Girl With The Siren Tattoo

What kind of people are viewing my thread? (Select all that apply)

  • Young pups under 30.

    Votes: 30 14.0%
  • Gen Xers 30-49.

    Votes: 122 57.0%
  • Older but still got it! 50+

    Votes: 45 21.0%
  • SO has no freaking clue I'm on here.

    Votes: 31 14.5%
  • SO is totally down with Lit.

    Votes: 8 3.7%
  • Single and ready to mingle!

    Votes: 25 11.7%
  • I like 'em young... (10+ years younger)

    Votes: 15 7.0%
  • Seeking older and wiser (10+ years older)

    Votes: 9 4.2%
  • I don't stray from my age range.

    Votes: 2 0.9%
  • Age is just a number.

    Votes: 61 28.5%

  • Total voters
    214
  • Poll closed .
Aww shucks :)


I might've mentioned that before :p


I do enjoy posting an occasional photo here since this is where all my posting started :) Plus I was curious who still checks on me here haha

lol Yep. I've been a big fan of your work for a long time:rose:
 
Goodbye Rant

Fan? Haha. I don't do this for fans. I just enjoy sharing photos and the occasional witty banter, which I don't see much of anymore. Unfortunately Lit seems to be just the same ol' people and super clique-y. I've found the people of FetLife to be friendlier and it's far less of a popularity contest there. Lit feels like being stuck in highschool, which wasn't a super awesome time for me lol. And if you're just here to creep my photos and never say anything, just lurk on tumblr or something.

If you couldn't already tell where this rant was going, this is probably my last post to Literotica. My friends know where to reach me and my "fans" know where to keep finding photos.

Please don't keep bumping this thread with responses (but I guarantee someone won't listen haha).
 
Fan? Haha. I don't do this for fans. I just enjoy sharing photos and the occasional witty banter, which I don't see much of anymore. Unfortunately Lit seems to be just the same ol' people and super clique-y. I've found the people of FetLife to be friendlier and it's far less of a popularity contest there. Lit feels like being stuck in highschool, which wasn't a super awesome time for me lol. And if you're just here to creep my photos and never say anything, just lurk on tumblr or something.

If you couldn't already tell where this rant was going, this is probably my last post to Literotica. My friends know where to reach me and my "fans" know where to keep finding photos.

Please don't keep bumping this thread with responses (but I guarantee someone won't listen haha).[/QUOTE

Believe me I am FULLY aware of why you do this. I was a fan of YOU. I could give two shits about the pics it was your witty banter, off beat sense of humor, and intelligence ( A VERY rare thing in this world ) that kept me coming back. I am deeply sorry if I offended you in any way.
 
Back for a limited time. Welcome to my dark side 🖤

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PART 1

I’ve dreamt again of Manderley, I would think sometimes upon waking alone in bed, sweat soaking through my clothes. I'd breathe deeply, reminding myself I'm not at that vacation house overlooking that dark lake.

Your vacation house. Your hideout when cursed with writer's block. Your sanctuary.

The house you told me not to call Sara Laughs. You never appreciated my dark humor. Your wife left you though - she didn't die. She deserved to. She deserved to be on her beloved boat as the black water swallowed it up.

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PART 2

Although she was dreadful, you should've finalized the divorce before fucking me. Maybe that's why you're haunted.

But we did fuck so many times before those papers were signed. Oh how we explored it all - every fetish and desire. You were the best and worst thing to ever happen to me.

“We never cease wanting what we want, whether it’s good for us or not.”

I read that somewhere. It embodies us.

You unlocked a monster inside of me. That monster won when I decided to visit you there - at that place where you wanted to be alone with your ghosts and write in peace. I didn't listen, didn't obey, but I had no fear of punishments. Part of me ached for them.

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PART 3

Perhaps I traveled there as a sweet surprise for my… whatever you were then, whatever you are too scared to be now. But perhaps we both know that's a lie. My desire for your strong, aged hands on my pale, slim frame was just too much.

