I guess I'll have to try harder in future.

And furthermore no one reads my fuckin stories, so someone should get off on them!

Absolutely.

If my stuff doesn't get a reaction outa me, then, chances are it won't end up on here.

And if the idea didn't give me the horn, then I wouldn't have bothered getting it down.

Hell to the yeah.

I almost always write in pants.

Its the way to be.

81%.

You knows it.

It's in the mentality.

Screw them.

The region I live in is riddled with these fat, chinless fucks, who's only real medical complaint seems to be that they carry a walking stick and have a miserable look on their face. I see the bastards driving about in their brand new cars, paid for by the taxpayer and provided by Disability Scotland.

Unless fatassedness is the result of a straight up medical condition their bitch asses should be made to run until their boots fill up with blood.

Then sent to work.

Good question.

Context is everything here.

For me, personally, dick feels slightly more aggressive. Maybe I'll deploy it if there is something happening in the background that is pulling focus from it just being purely sexual, or perhaps if there is less familiarity between the characters. Cock feels right for describing something goddamn intimate.

But, it just depends on a whole bunch of stuff.

Write erotica when you're horny, then edit it when you're calm.

Ah, what the fuck do I know!

Precisely zero.

They are the modern world's greatest invention and can make even a mediocre ass/legs combo look amazing.

Furtherfore, I can't seem to write an erotic story without them creeping in somewhere!

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