should I try another Loving Wives story?

Wait, you forgot Reviews & Essays (intelligent, nuanced political analysis.)

Had I used any proper names it would have Fan Fiction, but Lit won't accept Fan Fiction with Non Con or Incest (even when the original work contains the same), as to including politics, I didn't want to turn anyone's stomach. ;)
 
Had I used any proper names it would have Fan Fiction, but Lit won't accept Fan Fiction with Non Con or Incest (even when the original work contains the same), as to including politics, I didn't want to turn anyone's stomach. ;)

Fan Friction is always better- that rubbing together of thighs to generate heat, perhaps a spark, as if some over 18 boy scouts decided to eat some adult Girl Scout's cookies.
 
Fan Friction is always better- that rubbing together of thighs to generate heat, perhaps a spark, as if some over 18 boy scouts decided to eat some adult Girl Scout's cookies.
Oh, we're the boys from Camp Cucamonga
Our mothers sent us here, for to study nature's ways
We learned to make fire by rubbing sticks together
But if we catch the Girl Scouts, we'll set the woods ablaze!

Our scoutmaster said we could take-em by surprise
If we didn't make a sound till we looked-em in the eyes
We held real still and we kept our eyes a-glued
We saw how they were dressed, they were swimming in the... well, now...

--Homer & Jethro
 
Oh, we're the boys from Camp Cucamonga
Our mothers sent us here, for to study nature's ways
We learned to make fire by rubbing sticks together
But if we catch the Girl Scouts, we'll set the woods ablaze!

Our scoutmaster said we could take-em by surprise
If we didn't make a sound till we looked-em in the eyes
We held real still and we kept our eyes a-glued
We saw how they were dressed, they were swimming in the... well, now...

--Homer & Jethro
they'd be well and truly screwed
 
With apologies to Allan Sherman and Lou Busch:

Oh, take me home, I promise I will
Not make noise, or mess the house with
Well ... uh ... you know girls and boys
Oh, please don't make me stay
I've been away at college one whole day

Dearest Fadduh, darling Muddah
How's my precious big tasty bruddah
Let me come home if he misses my, uh ... pussy
I would even let Aunt Bertha fist
Then french kiss me

Wait a minute, the lecturer stopped speakin'
The guys are fingerin' and the gals are freakin'
Playing with swollen tits, grabbing some tail
Muddah, Faddah kindly disregard this email

--Sally
 
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How did we digress?

With apologies to Roger Waters, I have an idea:

The lunatics are on the Lit
The lunatics are on the board
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path

The lunatic is typin' it out
The lunatics are wackin' it out
Midnight offers their folded feces to the world
And every day the new listings brings more


Dane Bramage?
 
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With apologies to Roger Waters, I have an idea:

The lunatics are on the Lit
The lunatics are on the board
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path

The lunatic is typin' it out
The lunatics are wackin' it out
Midnight offers their folded feces to the world
And every day the new listings brings more




doesn't whacking have an "H"?
 
My sweetheart's the mule in the mines
Down below, where the sun never shines
All day I just si-it
And I chew and I spi-it
All over my sweetheart's behind​
If that's not a talking mule, and the curvy driver's bookkeeper husband doesn't satisfy her like the masterful shift foreman does, we have another LW story. But don't burn the beast.

True story: Bisbee AZ was the world's richest mining camp a century ago, and the biggest and fanciest USA city between New Orleans and San Francisco. The infamous 1917 Bisbee Deportation birthed the phrase, "Between a rock and a hard place." But I digress.

Excess mine donkeys wandered the town's steep hillsides and gulches. Old gals who grew up there told me of kids catching any vagrant burro, to ride to school, and another to ride home for lunch and at the end of classes.

So let's have a LW story about young wives borrowing burros to ride to market and back, and handsome studs, well-muscled and sweaty from their mine work, walking alongside, chatting them up, leading them astray up Brewery Gulch for nookie under the nolinas (a type of yucca).

Take it from there.
 
My sweetheart's the mule in the mines
Down below, where the sun never shines
All day I just si-it
And I chew and I spi-it
All over my sweetheart's behind​
If that's not a talking mule, and the curvy driver's bookkeeper husband doesn't satisfy her like the masterful shift foreman does, we have another LW story. But don't burn the beast.

True story: Bisbee AZ was the world's richest mining camp a century ago, and the biggest and fanciest USA city between New Orleans and San Francisco. The infamous 1917 Bisbee Deportation birthed the phrase, "Between a rock and a hard place." But I digress.

Excess mine donkeys wandered the town's steep hillsides and gulches. Old gals who grew up there told me of kids catching any vagrant burro, to ride to school, and another to ride home for lunch and at the end of classes.

