Annie's corner

For the umpteenth time found the original of my userpic, so thought I'll save it here and not have to look for it anymore.
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I love your userpic! It is just a simple drawing but it is so erotic. It is like opening up the middle of a book. You don't know how they got there, what is being said, and where they are going...but it is fun to imagine.

ES
 
I love your userpic! It is just a simple drawing but it is so erotic. It is like opening up the middle of a book. You don't know how they got there, what is being said, and where they are going...but it is fun to imagine.

ES

I might not know how exactly they got there, but I think I have pretty good idea about where they are going :devil:
 
Hahaha! That is great. And I bet my idea and your idea of where they are going are probably different.

ES

Maybe. Or maybe not so different...
I have a story coming up with more or less this set-up, so you will see my version soon enough.
 
Do you want this?

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My new story just got published! At least first part of it, but it is all written and edited, so there should not be much delay with the second half.

As many of my stories it started from a picture, later I found out it was part of an animated gif (and probably some movie, but I did not get this far.)

I was talking to a Lit friend and he was struggling with how to present his bedroom desires to his wife. He wanted to write her a story and asked for a sample of how it might look when told from a male sub perspective. Nothing immediately came to my mind, so I thought it would be easier to write one, rather than to dig through Lit for it.

That picture came to mind and that dictated the set-up of the story. What was originally supposed to be just a few quick few paragraphs draft took a life of it's own and ended up as a full length story: "Do you want this?"

Technical note: if you are using beta version of the Lit's main site, there will be a huge gap between the end of the story and the voting stars. But the voting is there, so please, just scroll down to it :kiss:
 
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My new story just got published! At least first part of it, but it is all written and edited, so there should not be much delay with the second half.

As many of my stories it started from a picture, later I found out it was part of an animated gif (and probably some movie, but I did not get this far.)

I was talking to a Lit friend and he was struggling with how to present his bedroom desires to his wife. He wanted to write her a story and asked for a sample of how it might look when told from a male sub perspective. Nothing immediately came to my mind, so I thought it would be easier to write one, rather than to dig through Lit for it.

That picture came to mind and that dictated the set-up of the story. What was originally supposed to be just a few quick few paragraphs draft took a life of it's own and ended up as a full length story: "Do you want this?"

Technical note: if you are using beta version of the Lit's main site, there will be a huge gap between the end of the story and the voting stars. But the voting is there, so please, just scroll down to it :kiss:

Very nice story! I loved it.

ES
 
Here's the video:



Unfortunately, it does not do your story justice - as with most movies made from novels....

No nipple play at all. Literally, she skips right over it.

Your story was excellent by the way.
I have to say, was very excited about getting to page 2! Oh yeah, here we go....
One sentence?!?!?! ARGGGGGHH!!!
Did you do that on purpose? That was a major tease! Unfair, really unfair. :).
Can't wait for part 2.

Sincerely,
D.
 
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Here's the video:



Unfortunately, it does not do your story justice - as with most movies made from novels....

No nipple play at all. Literally, she skips right over it.

Your story was excellent by the way.
I have to say, was very excited about getting to page 2! Oh yeah, here we go....
One sentence?!?!?! ARGGGGGHH!!!
Did you do that on purpose? That was a major tease! Unfair, really unfair. :).
Can't wait for part 2.

Sincerely,
D.
Sorry about the second page, it was not intentional. Lit does not really advertise how big it's pages are, it is based both on word count and the number of lines, so both are given as ranges. The way they cut off just one sentence was really unfortunate, but nothing I can do about it.

As for the movie... Good thing I have not seen the full version! I like the little b&w much better. The tiny visual that I had in mind I can work with, the fuller thing... meh, not my style.

I will send in the second part tomorrow, so it should be up in a few days.
 
Sorry about the second page, it was not intentional. Lit does not really advertise how big it's pages are, it is based both on word count and the number of lines, so both are given as ranges. The way they cut off just one sentence was really unfortunate, but nothing I can do about it.

