Litiquette IV

[jezzilee]

I will not be answering today's question = I spread my e-legs for everyone

You lose. Thanks for playing!

 

[Lord Pmann]

You lose. Thanks for playing!

Papa C is curious if he loses too!?!

 

[SMNaughtywife]

Chained is just fine, no need for anyone to worry their pretty little head.

I'm not around enough to follow the rumor mill, who plays with who and so on.
And honestly, rarely does it cross my mind who is exclusive and who is crowned Queen/King at RP/cyber sex or what ever the hell it's called.
Maybe the men are more curious to know since the number of horny men is significantly higher to playful women. What lucky bastard snagged the diamond in the rough, clueless to everyone else. I could see wanting to know that snippet of knowledge.
But then do you really want to know, would it make you jelly wishing you had the same?

 

[ChainedUp]

My ass is still sore but I'm good. That may have been the best initiation ever

 

[Katie_80]

oh, I am a manwhore. But I also make people laugh, and I think women appreciate someone that makes them laugh. So, I get cyber-laid, an they get to laugh at me. Win/win

We laugh with you...there's a difference.

 

[Katie_80]

Since Papa C is tied up at SMNaughtyWife's house getting his ass smacked, I'll ask the question today.

Exclusivity is the day's topic. Here at Lit people have varying ideas of what should go on. Some people feel the primal instinct to spread their virtual seed to every willing recipient. Others are of the opinion that their e-Twats and e-Cocks are for a specific person. Others just play the field and if the chemistry is right, then they play.

What is your opinion on it? Are you saving yourself for the right e-dick? Or are you spreading your legs for whomever? Do you like to secretly judge the sluts or manwhores? Or do you think those who are here and exclusive are idiots?

Whatever your choice is, I know you're all just thinking of me.

I think I'm somewhere in between (and yes, I know there's a joke there). Definitely not exclusive here, but have some boundaries. The thing is, I'm honest about it. I don't like it when people pretend to be something they aren't (and yes, I understand the irony of that on an internet porn message board where no one uses their real names).

 

[ChainedUp]

Wonder's if fireworks were originally conceived at the height of an amazing orgasm?

 

[LWulf]

https://stusshed.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/tumbleweed3.gif

now all we need is a little mood music...

 

[Bitesback]

Wonder's if fireworks were originally conceived at the height of an amazing orgasm?

https://youtu.be/2398cAMjlrM

Some people say orgasms feel like fireworks, or they see them as they climax. Apparently that's not fanciful as the brain lights up during the powerful sensations of an orgasm. Women’s Health reports that women inside of an MRI machine who masturbated displayed their own fireworks in their brains as they climaxed.

At least with this one we know which came first.

 

[numeniusa]

While it's relatively quiet, I thought I'd report on the results of the 'French' experiments:

The smell test: The French smell lovely. They exude a base note of contentment and confidence in their way of life, with a top note of some gorgeous perfume or cologne, and a lingering finish of warm enjoyment of their fellow humans. I was not in Provence, so I couldn't specifically find one who'd been rolling in lavender, but I'm going to assert that this is unlikely anyway - have you seen how many bees there are in just one lavender bush?

The politeness test: I completely failed to execute this experiment. All the French I met and interacted with were warm, friendly and polite, so I was unable to get in early to perform any acts of kindness to test this hypothesis. They were particularly polite about my dreadful attempts to mangle their language, and in any case, who doesn't want to hear a Frenchman speaking English? *melts*.

I'm wondering if Lord Pmann's own research in this area has been conducted exclusively in Paris? I have spent time there too, but I have always found it very different to the rest of France. Specifically, it's too big, too expensive, and the people are very rude. And worst of all, it smells of wee. Everywhere.

 

[Lord Pmann]

While it's relatively quiet, I thought I'd report on the results of the 'French' experiments:

The smell test: The French smell lovely. They exude a base note of contentment and confidence in their way of life, with a top note of some gorgeous perfume or cologne, and a lingering finish of warm enjoyment of their fellow humans. I was not in Provence, so I couldn't specifically find one who'd been rolling in lavender, but I'm going to assert that this is unlikely anyway - have you seen how many bees there are in just one lavender bush?

The politeness test: I completely failed to execute this experiment. All the French I met and interacted with were warm, friendly and polite, so I was unable to get in early to perform any acts of kindness to test this hypothesis. They were particularly polite about my dreadful attempts to mangle their language, and in any case, who doesn't want to hear a Frenchman speaking English? *melts*.

I'm wondering if Lord Pmann's own research in this area has been conducted exclusively in Paris? I have spent time there too, but I have always found it very different to the rest of France. Specifically, it's too big, too expensive, and the people are very rude. And worst of all, it smells of wee. Everywhere.

Yes. Paris. I thought I had given specific location of where the evil bastards live. Perhaps the variety of French outside the city do not smell like a dirty gym sock. I do not know. According to your research, it is possible you are correct. But the Parisians are a stinky variety of evil.

I still question your results. I wonder if maybe you have some French blood in you... *squints*

 

[numeniusa]

Yes. Paris. I thought I had given specific location of where the evil bastards live. Perhaps the variety of French outside the city do not smell like a dirty gym sock. I do not know. According to your research, it is possible you are correct. But the Parisians are a stinky variety of evil.

