What are you proudest of as an author of filth?

I'm most proud of some emails that I have received that make it very clear that I have affected some people on a deep emotional level. The second thing about my time here was it gave me the confidence and desire to move into self-publishing and have a nice sideline going. As for the rest. In real life, I write nonfiction. In that area, I'm an award winner. Pulitzer Prize winner Dave Maraniss came to my house to pick my brain for his latest book on the athlete Jim Thorpe. He told me that "I'm a hell of a writer." I keep that in mind when I post a story in Loving Wives and get called a "Faggot Cuck!"
 
I was a wedding DJ for over 20 years. Yes, that's why DJ is in my screen name.

There was absolutely no greater feeling than watching a room full of people dancing their asses off, forgetting their worries and stresses for a few hours and just enjoying themselves, and knowing I had something to do with that. That I gave them a memory they'll keep forever, even if they forget me.

It's the same feeling when someone tells me they enjoyed my story.

Whether it made them laugh, cry, think, or just get horny, I gave them something that, for a few minutes anyway, took away all their problems and allowed them to just enjoy themselves.

They may forget the story, forget me, and that's okay.

I'm still proud I gave them something positive.
 
I don't consider what I write to be filth. What I try to write is the classic definition of erotica, that being a solidly crafted story with sex where it fits in with the characters and the plot and described in a way that lets a reader fill in the missing details as he or she sees fit. I'm very proud that I seem to have a lot of readers who enjoy what I write.
 
I was a wedding DJ for over 20 years. Yes, that's why DJ is in my screen name.

There was absolutely no greater feeling than watching a room full of people dancing their asses off, forgetting their worries and stresses for a few hours and just enjoying themselves, and knowing I had something to do with that. That I gave them a memory they'll keep forever, even if they forget me.

It's the same feeling when someone tells me they enjoyed my story.

Whether it made them laugh, cry, think, or just get horny, I gave them something that, for a few minutes anyway, took away all their problems and allowed them to just enjoy themselves.

They may forget the story, forget me, and that's okay.

I'm still proud I gave them something positive.
I enjoy comments that thank me for a story they really enjoyed, even if it's not what they started out to read. Especially when they tell me that originally they were only looking for a stroke story, and once they got into and realized that it might not have a ton of sex, they still got something out of it, and it touched them enough to want to leave a comment.
 
I'm most proud of some emails that I have received that make it very clear that I have affected some people on a deep emotional level. The second thing about my time here was it gave me the confidence and desire to move into self-publishing and have a nice sideline going. As for the rest. In real life, I write nonfiction. In that area, I'm an award winner. Pulitzer Prize winner Dave Maraniss came to my house to pick my brain for his latest book on the athlete Jim Thorpe. He told me that "I'm a hell of a writer." I keep that in mind when I post a story in Loving Wives and get called a "Faggot Cuck!"
Aye. The long emails some people send when they’ve been really pulled in by what you’ve written are amazing. I’ve only had one but it put me on cloud nine and I’d have to go back and read it again thinking “wow! That’s the effect my story had on someone”. It’s also why I post in group rather than LW as they seem like a decent bunch of readers on there.
 
I enjoy comments that thank me for a story they really enjoyed, even if it's not what they started out to read. Especially when they tell me that originally they were only looking for a stroke story, and once they got into and realized that it might not have a ton of sex, they still got something out of it, and it touched them enough to want to leave a comment.
For me I love build-up in a story, where a good author is leading you on a sort of mystery were the outcome is unknown or just past the horizon but you know you’re gonna get a ton of thrills on the way.
 
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Something like that, yes.

My characters are not often likeable and often thinly drawn, because I am "writing filth" much of the time. But I get attached to them anyway.
I think with what we write we’re always gonna have characters that sit in a moral grey area. The only time that might not be true is if we write a topic under the ROMANCE banner.

If you’re writing in group, I/T, non consent, mind control or Alan (stoopid autocorrect) then we’re going to have characters whose behaviour is questionable, but I say ‘flaws are were the fun is’.
 
I like that people like my stories. I’m very lucky. I’ve reached a level few authors do. I admit, I am both very surprised and I’m proud that my writing has been enjoyed by so many people. over 15 million people have read my stories. Over 55 thousand have favorited them.

I admit. It’s good for the ego. I never expected this when I started writing. I was shocked when someone pointed out I made the top 25 I didn't even know that rating existed.
 
I haven’t written any, however I wanted to just say that everyone that has written on this site should be proud of the courage it takes to just reveal so much about you in a story. Whether it is a true experience or fantasy, most of the stories put your thoughts, desires and deepest darkest sexual secrets on display for anyone to read. I think that takes courage and you should all be so proud of any works you have posted! I am definitely appreciative as an avid reader!
 