As for the movie... Good thing I have not seen the full version! I like the little b&w much better. The tiny visual that I had in mind I can work with, the fuller thing... meh, not my style.

I will send in the second part tomorrow, so it should be up in a few days.

Excellent! I look forward to it.

As far as the movie, it's your typical porn movie. I much prefer amateurs.

Sincerely,
D.
 
Can’t wait to experience this. My wife has been becoming more aggressive and has been sucking and biting my nipples as of late. Mmmm what a turn on. She has mentioned putting nipple clamps on me in a couple of her writings, I am patiently waiting her move.


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Talked yesterday here on Lit about nipple worshiping, which I love to do, more giving than receiving, as I need it much harder on myself, but all that talk inspired me to finally put nipple clamps on my husband. They are the silly little ones, from 50 shades. Don't laugh, it was his present to me, he did not know any better.
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So, they were sitting in the draw with no use for a few years now, but last night...

Put them under the pillow for easy accessp. Then just regular kissing and fooling around. Then got one out and tried to put it on without looking, so that he could not see either. That did not work - male nipples are not exactly the same size, even erect. Got a "What are you doing?" at first, then "Hm... I remember those...Mmmm", and after the first one was on there were just no words left, only the most delicious sounds I ever heard from
 
Can’t wait to experience this. My wife has been becoming more aggressive and has been sucking and biting my nipples as of late. Mmmm what a turn on. She has mentioned putting nipple clamps on me in a couple of her writings, I am patiently waiting her move.

Waiting is good! Makes the experience that much better :devil:
 
Long distance relationships are hard, sometimes they feel like too much effort for too little return. (I know, I know, I am preaching to the quire. This is Lit, who does not know it around here?). But sometimes, when the stars are right, schedules align, internet is working, and everytbing else just falls in place ... magic happens. I can see Him, hear Him, almost feel His lips on me... It's the best feeling ever.

Thank you, Daddy, for the great time! 💜
 
Wrote something in a different thread and then realized that it would be completely out of place there, so moved the last part to this thread.

Some are married and would never step outside of their marriage for real. They love to dream about it and to bitch about not getting any at home, but are not ready to do anything to change the situation.

For others... They are scared to get hurt. They tried before, got stood up, or realized that they were wanted only for thier money, and so now they move so slow, that you (well, we) don't see that as a movement at all.


Very well said Annie, the 2nd part hit me to a tee. That has happened more times than I care to remember, so yes, for myself, even though I'd like to, I'm very leary of talking to younger women.
Give me a mature lady that knows what she wants & not afraid to ask for it.

There is an inherited problem in this: some of us, mature ladies that is, are not afraid to ask at all, but... Given a choice I prefer not to. Because... How do I put it... I need to feel wanted, to be taken, to be used. And if I ask for what I want, at least in my mind, it means that I am the one taking the lead and making it happen. Can I lead? Yes. And enjoy it in the process too. But that's a cimpletely different game.

I know it is silly, but the only way for me to submit is if he approaches me and tells me what HE wants, not the other way around. Sure, I can say no to some of his wants, we don't have to have exactly the same limits, but please, don't ask me what I want, because it is rather irrelevant. Things that I want are not the specific actions (touch here, slap there), but the loss of control on my part, the feeling of being used for His enjoyment. How does one ask for it? Either he can project enough dominance that I can submit to, or he can't. Probably "enough" is not the right word here, it is more like the right "brand" of dominance? Because those that I did not it feel it from, when it felt more like they will be be bending to my will, not the other way around, most likely were the right men for some other women.
 
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Cautionary tale - 1

It is going to be a long text, so I have to break it up in pieces, but hopefully, Lit mods will let it stay for a bit.
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Once upon a time there lived a woman. She was married, had kids, and her life was good, but something was missing. She searched high and low for that missing part and she stumbled upon a place with stories. Love stories, but they were nothing like the love stories she picked at airports to pass the time on long flights. These stories were filled with passion, but rather than the passion for love, these stories were filled with the passion for sex.