I craved you, even that dark side of you, especially that dark, uninhibited side of you. Your Tyler Durden, your John Shooter.

I craved your fist in my hair, flat palm on my ass, the burn of rope, the whoosh-snap of a flogger. I was addicted to that intense, overwhelming pleasure that floods in and consumes pain.

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PART 4

So I went. Selfishly I went. Ignorantly I was surprised when you didn't appear happy to see me.

“I told you not to come.”

“I wanted…” but I didn't know what I wanted. Crickets and frogs filled the silence between us as evening arrived. Fireflies floated in the damp lake air. The horizon shone pink.

You claimed it was too late for me to drive home and stepped aside. You said you'll have to punish me.

Your usual mischievous, playful tone wasn't mingled with the sternness in your voice. You always took some delight in punishing me and I took some delight in being punished. I'd often tease and goad you into it. Fun. Freeing.

This wasn't that.

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PART 4

So I went. Selfishly I went. Ignorantly I was surprised when you didn't appear happy to see me.

“I told you not to come.”

“I wanted…” but I didn't know what I wanted. Crickets and frogs filled the silence between us as evening arrived. Fireflies floated in the damp lake air. The horizon shone pink.

You claimed it was too late for me to drive home and stepped aside. You said you'll have to punish me.

Your usual mischievous, playful tone wasn't mingled with the sternness in your voice. You always took some delight in punishing me and I took some delight in being punished. I'd often tease and goad you into it. Fun. Freeing.

This wasn't that.

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More please. Of the story.
 
PART 5

That evening you sounded gravely serious as if neither of us was going to find pleasure in what was about to happen. Or hindsight has dramatized the memory. Maybe you were just tired. Maybe there weren't even fireflies outside or a vibrant pink sunset. Maybe the crickets and frogs hadn't sung.

I do know though that that night was different. Maybe it was the house. The house that wasn't Sara Laughs, and not Manderley either, but sometimes I dream of burning it down.

Your vacation house. Your hideout when cursed with writer's block. Your sanctuary that I invaded. An uninvited ghost.

I considered apologizing when you removed multiple bundles of neatly-bound rope from a closet. It wasn't playful, pretty colors. It wasn't sleek, sexy black. It was brown. Brown rugged rope. Functional. Appropriate for a rural lakeside cabin.

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PART 5

That evening you sounded gravely serious as if neither of us was going to find pleasure in what was about to happen. Or hindsight has dramatized the memory. Maybe you were just tired. Maybe there weren't even fireflies outside or a vibrant pink sunset. Maybe the crickets and frogs hadn't sung.

I do know though that that night was different. Maybe it was the house. The house that wasn't Sara Laughs, and not Manderley either, but sometimes I dream of burning it down.

Your vacation house. Your hideout when cursed with writer's block. Your sanctuary that I invaded. An uninvited ghost.

I considered apologizing when you removed multiple bundles of neatly-bound rope from a closet. It wasn't playful, pretty colors. It wasn't sleek, sexy black. It was brown. Brown rugged rope. Functional. Appropriate for a rural lakeside cabin.

I like the short, rapid-fire style of the sentences in this part. Very nice.
 
Well worth the wait :devilish:
Glad to hear that.

I like your dark side.
Me too 🖤

More please. Of the story.
Actually the entire story is posted on Lit. I'll put a link in the thread though.

I like the short, rapid-fire style of the sentences in this part. Very nice.
Thanks. Short stories are tricky because I never feel like I have enough time for them to really build and get the anticipation up.

Seems legit.
Thanks. I'm pretty legit.

Thank you ❤
 
it is very nice to see writing mixing with pictures around here again if I can ever relax and smile I may be inspired enough to write something

thank you
 
Glad to hear that.


Me too 🖤


Actually the entire story is posted on Lit. I'll put a link in the thread though.


Thanks. Short stories are tricky because I never feel like I have enough time for them to really build and get the anticipation up.


Thanks. I'm pretty legit.


Thank you ❤
I would love to read the entire story.
 
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