This And That.

Twelve tales approved so far, more awaiting approval.

Looks like half of LITs Readers like stroke, and the other 1/2 want more than sexual gymnastics. Groan, I dont wanna write about peeling potatoes, I wanna write about cooking french fries. But it seems clear to me that I'm gonna hafta peel taters, too. And I spent last nite thinking of scenarios that please both camps.

The LW crowd aint never gonna salute white sluts nut thats okay, cuz half of LW readers are white sluts and like it. Theyre my audience. So I need to design plausible and interesting tales people encounter IRL. Hubby is a paralyzed war vet, mama loves him, and she has THAT itch he cant scratch. Or hubby's in prison for a while. Or hubby prefers boys.

I'm thinking of doing something with what I call a WORKING GIRLS theme. George V. Higgins wrote a novel about it. Smart, beautiful women lease themselves to pols and executives. Plus their older, poor sisters working down at the car wash.
 
EUREKA!

One of my characters revealed the mystery of incest this morning. Its so simple a construct I'm surprised I didnt see it before now.

Real discovery is like putting a jigsaw puzzle together.
 
Got the roof trim painted. Cut up some 1/12s to make potato boxes for the garden. And added some writing to 2 stories I'm working on.
 
Twelve tales approved so far, more awaiting approval.

Looks like half of LITs Readers like stroke, and the other 1/2 want more than sexual gymnastics. Groan, I dont wanna write about peeling potatoes, I wanna write about cooking french fries. But it seems clear to me that I'm gonna hafta peel taters, too. And I spent last nite thinking of scenarios that please both camps.

The LW crowd aint never gonna salute white sluts nut thats okay, cuz half of LW readers are white sluts and like it. Theyre my audience. So I need to design plausible and interesting tales people encounter IRL. Hubby is a paralyzed war vet, mama loves him, and she has THAT itch he cant scratch. Or hubby's in prison for a while. Or hubby prefers boys.

I'm thinking of doing something with what I call a WORKING GIRLS theme. George V. Higgins wrote a novel about it. Smart, beautiful women lease themselves to pols and executives. Plus their older, poor sisters working down at the car wash.

It's amazing and amusing watching your belated discoveries and your reinventing wheels as, after years and years of talking it, you settle into actually writing to post at Literotica. It's fun to watch, but it's good to know, as well, that you're actually getting enjoyment out of getting off the dime and doing it.
 
Gonna write up a tale I mentioned a while back, A guy picks up two women at a redneck bar, but he ends up sodomized and tossed out of a car, naked. Then I recalled some experiences from 1980 when I was working ay a nuclear power plant doing repairs in the reactor building.

Males and females used the same showers and dressing room. This meant you got naked several times per shift changing from street clothes to haz-mat suits and back again. Over a 12 hour shift we went in the reactor prolly 3-4 times. So we saw a lot of the girls over time as they were there in the midst of 200-300 naked men. The girls were allowed to wear panties but no bras in the showers.

So after a while the gals bolder and started wearing brief panties made with thin fabric, and the panties were tight.

We usta call their performance the Queer Test, cuz any man without a boner hadda be queer.
 
Saw two hot old women at WALMART this afternoon. One had a sweet looking ass, the other was in the checkout line with me...this is how women do it...her husband had his back to me. she was ahead of him but facing me. So what she does is unload her cart so I can see her titties as she bends down in the cart. She knew I was watching her. I got an eye-full of nice breasts. Her old man looked like a fuck would kill him.
 
Submitted another LW tale this morning. The writing isnt where I want it to be but its closer than it was yesterday.

Working on a MILF tale, the first installment got some encouraging comments, and the 2nd installment is on the drawing board; the MILF has her boy in bed and things are dandy, but in the morning the chickens come home to roost when the womans daughter makes a surprise visit to the home stead. Daughter Dear dated mom's fella thru high school.

I had a similar experience many years ago working for the phone company. My partner and I stopped at lunch to see a married gal and have sex with her. We took turns watching her baby.

Then I met a hot chick who fucked my brains out and invited me home to meet the family for Sunday dinner. Guess who her brother was married to? Thats right. I never breathed a word of our liaison to anyone (I never kiss and tell) but Crystal got found out by her hubby, and gave me up. My girlfriend and her daddy gave me whatfor but hubby never did anything (most dont). Daddy asserted that next thing yuh know I'll be fucking his baby girl! Little did he know.
 
Pulled a 4 1/2 pound cabbage from the garden yesterday; half of its in the crock pot with corned beef. Five heads of lettuce are ready to harvest today. And the blueberries are ripening, I picked a few yesterday. Need to harvest the collards for the freezer. Plus I gotta nail the potato boxes together. Busy day.
 
