Fair point, Liz. From what you say, I guess you must have read most of mine! Lol
This little moan was triggered by reading another member's story, although, I have had earlier thoughts on the subject.
I came upon a story in the historical category which I thought was extremely well written and quite original. I noticed it had been issued over a year, but what struck me was in that time, with 3.000 views recorded, that when I submitted my comment that would be TWO comments out of 3000 reads. I know there are a happy band of writers who are guaranteed a solid readership whether by their skill or their many friends. But even then, the number of viewings they've had far outstrips the comments they gain.
I feel we do have to question of out of 3000, why could they not be bothered to submit even a brief 'Liked this' or 'hated this' --surely better than a blank nothing.
I have heard from two readers who no longer write because they had so few responses. Not seeling favour--just needing to know their effort was appreciated.
On checking, I find that my best number of comments has been 24 out of 4000 viewings--- So did the other 3976 readers of that story just shrug and say "So what?" Unable to scroll on and type in a response. Many writers write simply for their own gratification but many thrive and are encouraged by a show of verbal support.
There now, got that off my chest!
When I walk in the sun, the shadow I see in front of me is the same shadow I had when I was 18---never trust a shadow!
A man contacts his local call girl centre and asks, "Do you have any woman over six feet tall?"
The reply came, "They are rare, sir. But there are a couple."
"She has to be very skinny," says the man.
"Well, sir," the voice dubious, We do have one woman, she's six feet seven inches tall. Very thin, but I have to advise you, sir, she has not been in demand. We were going to dismiss her."
"Sounds ideal, "the man said, " Send her round at 6.00pm." And he gave the address.
Promptly at six, the doorbell rang. The man opened the door and there stood the tallest woman he had ever seen, ragged brown hair hanging loose.
The man led her into the lounge where a large log fire was blazing. The man stood her on the rug in front of the fire. She applied a false sensuous look as she asked, "What do you want me to do?"
The man said, "First of all I'd like you to strip completely."
The woman did as requested trying to make it as sexy as she knew how. When she was totally bare with tiny breasts on display along with the ribs that showed boldly. God, she was so skinny. Scrawny arms and legs. She was ideal.
"Now," he said, "I want you to get onto your hands and knees."
The naked woman got into position, all sharp edges and bony protuberances. Her buttocks were pushed back expectantly.
The man said, "Just one moment." And he went out of the room, and when he returned he was dragging a huge Great Dane hound by a lead.
The woman gave a squeal of protest, but the man was addressing the dog in severe tones, "Now, Bruce, look at that." He pointed at the cowering woman. "That's what you'll look like if you don't eat your vitamin food." And to the woman, "Thank you, that's all."
Wish I'd seen this forum message before sending my outline of problems--you must be tired of being bombarded with these moans today--Aint technology wonderful!!! Best of luck
Definitely--but--How do you speak to an angel?
A large-breasted barmaid from France
Never wore skirts only pants
With elasticated waist
Oh, What a Beautiful Morning Gordon Macrae
Little Old Wine Drinkin' Me Dean Martin
A very gentle finger applied slowly along a delicious crevice until juices were flowing, then, slow delicate
with tongue tip licks. If her breathing hasn't told me I would, being a gentleman, ask for her permission to enter into her treasure house.
476 I'll just take one small step for mankind at this quiet hour, but fear the invasion of femininity!
Ways I would invent to bring you to ecstasy