I was a wedding DJ for over 20 years. Yes, that's why DJ is in my screen name.

There was absolutely no greater feeling than watching a room full of people dancing their asses off, forgetting their worries and stresses for a few hours and just enjoying themselves, and knowing I had something to do with that. That I gave them a memory they'll keep forever, even if they forget me.

It's the same feeling when someone tells me they enjoyed my story.

Whether it made them laugh, cry, think, or just get horny, I gave them something that, for a few minutes anyway, took away all their problems and allowed them to just enjoy themselves.

They may forget the story, forget me, and that's okay.

I'm still proud I gave them something positive.
I recently read your stories, amazing!
 
My stories here... Gave me courage. The feedback gave me the courage to learn, to write more, to pursue a dream of being a writer, to venture and try and succeed.
The stories I have here on Lit are 20 years old, but every few years I'll still receive and email from someone who's found them, who's read every words, who's thanks me for helping them escape or understand a part of them. When I started publishing erotic romance, I would receive the same type emails. It felt good to provide others an escape, a place to lose themselves for a while, because that's what writing gives to me.
I was told I should be ashamed of what I write, that I couldn't be this over here if I write that over there and I had to choose... And I chose writing.
I don't know what I would do without it.
Okay, that's not true. I do know. I've lived it.
So, I am most proud to write smug, to write filth, to write romance, to simply write.
Between writers and readers... The words we all pen, the words we all consume, are a necessary part of our lives.
 
I was a wedding DJ for over 20 years. Yes, that's why DJ is in my screen name.

There was absolutely no greater feeling than watching a room full of people dancing their asses off, forgetting their worries and stresses for a few hours and just enjoying themselves, and knowing I had something to do with that. That I gave them a memory they'll keep forever, even if they forget me.
If you were the guy who did an acoustic Chilis set blasting out Dani California that time at that wedding, you still come up in conversation. And that was *years* ago.
 
I'm proud I just did it. Starting in my 50s, never having written a word of fiction my entire adult life, despite thinking about doing so. And finding I enjoyed doing it and that some others seemed to like it too.
Someone called it the fuck-it fifties... the point where you're just past the point of worrying what they'd think? Yeah, all that too.
 
What am I proud of?
1. Giving hope to veteran [Lit] readers that help is out there and providing a sounding board for veterans with PTSD
2. Exposing the lies and the coverup of the epidemic of veteran suicide
3. Writing stories that are warm and remind readers that love is still an ingredient in awesome sex
 
I like that people like my stories. I’m very lucky. I’ve reached a level few authors do. I admit, I am both very surprised and I’m proud that my writing has been enjoyed by so many people. over 15 million people have read my stories. Over 55 thousand have favorited them.

I admit. It’s good for the ego. I never expected this when I started writing. I was shocked when someone pointed out I made the top 25 I didn't even know that rating existed.
Wow! That’s a MASSIVE amount of people you’ve reached. Well done! Amazing stats.

(Checks favourited numbers…38. Checks read numbers…36,570. Goes to lie down and cry in a quiet room. 🥶🥶🥶)
 
A combination of readers telling me their real life stories, experiences, problems, compliments, as well as laughing at all the baby carrot sporting, phony keyboard warriors lose their minds. :LOL::LOL::LOL:

I DID meet one of them Face to Face, and it did not end well for him.

That's why Laurel had to help me change my name. (y)(y)(y)
That's one advantage of getting older; almost everyone I know has passed or I haven't seen them in years. Thus I no longer care what they think. It's all temporary in the long run anyway. :)

I doubt I'd ask any writer here to write about any incident, problem, or whatever in my life. If I do want to mention something (there are a few on Lit, then I'll do it myself.
 
I don't consider what I write to be filth. What I try to write is the classic definition of erotica, that being a solidly crafted story with sex where it fits in with the characters and the plot and described in a way that lets a reader fill in the missing details as he or she sees fit. I'm very proud that I seem to have a lot of readers who enjoy what I write.
I don't think that "filth" and "erotica" are necessarily mutually exclusive: such terms can serve to create a polemic of opposition where one is not necessary. Those who like their smut relatively gentle will call their own preferred style “erotica”, but dirtier styles “pornographic” or "filthy"; similarly, those who like their erotica down and dirty will, with a sneer and a drawl, dismiss “eroticah” as anaemic and boring. However, I suggest that there is no difference of genre between “filth” and “erotica”, merely a difference of style. Both in film and in print (and even performed live), “erotica” and “filth” form a continuum. Both are about people fucking; end of.

To which end, I like writing stories which are both "filthy" and "erotic". As writer CuriousAnnie says of my stories: "No one mixes low brow and high brow as well as you do." That's a nice compliment. I'm proud of that. Thank you, Annie.
 
