander into this place to wear masks brighter than their own.
We do not.
We come here to remove ours.
To speak in the voices silenced by daylight,
to unleash the powers we keep chained.

And once revealed, we are perilous.
Because freedom, once tasted, cannot be restrained.
Because truth, once spoken, cannot be unheard.

By day, we remain the same ones they pass without notice.
But here, in this secret life, we are something else entirely.

Here, we are free -
and if one follows us deeper, beware:
freedom has teeth.

(Previously "The Woman Beneath the Mask")

 

[Hornymwtxn]

We have roles.
Roles that society demands.
But here we can explore things that we always knew were there but couldn't quite figure it out, then it happens, something revealed that has hidden in plain sight.

 

[Carmina24]

The Trilogy of Revelation
Every journey into Lit begins quietly.
A late-night search, a restless thought,
a desire whispered into the dark.
But step through the door, and the world changes.
Here, masks shimmer as usernames, stories turn into mirrors, and strangers become fire.
This is not only the story of Lit - it is the story of us,
and the revelations waiting in every word.

Part I – The Doorway
For many, it starts simply.
A late-night search for an erotic story.
A curiosity, a hunger, a lonely moment.
For others, it’s something else - an ache for connection, a place to pour words they cannot speak aloud,
a quiet rebellion against silence.

And then we land here - in the world of Lit.
Wide-eyed, we look around and see a universe entirely new.
Where thoughts once hushed abound without shame.
Where words we censor in daylight are as common as breath in the dark.
And where desires once stifled are not only encouraged - but celebrated and given a home to thrive.

We begin to explore.
Tentative at first, then braver, bolder, drawn by the rhythm of stories, the pull of threads,
the promise that someone, somewhere,
will read our words and understand.

Part II - The Mirror

 

[sammyIammy]

Another great post. Love how you communicate these thoughts

 

[Carmina24]

The Trilogy of Revelation
Part II – The Mirror

At first, it feels like discovery.
A hidden door unlocked.
We came for stories - a stolen thrill, a whispered fantasy,
maybe even just a distraction for restless nights.

But here, the stories are not only stories.
They are mirrors.
They are confessions.
They are the places where strangers undress their souls,
sometimes more nakedly than their bodies.

We read, and in reading, we recognize pieces of ourselves.
A longing we thought was ours alone.
A secret we never spoke aloud.
A desire we once silenced
echoed back to us in someone else’s words.

And slowly, Lit stops being only a place to look.
It becomes a place to speak.
We test our voices in comments,
in tiny replies,
in words that tremble but still reach out.
Until one day, we post.
And we feel the jolt of being seen -
not just our stories,
but us.

Part III: coming soon

https://forum.literotica.com/threads/the-art-of-getting-lit-laid.1639025/post-101464009