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*A Wrighting* Project

This Blog concerns itself with erotic fictions in progress. I'm writing a story here before publishing it on Amazon. If you like, you can see it happen.

Cock pics again?! Can't anyone on this service read?!
Posted:Jun 24, 2019 4:32 pm
Last Updated:Jun 24, 2019 4:36 pm
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God, guys, you really need to save up your pennies for an service because you're not going to do well here—not here and not anywhere else.

Why is that? Try to follow this:

Someone has written a very clear, very carefully-worded profile that emphasizes two things.

1. I am not looking for a man because I already have one.

2. I am not amenable to cock pics from strangers because they are an unearned, unballasted intimacy.

What's your response? You send them a cock pic anyway.

There's a paradox in that second one you should explore.

As a stranger to you, I don't want to see any part of your anatomy that you wouldn't show to your mother, and this means either that i don't want to see your cock because you wouldn't flash your mom, or, I don't want to see your cock because you *would* flash your mom.

See the problem here? Showing me your cock is a lose-lose arrangement.

In any event, if you think a cock pic is a great idea and that sending me one instead of, say, "hello, my name is Cletus" is the best way to get to know me, then you are a loser in the charm department. You're an INCEL in training.

You are not here to find kinky sex with a loving partner, you are here because no one of the opposite sex in the real world will put up with your company long enough for you to achieve proper rejection ("Sorry, I can't...") or even the fake phone number.

Now, there's a hope for you but it involves money: You're going to have to hire prostitutes//callgirls to make things happen, but take heart, because unlike anything else, that will work for you.

There are lots of meth- and opioid addicts out there and they are just dying to meet you..

If you pay them enough, they will consent to looking at your cock. Hell, for enough money, they'll stare at it in mock fascination for a full, fifty-minute session.

And don't think of it as a cloud without a silver lining. If you hire a you will not only get to touch a woman, but, with a little luck, you'll never, ever, know that she feels about you the way I do.
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Sword Losers: a 20 minute exercise
Posted:Oct 23, 2018 8:41 am
Last Updated:Oct 23, 2018 4:17 pm
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There is nothing like seeing a man with a sword in his profile picture because it tells you everything you need to know about him. The most important of those things is, "You can stop thinking about him right then and there."

Honestly, let's look at a sword: it's a long, lethal instrument that pretty much anyone who can spell the name "Sigmund Freud" would call a phallic symbol, and what it says about someone under ordinary circumstances may be very positive. It could say he is a devotee of the self-discipline of Asian martial arts, or that he is an imaginative soul with a taste for medieval cosplay (there's nothing wrong with that), but on a kinky sex site things are different.

As McLuhan might have paraphrased it, "the medium changes the message."

First off, if you have a sword, and you think knowing that you have it is one of the first things a woman with an incredible need to be careful about her partners is the first thing she should know about you, you have problems. "What kind of problems?" I hear you asking: they are many, but you can easily cite the three possibilities:

1. You are compensating for substandard gifts in the cock department.

2. You are compensating for a substandard function or ability, again, in the cock department.

3. You are listening to voices different from the ones most people hear, voices which psychologists refer to in schizophrenics as "command hallucinations"—orders to do things that no sane person would want done to herself or to any living thing she valued.

Hmmm.... that last brings us to a fourth possibility: "all of the above."

Perhaps the worst part of the "profile-with-a-sword" thing is the personality of the person who thinks posing with a sword while advertising himself as a sexual partner to women is a great idea. I mean, to do this, you have to be stupid, clueless, or crazy—unable to parse the notion that the last thing someone who expects to be tied spreadeagled to a bed in private wants to have announced to them is, "I possess something that would let me gut you like a fish."

Basically, it's an ultimately low score on an IQ/EQ test; demonstrating at the outset that there is something disqualifyingly wrong about you as you advertise something that in words could be simply, "Think about where I could put this."

Anyone who doesn't get that could just as well save time and write, "I never use condoms and my painful, antibiotic-resistant strain of gonorrhea actually glows in the dark."

My twenty minutes are over and I've had my satisfying say on the topic except for one small thing, a suggestion:

"If you have a sword in your profile pic, don't take it down or replace it: your potential victims deserve a sporting chance."
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Fuck Kavanaugh: a response to someone who talked about Kavenaugh
Posted:Sep 28, 2018 2:53 am
Last Updated:Mar 18, 2024 11:30 pm
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I'll take your last point first:

"If kav is a man of the law he'd know his job isn't to overturn roe vs wade, it is to interpret the law instead of making it."