I still question your results. I wonder if maybe you have some French blood in you... *squints*

Well as a frequent visitor to France for many years, I will admit that the results were entirely as I expected. But as a good scientist I set aside my prejudices in order to test your hypotheses rigorously

In all seriousness, I always think an overnight in Paris sounds like a wonderful idea beforehand. And there is one hotel and one restaurant I have come to love. But it always disappoints, somehow. Especially the wee thing - honestly, ugh...

And, no, I have never had any French in me...

 

[Lord Pmann]

Well as a frequent visitor to France for many years, I will admit that the results were entirely as I expected. But as a good scientist I set aside my prejudices in order to test your hypotheses rigorously

In all seriousness, I always think an overnight in Paris sounds like a wonderful idea beforehand. And there is one hotel and one restaurant I have come to love. But it always disappoints, somehow. Especially the wee thing - honestly, ugh...

And, no, I have never had any French in me...

Paris does smell like urine. It's gross. Disgusting. And then all the French people on top of it? No thanks.

 

[LallyH]

Paris does smell like urine. It's gross. Disgusting. And then all the French people on top of it? No thanks.

Berlin smells worse, or it did last time I visited.

 

[Lord Pmann]

Berlin smells worse, or it did last time I visited.

I've not been there before. But I will take your word.

 

[Trekka]

i kinda don't mind the smelly big cities. it's gritty. it's urban. and then the smell of hot fresh pretzels or just-baked bread wafts by and it's intoxicating. Brussels smells like pee on one street, beer the next, chocolate on the next street... it's a full sensory experience. Cmon, Pmann. Cowboy up.

 

[Suz_anne]

I love New Orleans, but I once visited in the middle of the summer and oh man, that's an aroma that I will never forget. It smelled like vomit, pee and mold. Oy vey.

 

[Bitesback]

I thought Florence smelt like a urinal but it's nothing compared to the piss and vomit outside the library in Brussels on a Saturday morning after the Friday night drinks in the Financial district. There are obvious stains originating about two feet up all along the length of the wall. You can smell it long before you see it.

i kinda don't mind the smelly big cities. it's gritty. it's urban. and then the smell of hot fresh pretzels or just-baked bread wafts by and it's intoxicating. Brussels smells like pee on one street, beer the next, chocolate on the next street... it's a full sensory experience. Cmon, Pmann. Cowboy up.

True, there are much better smelling streets in Brussels.

 

[LWulf]

I love New Orleans, but I once visited in the middle of the summer and oh man, that's an aroma that I will never forget. It smelled like vomit, pee and mold. Oy vey.

That was probably... the French Quarter.

I've been to all the above and perhaps it shows the levels of a young jaded mind, but they all smelled exactly how they should, so I didn't pay attention to such. When you go out to the rural country; the locals don't notice the smell of cattle that wafts for miles. The same can be said of a seaside town that does regular commercial fishing; the locals don't notice the briny smell of day old dead fish.

 

[AKentuckyLady]

That was probably... the French Quarter.

Yes, in particular Bourbon Street. During the heat of the day, the entire street smells like vomit and shit; it's truly horrible. Add in "trash day" where all the trash cans are waiting on the street and it's enough to make your eyes water.

Once the evening breeze from the lake blows in, it's easier to handle. During my vacation a week ago, we went on Bourbon Street once in the daytime - and thereafter stayed away until evening. Truly nauseating.

 

[Spenser41]

Hi folks...

 

[Trekka]

That was probably... the French Quarter.

I've been to all the above and perhaps it shows the levels of a young jaded mind, but they all smelled exactly how they should, so I didn't pay attention to such. When you go out to the rural country; the locals don't notice the smell of cattle that wafts for miles. The same can be said of a seaside town that does regular commercial fishing; the locals don't notice the briny smell of day old dead fish.

^this^

 

[numeniusa]

Actually, as a countryside dweller, I have to say I do notice the smell of cattle, because it only pervades when the farmers do their 'muck-spreading' to nourish the land. The rest of the time the cows are more noisy than smelly Although not as noisy as the lambs. Aw.

Weirdly, though, if I've been holed up in my bucolic village in my milkmaid's outfit () for a few days and then I go into my nearest city I really notice the petrol/diesel fumes in the air. So maybe LWulf is right, and my area smells of cows and I just don't know it

 

[TheSilverLining]

I live between cities. Not exactly a country-dweller, but with close enough proximity to the local farms for it to get fragrant when Mr.Farmer decides to do some crop spraying.
Ironically, I work in a city-centre where there are more cows than at the local farm. They don't smell, but they're occasionally noisy. The fragrance there is mainly down to the students....

 

[Lord Pmann]

i kinda don't mind the smelly big cities. it's gritty. it's urban. and then the smell of hot fresh pretzels or just-baked bread wafts by and it's intoxicating. Brussels smells like pee on one street, beer the next, chocolate on the next street... it's a full sensory experience. Cmon, Pmann. Cowboy up.

Uh, no thanks. I'll prefer my cities not to smell like a toilet of sorts. I don't mind the full sensory experience. I just don't want my senses filled with smelly ass streets.

And I don't mind somewhere smelling like a farm. That's okay. The countryside isn't so bad. It's when a city smells like filthy people. Yuck.