words that get on your nerves in erotica

[sailorpaul]

OK so what magic thing happens here on Lit when you get to 100 posts?

 

[butters]

(laughs) Not poetry. But when I I talk to son #3, every sentence usually contains the word "...like...".

Often twice.

gawd. is he 17? kids

OK so what magic thing happens here on Lit when you get to 100 posts?

ah, the av genie appears and if you rub her up the right way you get an avatar










actually, I'm fibbing.
but you CAN now upload an avatar. I kinda like the genie idea though, specially if it's a guy one for chicks

 

[UnderYourSpell]

OK so what magic thing happens here on Lit when you get to 100 posts?

When you get 1000 it's a real wow factor ........ you get to write something extremely witty (or not) under your name. I can see you can hardly wait

 

[EroticOrogeny]

I can't say there's any single word which gets on my nerves, it all depends upon the context.
Somewhere here there was a post a while back which suggested stripping ariticles etc. I try to keep that in mind, must sometimes one needs those little words, especially when working with meter.

 

[butters]

ayup, context is vital. and I don't automatically dislike a piece because it contains a word I'm allergic to. I understand it's a personal thing but if those words are coming into play then it makes me wish the author looked beyond them to find something better. I'm selfish that way

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I think when someone uses several words of a basic nature ad nauseum is when I click off, it falls into the same category as blue films which in the most part bore me senseless especially scenes of fellatio. I have been know to fall asleep zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ........

 

[BereniceSnape]

I hate when people call penises rods, shafts, poles - things that sound like they belong on cars.

Moist is a word I hate with a firey passion. Seriously, it makes me cringe.

Folds, love petals, rose bud - HATE HATE HATE

Love tool, trouser snake, love club - NONONONONONONONONO

 

[UnderYourSpell]

do you know what a love handle is over here?

 

[bflagsst]

I hate when people call penises rods, shafts, poles - things that sound like they belong on cars.

Moist is a word I hate with a firey passion. Seriously, it makes me cringe.

Folds, love petals, rose bud - HATE HATE HATE

Love tool, trouser snake, love club - NONONONONONONONONO

Writing 'vagina' or 'penis' in a poem usually doesn't work well either.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Writing 'vagina' or 'penis' in a poem usually doesn't work well either.

ohhhhhhhh yes it does!

 

[bflagsst]

ohhhhhhhh yes it does!

I just read this news story where these guys from Hungary, who lived in a cave cuz they were homeless, inherited a billion zillion dollars from some dead grandmother. One of the guys says that he can get a woman now, cuz women don't like guys who live in caves. I thought that was a little tacky and materialistic of Hungarian women, cuz a cave can be a fine home. This doesn't have to do with anything in this thread. Penises only belong in poems when disguised well. A penis will muck up the whole affair.

 

[butters]

I just read this news story where these guys from Hungary, who lived in a cave cuz they were homeless, inherited a billion zillion dollars from some dead grandmother. One of the guys says that he can get a woman now, cuz women don't like guys who live in caves. I thought that was a little tacky and materialistic of Hungarian women, cuz a cave can be a fine home. This doesn't have to do with anything in this thread. Penises only belong in poems when disguised well. A penis will muck up the whole affair.

it's gotta depend on the cave.

but i agree about the p word

now whether or not the following only applies to porn is up to the individual - some might find the c words have no place in erotica. I'd disagree.

components

when the heat is on
things
break down
into their simplest forms:
the cock
the cunt
the urgent
imperative
primordial
fuck

yet
let us not forget
that ineffable element
that aether we call "love"

that's when it all gets complicated

 

[UnderYourSpell]

it's gotta depend on the cave.

but i agree about the p word

now whether or not the following only applies to porn is up to the individual - some might find the c words have no place in erotica. I'd disagree.

components

when the heat is on
things
break down
into their simplest forms:
the cock
the cunt
the urgency the
imperative
primordial
fuck

yet
let us not forget
that ineffable element
that aether we call "love"

that's when it all gets complicated

Talk to me of vagina, penis and anus (especially the latter) and I'm putty in your hands

 

[butters]

Talk to me of vagina, penis and anus (especially the latter) and I'm putty in your hands

well if i ever need to put in new 'old' windows and am short of the putty stuff, i'll be sure to dirty mail ya

 

[UnderYourSpell]

well if i ever need to put in new 'old' windows and am short of the putty stuff, i'll be sure to dirty mail ya

groannnnnnnnnnnnn ........ touché

 

[EroticOrogeny]

Writing 'vagina' or 'penis' in a poem usually doesn't work well either.