The woman got lost in them. She read, and read, and the more she read, the more she realized that THIS was the missing part. The burning desire to take and be taken. To give and to receive. The pain. The pleasure. All of it.

And to be finally be able to TALK about too. She envied couples in her stories where women were made to speak up, where ordered to articulate what and how they wanted. Because in her everyday life she had no voice. None. In her twenty something years of marriage she had never talked to her husband about sex. Never been asked about anything, never asked any questions herself either. Her sex life was not particularly boring, it was far from being a missionary day in and day out, but it was not particularly exciting either.
 
Cautionary tale, part 2

For a while she thought that maybe this was just in the stories, maybe nobody really lived like that.

She saw some familiar scenes too, recognized them from a few books with rougher sex that she had read over the years. And her reaction to this type of stories was always the same: she wished it would be her, but knew that this would never happen. Because her husband could not do them, yes, even without talking she did manage to ask for some of them. And getting them from anybody else was not an option: who would want a 45 year old obese woman? She was invisible for years and got used to it.

And then one day she stumbled upon real people talking about the same things she read in the stories. Turned out the site had a small section for talking!

She got an account. She had to.
And she started to talk. Small things: answer a question there ("how do you like to be spanked?" - "Often. As in 'more than twice in a lifetime'."), ask a question there.

Then came the private messages. Most of them was just the expected nonsense: "would you like to suck my 13" dick", "here is my Skype. Do you have a camera?", etc. But ...some of them were not.

She met one guy that clearly read through her answers and had more questions about some things she had experience with. She answered them. He opened up in some unexpected ways, but she recognized the pented up desire to be seen right away and went along. The man needed a sympathetic ear and she became that. In her answers she also took the liberty of writing out his fantasies in much more details that he ever could. He was blown away. She gave him a glimpse of a world he never knew existed. Oh, he read the same stories, so he knew the words, but he did not think there were any real life women that would do these things to him. She would. And she knew she actually could, because by that point she'd been doing them for years to her husband. The man got assessed with her and she loved the attention. He had never seen her, not even in a picture, but to him her words alone were enough to spark the language of adoration she was not used to at all.
 
Cautionary tale, part 3

She also was not used to his reaction to the stories she wrote for him. She was no writer, she just...let her imagination go and wrote out where it took her. He thought they were great. But then, these stories were written for him and about him, so she thought he had to be very biased.

Something happened. By accident she learned something about his life that she should have not known, and she hit the breaks hard. He was hurt, he did not understand why, but she had to do it.
That chapter was over, but somebody else came along. They talked, and laughed, and with him she was the one opening up, and he was the understanding one. She liked that dynamic much better. She liked him. Talking to him was easy! And it's never been easy talking about herself.

He also thought her a game: he would send her a picture and ask her what she thought was going on there. Or what she thought the woman in a picture was thinking about. She treated them as writing prompts. And he loved her little stories! She could not believe it: she, the one who was reading naughty stories for years, could actually write them too?!

After the thing with the first guy ended, she wrote her first long story. It was an emotional piece, she wrote it very fast and did no editing, did not even read through what she wrote. But it was done, so she showed it to the man she was talking to. His reaction was something she would never forget. "Annie," he said, "don't you ever tell me again that you are not a writer. You are. And a good one at that."
 
Cautionary tale, part 4

Then came the first phone call. Talking on the phone was hard for her, all the insecurities came rushing back. But she survived. They had a couple more calls and every time it was tiny bit easier.
And in her little stories she was writing for him "he and she and" slowly changed to "you and me." Did he notice? Maybe. But she sure did.

His language changed too, a "like" often was a "love" now. Both in the scenes they wrote for each other, "I would love to have you laying across my knees...", and in his praise to her writing.

They lived few states away from each other, both were married, had kids, so, they assumed that they will never be able to meet. But the fate decided to play a match maker and put them in the same city at the same time. They both were passing through, staying just for a few days, but those were the same days.

