Silly Question

Well, pmann is always wondering why I won't show him my girly pieces. ;):D:D

I believe she has a gibbly bit turkey neck stuffed down those pretty lace knickers she wears. I told her I wouldn't care either way, her face is pretty enough to make up for it.
 
1 - Where do you draw the line between a plausible storyline and complete and total fantasy?
2 - Does the crossing of this line ruin the integrity of the story for you?
3 - Can you still enjoy a story that has pushed beyond your "bullshit" factor?

These questions are not to say that a story has to be a factual account, few are, it's just to try to find where other readers "bullshit" meter kicks in and they just can't continue reading the drivel on the page.

1. If it's a fantasy/sci fi genre, I'm willing to suspend quite a bit of belief to begin with. Remember the conversation we had about the fighting mountains in Hobbit 1?

2. If the story is based more in reality, I expect more authenticity. When all the hoopla was going on about 50 Shades, I picked up the first one to see what all the hubub was about. OMG - the dreck. Not because of the story line: I mean, while a bit out there, it's still plausible a college age miss catches the fancy of a wealthy young bachelor. What I couldn't reconcile was the fact that a supposedly modern, independent, well educated, intelligent woman could utter the words cock and dick, and yet still only have the temerity to refer to her twat as "down there." WTF?

3. I struggled through the remainder of the book because I don't like to leave things unfinished, but I did not particularly enjoy it, except to verbally shred it to those who wanted to extol it's virtues to me. *shrug*
 
1. If it's a fantasy/sci fi genre, I'm willing to suspend quite a bit of belief to begin with. Remember the conversation we had about the fighting mountains in Hobbit 1?

2. If the story is based more in reality, I expect more authenticity. When all the hoopla was going on about 50 Shades, I picked up the first one to see what all the hubub was about. OMG - the dreck. Not because of the story line: I mean, while a bit out there, it's still plausible a college age miss catches the fancy of a wealthy young bachelor. What I couldn't reconcile was the fact that a supposedly modern, independent, well educated, intelligent woman could utter the words cock and dick, and yet still only have the temerity to refer to her twat as "down there." WTF?

3. I struggled through the remainder of the book because I don't like to leave things unfinished, but I did not particularly enjoy it, except to verbally shred it to those who wanted to extol it's virtues to me. *shrug*

I do have a friend who is in her mid 50s, who is a well-educated professional woman who says dick with no problem but will NOT even refer to her snatch at all. It's like she's a barbie and she doesn't have one. (She does--I saw it when we vacationed together.) We've made a game of just trying to get her to say vagina. Couldn't do it. How much repression went on in that household, one must wonder, regarding the girly bits.

But 50 shades? Horrendous. The writing itself gave me gastrointestinal distress.
 
1. If it's a fantasy/sci fi genre, I'm willing to suspend quite a bit of belief to begin with. Remember the conversation we had about the fighting mountains in Hobbit 1?

2. If the story is based more in reality, I expect more authenticity. When all the hoopla was going on about 50 Shades, I picked up the first one to see what all the hubub was about. OMG - the dreck. Not because of the story line: I mean, while a bit out there, it's still plausible a college age miss catches the fancy of a wealthy young bachelor. What I couldn't reconcile was the fact that a supposedly modern, independent, well educated, intelligent woman could utter the words cock and dick, and yet still only have the temerity to refer to her twat as "down there." WTF?

3. I struggled through the remainder of the book because I don't like to leave things unfinished, but I did not particularly enjoy it, except to verbally shred it to those who wanted to extol it's virtues to me. *shrug*

Oh, sure, for a sci-fi romp, suspension of reality is a requisite, this story, however, was not sci-fi in the least. As for 50 Shades, I couldn't get past the school girl giggling way it was written. Got into this conversation over the weekend with a woman that loved the series. I told her that I can assure her that no man, in the history of me, thinks that a giggling school girl is sexy. Granted, the book is targeted at women, but come on, this is truly the best she could come up with?

You had more fortitude than I. I only made it in a couple chapters. I may try to gag down some more, but it is NOT on my summer reading list or a priority! :D



How much repression went on in that household, one must wonder, regarding the girly bits.

But 50 shades? Horrendous. The writing itself gave me gastrointestinal distress.

No kidding! You have to feel sorry for people who endured such a cloistered upbringing and choose to perpetuate it and invariably force it upon their offspring. Of course, they would think that we are the weirdos! LOL :D
 
I do have a friend who is in her mid 50s, who is a well-educated professional woman who says dick with no problem but will NOT even refer to her snatch at all. It's like she's a barbie and she doesn't have one. (She does--I saw it when we vacationed together.) We've made a game of just trying to get her to say vagina. Couldn't do it. How much repression went on in that household, one must wonder, regarding the girly bits.

See, that just boggles my mind. One would think that if she couldn't even refer to her own genitalia, how could she to that of a man? I'd think the repression in general would make it even more difficult and embarrassing. SMH
 
Paula Deen porn!