So let's have a LW story about young wives borrowing burros to ride to market and back, and handsome studs, well-muscled and sweaty from their mine work, walking alongside, chatting them up, leading them astray up Brewery Gulch for nookie under the nolinas (a type of yucca).

Take it from there.

told from the POV of the mule?
 
told from the POV of the mule?
The Bisbee mines employed burros aka donkeys, not mules. Smaller, smarter, and self-reproducing. Of course pervs had to go to Nogales for donkey shows but we can't detail such on LIT, unless they're talking donkeys. Can't tell of burros and Bisbee schoolkids either, unless they're retards held back from class promotion. Is that 18-year-old out of elementary school yet?

I suppose we could have a burro narrate his or her unladen walks behind the town brothels, and kinks and tricks they witnessed in the mines, on steep slopes, or in the tailings piles. Or the burros as disguised aliens. Does a space jenny seduce retarded miners? Doesn't seem like a hot story idea.
 
The Bisbee mines employed burros aka donkeys, not mules. Smaller, smarter, and self-reproducing. Of course pervs had to go to Nogales for donkey shows but we can't detail such on LIT, unless they're talking donkeys ...

A Douglas Adams Parody / Fan Fiction "Donkey Show at the End of the Universe" where the story is told by the talking donkey, who like the talking cow, wants to be in the show?

On second thought, that might not make it either..
 
A Douglas Adams Parody / Fan Fiction "Donkey Show at the End of the Universe" where the story is told by the talking donkey, who like the talking cow, wants to be in the show?

On second thought, that might not make it either..

by making it a mule, you remove the bestiality overtones*. Of course, the show's ptoptirtor might have thought he was buying domkey, not a mule, but hey, talking is aLMOST as big a seller as sex, isn't it?

*of course, you still flag this:

"My owner bought me, thinking that I was a donkey, but alas, I am a mule, much like a donkey but better looking and unable to procreate."
 
by making it a mule, you remove the ____ overtones*. Of course, the show's proprietor might have thought he was buying donkey, not a mule, but hey, talking is almost as big a seller as sex, isn't it?

*of course, you still flag this:

"My owner bought me, thinking that I was a donkey, but alas, I am a mule, much like a donkey but better looking and unable to procreate."

I'm not ragging on the site. In GENERAL rules are pointless because those who need them don't heed them, and vice-versa. writing rules to cover all situations is IMPOSSIBLE and leads to bizarre situations.

I used to have a Cessna 402 BY LAW although certified (in the '70s) as a single-pilot aircraft it had to have two sets of instrumentation. BY LAW after 9-11-01 the second set of instruments had to be disconnected and rendered inoperative. BUT they could not be removed. In fact BY another LAW they had to be inspected every 100 flight hours. (To be sure they hadn't magically become reconnected?) THEN an OFFICIAL FORM had to be filed BY LAW to explain why the instruments were inoperative (citing the LAW that required them to be disconnected was acceptable).

Talking mules or donkeys don't actually exist so by my definition they should be Lit legal. But my opinion and $US 6.35 will get you a coffee at Starbucks. The site rejected my Game of Thrones Fan Fiction -- because it contained incest -- in spite of the fact that on the original show King Aerys as is their custom married his own sister, Rhaella, and with her conceived three children, Rhaegar, Viserys, and Daenerys.
 
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I'm not ragging on the site. In GENERAL rules are pointless because those who need them don't heed them, and vice-versa. writing rules to cover all situations is IMPOSSIBLE and leads to bizarre situations.

I used to have a Cessna 402 BY LAW although certified (in the '70s) as a single-pilot aircraft it had to have two sets of instrumentation. BY LAW after 9-11-01 the second set of instruments had to be disconnected and rendered inoperative. BUT they could not be removed. In fact BY another LAW they had to be inspected every 100 flight hours. (To be sure they hadn't magically become reconnected?) THEN an OFFICIAL FORM had to be filed BY LAW to explain why the instruments were inoperative (citing the LAW that required them to be disconnected was acceptable).

Talking mules or donkeys don't actually exist so by my definition they should be Lit legal. But my opinion and $US 6.35 will get you a coffee at Starbucks. The site rejected my Game of Thrones Fan Fiction -- because it contained incest -- in spite of the fact that on the original show King Aerys as is their custom married his own sister, Rhaella, and with her conceived three children, Rhaegar, Viserys, and Daenerys.

not to mention what Jamie and Cersys (sp?) got up to.

But you know what they say- if you want to make the rules, start your own porn site.

Until them, we just have to guess what planet the talking mule originated on to qualify as alien, thus legal...but my theory was as long as the mule only narrated, it might skate through.
 