I don't think that "filth" and "erotica" are necessarily mutually exclusive: such terms can serve to create a polemic of opposition where one is not necessary. Those who like their smut relatively gentle will call their own preferred style “erotica”, but dirtier styles “pornographic” or "filthy"; similarly, those who like their erotica down and dirty will, with a sneer and a drawl, dismiss “eroticah” as anaemic and boring. However, I suggest that there is no difference of genre between “filth” and “erotica”, merely a difference of style. Both in film and in print (and even performed live), “erotica” and “filth” form a continuum. Both are about people fucking; end of.

To which end, I like writing stories which are both "filthy" and "erotic". As writer CuriousAnnie says of my stories: "No one mixes low brow and high brow as well as you do." That's a nice compliment. I'm proud of that. Thank you, Annie.
It is a nice compliment and well done for you for getting that.

Personally I remember watching the Carry-On films when I was younger which were laced with Innuendo (the Italian suppository) and such language as filthy, dirty, smutty, etc and so I think it’s a word we don’t use often, and I use it in that same silly humorous way.

As for what I like to write its not the one-page wonder stories were people are boning from the off for no-reason (except for the Prelude to HAF. However there was a reason for that) and love a well plotted and paced story were the sex is like a culminated reward for the readers indulgence and patience.

Love good character work and imaginative angles as to what is essentially insert, thrust, repeat.
 
That's one advantage of getting older; almost everyone I know has passed or I haven't seen them in years. Thus I no longer care what they think. It's all temporary in the long run anyway. :)

I doubt I'd ask any writer here to write about any incident, problem, or whatever in my life. If I do want to mention something (there are a few on Lit, then I'll do it myself.
Outside of work, my teams' season, and activities my daughters are involved in, I'm basically a hermit. :LOL::LOL::LOL:
This guy that I didn't remember from HS, recognized me and started giving me a problem.
Of course, he had forgotten that I've been boxing and in martial arts since I was 8, so it ended really quickly. :LOL::LOL::LOL:
I nor Laurel wanted something like this to happen again, so I changed my name to Seadog777.

None of the people who have emailed me has asked me to write a story about their particular problem or situation.
It's mostly venting or asking for advice.
I get quite a few people that like to guess, what part of my stories are true. That's always fun.
 
Outside of work, my teams' season, and activities my daughters are involved in, I'm basically a hermit. :LOL::LOL::LOL:
This guy that I didn't remember from HS, recognized me and started giving me a problem.
Of course, he had forgotten that I've been boxing and in martial arts since I was 8, so it ended really quickly. :LOL::LOL::LOL:
I nor Laurel wanted something like this to happen again, so I changed my name to Seadog777.

None of the people who have emailed me has asked me to write a story about their particular problem or situation.
It's mostly venting or asking for advice.
I get quite a few people that like to guess, what part of my stories are true. That's always fun.
So you didn't even specifically write about him. That is weird. High school for me was so long ago that it's entirely moot now.

One strange Facebook story. I got a message from a woman who asked, "Are you the same person who lived at such-and-such address?" But I hadn't seen her since 1967 when I was about twelve and she was about thirteen. Somehow I wasn't interested in getting into reviewing all of that time or anything at all. :unsure:

Oh, her dad had been a friend of my dad in the 1940's and '50s.
 
So you didn't even specifically write about him. That is weird. High school for me was so long ago that it's entirely moot now
No, I didn't even recognize who he was. We ran in completely different social circles. I'm grateful that too. :LOL::LOL::LOL:

One strange Facebook story. I got a message from a woman who asked, "Are you the same person who lived at such-and-such address?" But I hadn't seen her since 1967 when I was about twelve and she was about thirteen. Somehow I wasn't interested in getting into reviewing all of that time or anything at all. :unsure:
I hope it wasn't because of bad memories.
Oh, her dad had been a friend of my dad in the 1940's and '50s.
I bet you got a hellava lot of stories.
I love talkin to older folks.
 
No, I didn't even recognize who he was. We ran in completely different social circles. I'm grateful that too. :LOL::LOL::LOL:


I hope it wasn't because of bad memories.

I bet you got a hellava lot of stories.
I love talkin to older folks.
My high school had 4,000 students with about 800 in the senior class. It was easy to get lost in place like that. Some New York schools had 6,000 which was unwieldy and they were broken into smaller units in the same building. Not sure that helped much. :unsure:

No, no bad memories. She had just became irrelevant after that much time.

Some of my memoirs are in the Reviews and Essays section. I should be slowly adding to those as time goes by. One I like is college-oriented.

https://classic.literotica.com/s/the-past-is-a-foreign-country
 
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