The Art of Getting Lit Laid

[Shygentleman2]

I totally agree. Your words are spot on...well spoken.

Might I be so bold to suggest that one could substitute the words "man" for "woman" and "him" for "her?" Aren't these qualities universal?

DeeDee

Absolutely! The mind is the sexiest organ on anyone. Men tend to be confused by this as we are usually more visually oriented. But deep down....her mind is what I crave. Her dreams...her desires. And hopefully it's the same for her.

 

[jacfox]

I totally agree. Your words are spot on...well spoken.

Might I be so bold to suggest that one could substitute the words "man" for "woman" and "him" for "her?" Aren't these qualities universal?

DeeDee

Shy gent has it spot on. The mind is the sexiest thing of all, and that's true for all genders and preferences

 

[subdudeme13]

Just peeking in to see who has been naughty or nice. OH! WAIT!
It isn't Christmas it is Halloween! Anyone see and witches flying around?

 

[DeeDeeX2]

How to Express Your Desirability​

The true art of expressing desirability in an introduction lies not in declaration, but in the crafting of anticipation. Your letter should function as a sensual invitation, a carefully draped garment of words that reveals just enough to tantalize. The goal is to ignite the recipient's imagination, letting them fill in the exquisite blanks you leave behind.

To achieve this, focus heavily on sensory suggestion. Avoid detailing explicit actions; instead, describe the atmosphere you wish to create: the imagined weight of a hand, the lingering warmth of a glance, or the sound of an unspoken name. Use evocative verbs that imply a subtle power play, framing your desire as a knowing confidence rather than a plea. Write with the assuredness of someone who is highly desired, making your words a gentle challenge. This shift in perspective transforms the introduction from a simple request into an elegant, irresistible promise.

Maintain an air of intentional mystery. Reveal your intentions through strong, confident language, but hold back the full narrative. Offer a glimpse of the delicious connection that awaits, positioning your desired interaction as an inevitable, sophisticated exchange. A truly desirable letter is one that leaves the recipient breathless, not because of what was said, but because of the electric silence of what remains to be discovered.

DeeDee

 

[Carmina24]

It Started With One Message

It started with one message.
Just one.
A flirt, a spark, a what-if.

Then somehow, we started talking about real life - the kind that isn’t filtered or pretty.
We were in opposite time zones, which should’ve made it impossible.
But we made it work.
His good morning was my good evening.
His sunrise was my midnight.

We talked about anything and everything - the small, the silly, the sacred.
And then there was this one act of kindness I can never forget.
I had to drive three hours down the expressway, terrified.
He stayed with me.
I had to go to the doctor, anxious and alone.
He stayed with me.

At that time, I wasn’t exclusive with him.
I told him he had to take me as I am - messy, uncertain, still figuring things out.
And he did.
He didn’t try to fix me. He just stayed.

Then one day, he asked me to write about us.
So I did.
My Pink Blanket and You.

I thought it would be just another story, but when I finished, I realized I was crying.
And that’s when it hit me -
I love him.

And soon, another truth followed.
I wanted to be his.
Not halfway. Not maybe.
His.

One message turned into 7,000. One Lit page turned into 300 pages.
Every word a thread.
Every laugh, a stitch.

Then one day, the messages stopped.
And the silence was deafening.
Another day passed. Then another.
I knew he wouldn’t just leave. Not him.
He would never stop talking to me unless something was wrong.

Those days of searching for him were some of the darkest I’ve ever had.

And then, the message came.
He was rushed to the hospital by ambulance.
He couldn’t text until he was finally given a room.
When I read that, I couldn’t breathe. Then I did. And it came with tears of relief.

He’s back now.
And as we slowly return to our little rhythm, I just wanted to say this -

Sometimes we come here to flirt. To laugh. To pass time.
But sometimes, without even realizing it, we find something real.
Someone real.
The kind of connection that changes how you see this place - and yourself.

So if you’re reading this, wondering if it’s possible…
It is.
We are living proof.

- Carmina and Anthony
@Carmina24 and @Wwwajr666

 

[Carmina24]

My Pink Blanket and You

I wake up with thoughts of you.
I fall asleep the same way - wrapped in my pink blanket, wrapped in you.

Desire tangled with tenderness, refusing to let time zones keep us apart.
Good mornings blur into good evenings, until the day is nothing but you.

You slice meat at the deli, placing orders with steady hands - careful not to nick yourself again while shaving.
I juggle my day job and night job, moving through hours with the thought of you threaded through every task.

And when you are out on the boat, catching shrimp and crabs, I wait at home - wrapped in my blanket, whispering to the waves for your safe return.

Willy the bear and Wally the alligator keep us company - our little guardians, silent witnesses to everything we share.

Even when oceans stretch between us, I am still wrapped in my pink blanket.
Still wrapped in you.

This is "My Pink Blanket and You"

 

[Finger8]

Seems a little quiet at the #MaskedBall.

So many choices. Do I go with a classic? Or something a bit different?

 

[Hornymwtxn]

It Started With One Message

It started with one message.
Just one.
A flirt, a spark, a what-if.