I've only used those words in one (private) poem,
entitled 'Your Doctor' or some such.
Pseudo-clinical porn (she liked it, along with the 'operations' afterward).
Simile and metaphor for sexual anatomy can work well, one should complete the concept.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I've only used those words in one (private) poem,
entitled 'Your Doctor' or some such.
Pseudo-clinical porn (she liked it, along with the 'operations' afterward).
Simile and metaphor for sexual anatomy can work well, one should complete the concept.

OMGGGGGGG Doctor tooooooo ....... phew it's getting hot in here

 

[Bo_Kaye]

It's two words, but I can't stand to see them.

Velvet channel.

I don't know why, but yuk, they turn me off. Maybe cos I don't actually like touching velvet?

 

[butters]

It's two words, but I can't stand to see them.

Velvet channel.

I don't know why, but yuk, they turn me off. Maybe cos I don't actually like touching velvet?

that'd be the likeliest cause.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

For Annie

*whispers seductively*

anus yes
look at the starfish
pucker the reflexive
pull anus
tonguetip teased
bright and needy
anus

 

[bflagsst]

*whispers seductively*

anus yes
look at the starfish
pucker the reflexive
pull anus
tonguetip teased
bright and needy
anus

I like that poem, though anus is too clinical regardless. I can't think of another word to stand in its place. Pucker and Starfish are good words, though starfish as a stand-in for anus seems too dirty. In terms of anus poems it's one of the best anus poems I've seen, lately. anus anus uranus.

Bright I don't really follow. I could imagine this poem being read in some seedy dive, a standout amongst seedy poems.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

*whispers seductively*

anus yes
look at the starfish
pucker the reflexive
pull anus
tonguetip teased
bright and needy
anus

gggggggggggggrowllllllllllllllllllll

 

[butters]

ah, Paul Verlaine and Arthur Rimbauld's Lines on the Arsehole: A Sonnet

Crumpled like a carnation, mauve and dim
It breathes, cowering humbly in the moss
Still wet with love which trickles down across
The soft slope of white buttocks to its rim.

Threads like long tears of milk blown radiantly
Out by the cruel gust that turns them back
Weep home again along the cambered track
Through reddish clinkers and wild bilberry.

My mouth mates often with this breathing-hole.
While matter goes and comes, my jealous soul
Makes tawny tears there in its nest of sighs:

This olive is a swoon, this flute whose stop
Teases the tube where heaven's soft-centres drop,
This female Promised Land where warm springs rise.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

ah, Paul Verlaine and Arthur Rimbauld's Lines on the Arsehole: A Sonnet

Crumpled like a carnation, mauve and dim
It breathes, cowering humbly in the moss
Still wet with love which trickles down across
The soft slope of white buttocks to its rim.

Threads like long tears of milk blown radiantly
Out by the cruel gust that turns them back
Weep home again along the cambered track
Through reddish clinkers and wild bilberry.

My mouth mates often with this breathing-hole.
While matter goes and comes, my jealous soul
Makes tawny tears there in its nest of sighs:

This olive is a swoon, this flute whose stop
Teases the tube where heaven's soft-centres drop,
This female Promised Land where warm springs rise.

Out by the cruel gust that turns them back ...... a fart?

 

[bflagsst]

ah, Paul Verlaine and Arthur Rimbauld's Lines on the Arsehole: A Sonnet

Crumpled like a carnation, mauve and dim
It breathes, cowering humbly in the moss
Still wet with love which trickles down across
The soft slope of white buttocks to its rim.

Threads like long tears of milk blown radiantly
Out by the cruel gust that turns them back
Weep home again along the cambered track
Through reddish clinkers and wild bilberry.

My mouth mates often with this breathing-hole.
While matter goes and comes, my jealous soul
Makes tawny tears there in its nest of sighs:

This olive is a swoon, this flute whose stop
Teases the tube where heaven's soft-centres drop,
This female Promised Land where warm springs rise.

Hey, could someone explain the last line? It's hit and miss for me. I don't like the grossness of the third stanza, breathing hole and matter.