The Art of Getting Lit Laid

Essential reading. Should be on the High School curriculum with regular refreshers and practicals throughout college and during company inductions. A-grade mandatory for Climax Unlimited applicants
Maybe we should expand our business from sex toys to education.
Climax University
Let's create a curriculum!

The Art of:
- Kissing
- Hand Job
- Blow Job

Advanced curriculum:

- Contract law for doms and subs
- Mediation for emotional miscommunication and sexual misunderstandings ('All I said to my new girlfriend was, my favourite place to eat out is Wendy's. Then she hit me.'--Peter Pan
- First responder training for BDSM triage

Inputs from @jacfox
 
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Advanced curriculum:

Contract law for doms and subs
Mediation for emotional miscommunication and sexual misunderstandings ('All I said to my new girlfriend was, my favourite place to eat out is Wendy's. Then she hit me.'--Peter Pan
First responder training for BDSM triage
 
Advanced curriculum:

Contract law for doms and subs
Mediation for emotional miscommunication and sexual misunderstandings ('All I said to my new girlfriend was, my favourite place to eat out is Wendy's. Then she hit me.'--Peter Pan
First responder training for BDSM triage
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This is interesting

I have felt the silent treatment and not proud to say that I have used the silent treatment.

Online relationships seem more conducive for this behavior taking place.

There is a grieving period that MUST take place imo. In time the sting will wane but it isn’t easy.

Bottom line is realizing YOU have control only over you and how you react and handle these situations.

A few things I have learned.

Don't do things expecting how the other person will react and respond. People are unpredictable. For example....What you think is hilarious others may deem distasteful.

Develop a plan to get through the emotional pain that doesn't involve their involvement whatsoever.
 
When You Vanish

Ghosting isn’t a fade-out.
It’s a fracture.

One day there is a voice -
warm, teasing, steady -
and then there is nothing.
No goodbye,
no reason,
just a silence sharp enough
to cut your palms
when you reach for it.

We tell ourselves
it’s cleaner this way.
No drama, no fight.
But on the other side of that silence
someone is unraveling.
They scroll back through old messages,
searching for the moment
they became unworthy of a reply.
They lose sleep replaying
every word they sent,
every pause they misread.
It isn’t closure.
It’s a ghost-shaped wound.

It would have been kinder
to say the hard thing.
Even the softest goodbye
is a lantern in the dark.
Even a “this isn’t working”
lets a heart begin to heal.

Remember:
there is a human at the other end
of the screen.
A heartbeat.
A life.
And silence, when it lands without warning,
can feel like cruelty.

I write this not as a saint
but as someone guilty, too.
I have been the one
who vanished,
thinking silence was mercy.
I know now it was a wound.
This is my promise - to do better,
to leave light instead of shadows,
to speak even when it trembles.
 
The Hands That Hold Us Until

Some people are not meant to stay.
They arrive like quiet chapters -
holding your hand through the storms,
reminding you that you are worthy of warmth
even when the night feels endless.

They are not The One.
They are the ones who carry you
just far enough across the river,
so that when the true bridge appears,
you are no longer too tired to cross.

Their role is fleeting,
but not small.
They teach you that loneliness is survivable,
that your heart can open and still mend,
that love does not only come once in a lifetime -
but the forever kind is worth waiting for.

And if they go,
thank them for the time they stayed with you.
And if you must leave,
don’t disappear into silence.
Be kind. Be honest.
Words may ache,
but they heal far better than vanishing ever will.

And when The One finally arrives,
you will not mistake them for anyone else.
You will know.
Because all the hands you held before
were only guiding you here.
 
Flaws

Infatuation conceals them
Keeps them undercover and allows the bonds to grow.

Euphoria from love is better than any man made substance.

Head in the clouds, walking on air, these feelings give us hope and make us feel alive instead of just surviving.

Passage of time dulls the high, familiarity steals our wonder and awe.

Flaws become apparent instead of overlooked but the bonds have become strong enough to accept and even embrace the flaws.

It is then when acceptance and the love still endures that you realize you have something special
 
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