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Carry on.

*hands ice pick to masticator de la nipplage*
 
1. If it's a fantasy/sci fi genre, I'm willing to suspend quite a bit of belief to begin with. Remember the conversation we had about the fighting mountains in Hobbit 1?

Once again, this totally makes me laugh.
 
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1 - Where do you draw the line between a plausible storyline and complete and total fantasy?
2 - Does the crossing of this line ruin the integrity of the story for you?
3 - Can you still enjoy a story that has pushed beyond your "bullshit" factor?

These questions are not to say that a story has to be a factual account, few are, it's just to try to find where other readers "bullshit" meter kicks in and they just can't continue reading the drivel on the page.

As a writer, I can tell you that I ask myself these questions constantly. I would also like to point out that I've been grinched at for too much realism. Scout's honor. Hey, I'd just turned the church into a pulpit promulgating incest and had a nubile experienced eighteen year old :)rolleyes:) girl seduce her older virgin brother. How was I supposed to know they were gonna lap that up and then bitch when he only lasted three pumps?

(Well, ok. I sort of knew and did it chortling up my sleeve the whole time.)

As a reader, though, I look at it like this. I opened this story that I intend to read with a willing suspension of disbelief up to a point.

Question One; I have no qualms with pure fantasy. Blame Clifford, the red dog bigger than a house, who could also talk, from my childhood for that one. BUT~ it better be clear it's a fantasy from the go word AND should hang together with this alternate reality.

Question Two; It's not so much crossing a hard line drawn in the sand by me so much as a writer crossing the line they drew that will make me throw the "bullshit flag".

So, here's this guy who is a virgin and who can't even talk to a girl. His sister's hot friend likes him. All right. I've seen enough weird shit in my time that it's possible that the socially-retarded anti-hero could somehow capture the attention of the super hot cheerleader best friend of his sister. Not plausible, no. But, maybe if the stars are in alignment and he switched to that new cologne with monkey pheromones in it...

All right, so he went down on her and managed to have her squealing and writhing in ecstasy as his tongue lashed about that nubbin that he found between her sweet nether lips. Doubtful, but what the hell. Beginner's luck. All right. I'll give you that one.

Then, two pages later, she brings along her second best friend for a threesome. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold everything. So, Casanuevo over there is a virgin, gets the attention of dream girl, and then she brings over a friend... for him to show her how good sex can be?!

<Insert window slamming shut sound effect here>

There's fantasy and then there's forgetting what you (the writer) set up just two screens ago.

Question Three; Again, it goes back to what the writer set up. If I knew my bullshit meter was going to be pegged going in, then I set my expectations differently. If I'm two Lit screens in (about 20 pages in a book) and then suddenly a unicorn comes tromping across the rainbow bridge through the bedroom window, nope, I'm done.

Oh, and Nipples? Stay away from my stories unless you're looking for examples of what not to do with yours. Just sayin'. :D
 
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Question One; I have no qualms with pure fantasy. Blame Clifford, the red dog bigger than a house, who could also talk, from my childhood for that one. BUT~ it better be clear it's a fantasy from the go word AND should hang together with this alternate reality.

Clifford the Big Red Dog was real and no one will tell me otherwise! *putting fingers in ears* Lalalalalalalalalala
 
Question Two; It's not so much crossing a hard line drawn in the sand by me so much as a writer crossing the line they drew that will make me throw the "bullshit flag".

That's the thing, in this instance, I was reading along, minding my own business, and BAM! And it wasn't just me, another Litizen was reading along with me and was hit at the same points with the same things that I was. Maybe it's because I started in the middle of the story line and not the very beginning? Doubtful, but ok, maybe.


Oh, and Nipples? Stay away from my stories unless you're looking for examples of what not to do with yours. Just sayin'. :D

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Clifford the Big Red Dog was real and no one will tell me otherwise! *putting fingers in ears* Lalalalalalalalalala

Minxy, of course Clifford the Big Red Dog was real. Though the stories never did address what the deal was with Clifford's Big Brown Coilers, which must have been as big as family vans and steamed for two days. The family must've owned a front-end loader with pooper-scooper bucket to clean up after ol' Clifford.


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There's no way I'm reading badly written 7 parters. You're a better man than I.

And just for the record, while I don't deny that the writing was bad, particularly as Acktion, I never wrote a seven-parter in any of my three iterations.


That is I never wrote a seven-parter... :devil:
 
Go to google. Search Literotica app. Download LIT for androit from literotica.com. You will not find it in the play store
 
And just for the record, while I don't deny that the writing was bad, particularly as Acktion, I never wrote a seven-parter in any of my three iterations.


That is I never wrote a seven-parter... :devil:
Puckit, mate, you've just gone into a time-warp, resurrecting a four year old thread... :).
 
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