Still getting emails from readers. Emails let me identify my real audience, not transients. And that may be 1/2 the battle...finding your special audience.

One of my readers wants some tales about older men who dominate younger, married women. Gotta think about THAT.
 
Story #13 is now approved. I got the approval process down. Now all I gotta do is write something worth reading!
 
Up early working on a new interracial-incest-same sex tale. Also on the drawing board are a MILF tale where mama gets caught in bed with Sis's boyfriend, and a MILF tale where the parsons wife makes a special delivery to a younger conversion candidate.
 
Another story approved and up. Looks like the LW guys are growing weary of the deluge. Plus I have fans who neutralize the insults. I'm the worst person in the world to invite to a pissing contest.

Oughta submit 3 more tales before the end of the day.
 
Harvested a load of collards today, they are now par-cooked and in the freezer. Prolly enough for 6 months. Brocolli oughta be ready to pick in one week. This is the 2nd planting this year. A couple more days for the last of the cabbages. And I'm harvesting blueberries (2nd season since planting). Last year I got like one pint of blueberries, this year looks like 2 quarts. It takes a few years for the bushes to mature.
 
The story game is doing better than I expected, and things are rolling along. The Loving Wives Thugs are weary of me, and I have a growing LW fan-base (women who cheat on daddy), plus fans who enjoy my MILF serial, and interracial romance serial. Serial is the keyword. And YES its formulaic like a soap opera.

I'm learning the ropes of sexual serials, and it may turn out okay.
 
Just created a new serial for Senior MILFs, I call it JERKING OFF THE ONE-ARMED BANDIT. Its for gals not ready to close the shop and wait for death in a rocking chair or jerking off the one-armed bandit at the Indian Casino.
 
Woke up this morning clueless as to where my serials were going, now I know.

Its how I do things, and it makes the people I know crazy when I cant reveal THE PLAN. I think like an animal. There's no premeditation, its all impulse. But I like where the serials are headed, and the results are better than what I woulda come up with using a calculator and book of math tables.
 
STEALTH TROLLS.

Ever notice how some folks try and dominate boards and jobs and church and (fill in the blank)?

Theyre the cons who run the prisons. And you either grab your ankles to pacify and appease them or you gotta stick a shank in their ass, they allow no middle way.
 
Having fun writing serials. I was stumped for where to go with a new story I call BLOOD IS THICKER THAN CUM, but the next step came when the MILF dumped a guy she really liked, cuz her daughter didnt like him. "I hope youll understand that I cant let a man come between me and my daughter, maybe when she's back at school we can get together, okay?"
 
Since I retired I lose track of time. Its Sunday, thought it was Tuesday.
 
Still on the trail of whats good sex.

I mentioned that real incest seems to be habituated process, like roller skating or bike riding. Now I see that most sex is cut from the same roll of cloth, its unconscious habit. And boring. Like toting the groceries in from the car.

So whats good sex?

Its surprise that jolts. The foot that caresses your leg under the table, the head on your shoulder as you dance, the brief-intimate remark, the obstacle in your path, etc.
 
More stories approved and posted. More 5 stars.

Exploring the logic and method of dysfunctional relationships. If youre gonna sleep with momma what sort of wife is best? If your man is determined to be your son, who makes a good lover for you? What do you do when your daughter wants your sexuality back in its box, back in the closet? Or else!

I suspect that WHAT NOW! interests readers more than the color of your undies. I wrote elsewhere that good sex writing is like good 'peeping tom' or good eavesdropping thru the wall. I always knew what was up with my neighbor when I heard her headboard bumping the wall or saw her in her silk kimono at night.
 
PILOT reminds me of a man I knew 20 years ago. The mans brain had rotted away from Karsakovs Psychosis, that is, too many years of drinking had destroyed the man's short term memory. Such people are intelligent and interesting for 15 minutes or so, until it dawns on you they havent a clue what happened earlier.
 
Looks like college grads with big student loans are screwed. Most owe around 25K, and the payoff disqualifies them from other borrowing.

Its too bad cuz America needs every Gay Studies Grad it can get.
 
PILOT reminds me of a man I knew 20 years ago. The mans brain had rotted away from Karsakovs Psychosis, that is, too many years of drinking had destroyed the man's short term memory. Such people are intelligent and interesting for 15 minutes or so, until it dawns on you they havent a clue what happened earlier.

On the other hand, I don't have to create a personal blog on an erotica discussion board to try to remember whether it's Sunday or Tuesday. :D
 
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