They met. It was a very short meeting: a hug, a cares, a kiss. 10 minutes at most and they both had to go back to their real lives.
That was enough. Enough for her to realize three things:
- she could really be wanted. Her, in her current state. Not only her words, not her mind, but he body too.
- she can do it. After all years of marriage she can allow another man touch her.
- she wants to be touched. Not just by words or voice, but by very real hands and lips. And teeth. And cock. Though they did not get that far.

And for him that was enough to realize that he had to stop. That there was no way for him to continue talking and dreaming with her and getting his hands on her. Not after he felt her body clinging to him, molding itself to his will. So, he chose his wife. He chose to cut the woman off and never talk to her again.

For her it was hard. But she was a big girl, so she cried a little, and made up a plan. She wanted more of that, more than 10 min together. And, she figured, if she wanted it in real life, she needed to start looking locally. And she did. She registered on a few sites and started looking. At first her new connections led to nowhere - she would have a date and either she did not like the guy in person, or he did not like her, but it was not working.
 
Cautionary tale, part 5

In the meantime she needed a new online friend, somebody she could talk to. And she found him. Or he found her. But they just clicked. She was so happy to have somebody to talk to about her dates and her frustrations and new hopes, that she closed her eyes on things she should not have let slide. But she did. And eventually had to pay for it.
The guy she was talking to was a liar. He did not lie to make himself better, no, he lied to make himself different. Why? She never figured that out. When he got tired of maintaining the illusion, he came clean. But he did it in such a way, that it hurt her even more. Because, you see, there was no apology.

She tried to break away from him and she almost succeeded: they still talked, but there was not much trust and hence no chance of any play. But she still needed a talking partner, she could not keep all of the turmoil inside, so, they continued to talk. And slowly she got to know the real R., without all the lies surrounding him. She liked him. A lot.

Her dating attempts paid off, she met a Dom that was really a dom and there was enough chemistry for her to at least try.
She LOVED every second of it! Few things did not work, but those that did blew her away, it was better than anything she could have imagined. Except...except there was no real connection. And after a while when she saw that he did not care about her at all, she had to end it.
For her, when she was with him, she really was with him. Real world was left behind his door. For him it was not anywhere close to this. He would take breaks for business calls or to answer an e-mail. When he left her restrained for half an hour to go on an zoom meeting, she knew that they were done.
 
Cautionary tale, part 6

She tried again, with somebody else. It still did not quite work. Then came covid and quarantine, so she had to stop.

She was still talking to R. getting deeper and deeper into depending on him to be there when she needed a shoulder to cry on. They started playing again and she loved every second of it. Pictures, videos, voice recordings, rare video chats... It was her life and found some peace in it.

Until one day when she came home and found her husband changing passwords to all the bank accounts in a rush.

"What happened?" she asked.

"We were hacked," he said, "somebody sent me an email demanding money in bitcoins."
OK, she did not really worry much about the bank accounts, but changed passwords on hers just as well. And the, late at night, in bed, he told her that that email had a list of every website with every username and password they have been to. From both his and her computer.

Her heart stopped. Every single site. That would be the site with the stories and boards. FetLife. The dating sites. Gmail with thee google drive with all the pictures and hangouts with all the chats. She was careful, she never accessed any of those from her computer without the incognito mode, but if the hackers had passwords in the readable format then they were able to find a hole in the browser. And there was no telling if the incognito mode helped or not. The only thing that kept her from going crazy that night was that her husband did not say a word about anything. So, either he did not recognize the sites names, or these sites were not on the list.

In the morning she asked to see the list. She was safe! The list was an old one, from at least 4 years ago! She felt relieved, but also she realized that she did not want to go through this again. And the only way to guarantee her safety was to stop. To completely erase her presence from places that can not be explained by something other than what it really was. From places that where she could not clean up her account and make it look like innocent enough.
 
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