Then somehow, we started talking about real life - the kind that isn’t filtered or pretty.
We were in opposite time zones, which should’ve made it impossible.
But we made it work.
His good morning was my good evening.
His sunrise was my midnight.

We talked about anything and everything - the small, the silly, the sacred.
And then there was this one act of kindness I can never forget.
I had to drive three hours down the expressway, terrified.
He stayed with me.
I had to go to the doctor, anxious and alone.
He stayed with me.

At that time, I wasn’t exclusive with him.
I told him he had to take me as I am - messy, uncertain, still figuring things out.
And he did.
He didn’t try to fix me. He just stayed.

Then one day, he asked me to write about us.
So I did.
My Pink Blanket and You.

I thought it would be just another story, but when I finished, I realized I was crying.
And that’s when it hit me -
I love him.

And soon, another truth followed.
I wanted to be his.
Not halfway. Not maybe.
His.

One message turned into 7,000. One Lit page turned into 300 pages.
Every word a thread.
Every laugh, a stitch.

Then one day, the messages stopped.
And the silence was deafening.
Another day passed. Then another.
I knew he wouldn’t just leave. Not him.
He would never stop talking to me unless something was wrong.

Those days of searching for him were some of the darkest I’ve ever had.

And then, the message came.
He was rushed to the hospital by ambulance.
He couldn’t text until he was finally given a room.
When I read that, I couldn’t breathe. Then I did. And it came with tears of relief.

He’s back now.
And as we slowly return to our little rhythm, I just wanted to say this -

Sometimes we come here to flirt. To laugh. To pass time.
But sometimes, without even realizing it, we find something real.
Someone real.
The kind of connection that changes how you see this place - and yourself.

So if you’re reading this, wondering if it’s possible…
It is.
We are living proof.

- Carmina and Anthony
@Carmina24 and @Wwwajr666

So happy that y'all have formed a strong bond and achieved something special!

 

[Finger8]

It Started With One Message

It started with one message.
Just one.
A flirt, a spark, a what-if.

Then somehow, we started talking about real life - the kind that isn’t filtered or pretty.
We were in opposite time zones, which should’ve made it impossible.
But we made it work.
His good morning was my good evening.
His sunrise was my midnight.

We talked about anything and everything - the small, the silly, the sacred.
And then there was this one act of kindness I can never forget.
I had to drive three hours down the expressway, terrified.
He stayed with me.
I had to go to the doctor, anxious and alone.
He stayed with me.

At that time, I wasn’t exclusive with him.
I told him he had to take me as I am - messy, uncertain, still figuring things out.
And he did.
He didn’t try to fix me. He just stayed.

Then one day, he asked me to write about us.
So I did.
My Pink Blanket and You.

I thought it would be just another story, but when I finished, I realized I was crying.
And that’s when it hit me -
I love him.

And soon, another truth followed.
I wanted to be his.
Not halfway. Not maybe.
His.

One message turned into 7,000. One Lit page turned into 300 pages.
Every word a thread.
Every laugh, a stitch.

Then one day, the messages stopped.
And the silence was deafening.
Another day passed. Then another.
I knew he wouldn’t just leave. Not him.
He would never stop talking to me unless something was wrong.

Those days of searching for him were some of the darkest I’ve ever had.

And then, the message came.
He was rushed to the hospital by ambulance.
He couldn’t text until he was finally given a room.
When I read that, I couldn’t breathe. Then I did. And it came with tears of relief.

He’s back now.
And as we slowly return to our little rhythm, I just wanted to say this -

Sometimes we come here to flirt. To laugh. To pass time.
But sometimes, without even realizing it, we find something real.
Someone real.
The kind of connection that changes how you see this place - and yourself.

So if you’re reading this, wondering if it’s possible…
It is.
We are living proof.

- Carmina and Anthony
@Carmina24 and @Wwwajr666

So glad you found that kind of connection. Wishing you both the best.

 

[Carmina24]

So glad you found that kind of connection. Wishing you both the best.

Thank you! Both of us are grateful to have found each other.

 

[Carmina24]

So happy that y'all have formed a strong bond and achieved something special!

We have! Thank you...

 

[Wwwajr666]

I lay here in bed the wind howling the rain pounding too nasty to crad. Your name is running through my Head Carmina my little beautiful Care Bear . I m thinking of the journey that got us here. I feel like it's been a dream. You brighten my life with your words and beautiful smile not a day goes by that you have to be here I think of you every waken moment and in my dreams. I give you my love that will never die no matter what happens it will always be you and me.
Want to say one more thing it does happen and if you try and are determined you can achieve your dream

 

[Carmina24]

I lay here in bed the wind howling the rain pounding too nasty to crad. Your name is running through my Head Carmina my little beautiful Care Bear . I m thinking of the journey that got us here. I feel like it's been a dream. You brighten my life with your words and beautiful smile not a day goes by that you have to be here I think of you every waken moment and in my dreams. I give you my love that will never die no matter what happens it will always be you and me.
Want to say one more thing it does happen and if you try and are determined you can achieve your dream

That's beautiful, Anthony...thank you...