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...we just have to guess what planet the talking mule originated on to qualify as alien, thus legal...but my theory was as long as the mule only narrated, it might skate through.
Put a horn in the talking mule's forehead and/or wings on its supple shoulders and you're A-OK. As for narrations... tell a tale from the POV of onlookers such as a caged parrot, the housecat, or a motel-room mirror. Just don't pork them.
 
Put a horn in the talking mule's forehead and/or wings on its supple shoulders and you're A-OK. As for narrations... tell a tale from the POV of onlookers such as a caged parrot, the housecat, or a motel-room mirror. Just don't pork them.

one horny mule?
 
As an antidote to the poisonous responses to the Loving Wives effort, I wrote a piece of frothy stroky fun:

Funions, Onions, Bunions

NOT posted in LW though. Even though the wife character is loving (that's just because of the drugs).
 
As an antidote to the poisonous responses to the Loving Wives effort, I wrote a piece of frothy stroky fun:

Funions, Onions, Bunions

NOT posted in LW though. Even though the wife character is loving (that's just because of the drugs).

the new story might have served a a palate cleanser for me.,, but it isn't generating nearly the attention. After one day, less than 600 views, zero comments.
Could it be that the trolls are hypocrites !?
Say it ain't so.
 
Bringing it back full circle

LW is a fun category because even though your story gets 3.75 stars or worse, you can still get some great feedback from the people who LOVE it. I have dabbled in there and it is spicy, to be sure, when people message me about what they thought.

Think of how powerful you are to control their feelings, thoughts, and emotions.
 
LW is a fun category because even though your story gets 3.75 stars or worse, you can still get some great feedback from the people who LOVE it. I have dabbled in there and it is spicy, to be sure, when people message me about what they thought.

Think of how powerful you are to control their feelings, thoughts, and emotions.

But alas, it felt out of control for a while.

Though you are quite right that among the trolls, there were a smattering of really thoughtful responses. Enough to prevent giving up writing. (a very Literotica alternative to suicide).
 
The feedback is NEVER positive in Loving Wives, in my experience!

My first Loving Wives story went up yesterday - Sister-In-Law Surveillance - and I was expecting negative feedback, which I got in abundance. Some comments were quite vitriolic, others polite stating they didn't like the story or certain aspects, others just said it was boring and left it there.

I was very pleased that from the comments that a lot of the readers took the time to read it and clearly had absorbed the details. At least some of them didn't just mindlessly hate it.

However, some angry comments were about how they disliked Canadians being lumped together with Americans, and rants about Donald Trump. The story takes place in Adelaide South Australia in 2018, nowhere near Canada or the USA and Trump isn't even mentioned. The problem seemed to stem from the word 'favourite' being spelled 'favorite' and part of the disclaimer, advising about Australian slang for North American readers. Was I supposed to list all of the individual countries that form all of North America - Canada, the USA, Mexico and the Central American countries down to Panama and all the countries in the Caribbean as well? Maybe? Or a warning that the story is set during the Trump years, even though Donald Trump is irrelevant to the story?
 
My first Loving Wives story went up yesterday - Sister-In-Law Surveillance - and I was expecting negative feedback, which I got in abundance. Some comments were quite vitriolic, others polite stating they didn't like the story or certain aspects, others just said it was boring and left it there.

I was very pleased that from the comments that a lot of the readers took the time to read it and clearly had absorbed the details. At least some of them didn't just mindlessly hate it.

However, some angry comments were about how they disliked Canadians being lumped together with Americans, and rants about Donald Trump. The story takes place in Adelaide South Australia in 2018, nowhere near Canada or the USA and Trump isn't even mentioned. The problem seemed to stem from the word 'favourite' being spelled 'favorite' and part of the disclaimer, advising about Australian slang for North American readers. Was I supposed to list all of the individual countries that form all of North America - Canada, the USA, Mexico and the Central American countries down to Panama and all the countries in the Caribbean as well? Maybe? Or a warning that the story is set during the Trump years, even though Donald Trump is irrelevant to the story?

Well, they read the warning. What else did they have to read to know they hated it? :rolleyes:
 
Help!

I am so frustrated by my writer's block that I am actually tempted to try the sequel, telling the continuation of Cassie's story with Rob, the tentacle monster, and maybe Jim, in spite of it being savaged.

Please tell me NO and help me get inspired to write something better.
 
Why not try a nice romance story between two tentacle aliens from some planet not near Earth after their space ship crashes in the subtropics on a deserted island in the south Pacific. Then one night as they are making tentacle love, they are joined by a squid who wants in on the fun times, yet can't express himself, so he just barges in and takes over for the male tentacle alien.

You can take it from there.

I would never write anything like that, but... :D
 
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