The SCOTUS's effect on U.S. law is always a question of interpretation of laws because the court is the final arbiter of caselaw.

This means things. The SCOTUS struck down all the nations sodomy laws following a Texas case which started when two men were found in flagrante delicto after the police were sent to their house on the pretext that a neighbor believed that they were being robbed.

Sodomy laws, almost exclusively applied to gays in today's world, carried penalties including fines, imprisonment and in some states, at least nominally, death (read James Dickey's book, "Deliverance" where it's mentioned.) Essentially, the Court ruled that what consenting adults got up to in the privacy of their own homes wasn't the state's business and it struck down *all* the nation's sodomy laws involving consenting adults.

That was the court at its best. At it's worst, it produced the Dred Scott Decision.

Feel free to look it up (Dred Scott v Sandford, 1857 it's available on wikipedia)

Your main point, based on the speculation that because Kavanaugh is unencumbered by is also suspect because he has two daughters and is a staunch Catholic and would come to the court with a viewpoint that would bruise the anti-establishment clause.

As far as reaction to any challenge to Roe v Wade is concerned, you don't have to speculate. You can read the actual record of his decision-making.

The Washington Post reports that Kavanaugh sat as one of in a panel of judges who were to decide the matter of a teenaged undocumented immigrant who had become pregnant and sought an abortion.

Kavanaugh's take on the matter was to opine that the state was not under an obligation to provide her with access to abortion on demand and ruled that a sponsor be found who could help her to make the decision she had already made.

At the time of the ruling, the , "Jane Doe" was fifteen weeks pregnant and Texas law forbids all abortions except for medical emergencies after twenty weeks.

In fact, the authorities involved had already worked to prevent her abortion by an intervention that involved taking her to a Christian Pregnancy center.

In her own words from the Washington Post article:

"They made me see a doctor that tried to convince me not to abort and to look at sonograms," she said. "People I don't even know are trying to make me change my mind."

The sponsor in Kavanaugh's opinion was absolutely unnecessary and Kavanaugh knew, could not help but know, that the process of finding a sponsor would in all likelihood, have pushed her past Texas's time limit forcing her to carry the unwanted pregnancy to term.

This fundamentally changed the inner nature of the decision, turning it from a act of legal reasoning into a filthy trick to impose his religious beliefs on a woman who had nothing whatsoever to do with him except for his need to have her go through labor to satisfy his principles.

I think that puts an end to any thought of Kavanaugh's giving a challenge to Roe v Wade anything like a fair, objective hearing.

As a , I had a job in a bookstore and spent a lot of time reading. One of the things I read was “Our bodies, our selves,” which among other things, contained images from the time of the coathanger, the time before abortion was legal—black-and-white photos of women who had bled to death on their kitchen tables after a slip of the knife by an amateuer surgeon. That sort of thing happened all the time back in the day, but it only happened to poor women. Even in the thirties, women with the resources needed for them to travel could and did go to Europe to safely end unwanted pregnancies. The writer, Dorothy Parker was practically famous for it while tenement dwellers and victims of sexual assault were left to wait for nature to do what nature does.

I believe Kavanaugh’s accuser.

I think Kavanaugh was a nasty, privileged who got drunk and tried to impose himself on women. As a judge, he would simply be extending his use of women to tens of millions of us.

Fuck Kavanaugh.

Fuck Kavanaugh.

Fuck Kavenaugh.

Fuck Kavenaugh.
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If you're only going to send one message...
Posted:Jul 18, 2018 10:14 pm
Last Updated:Oct 23, 2018 8:10 am
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For men who view my profile who think a cock pick is a good idea:

"I saw your cock before I saw your face.

Good-bye."
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My birthday present to myself
Posted:Jun 21, 2018 6:38 am
Last Updated:Jun 21, 2018 3:51 pm
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My birthday present to myself is an epigram:

The desire to tie up a willing woman is a kink.

The desire to show every unwilling woman your equipment is a pathology.
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Dick Pics and Pop Psychology.
Posted:Nov 10, 2017 7:53 am
Last Updated:Sep 28, 2018 2:50 am
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(594 wds, 2mins, 58 seconds)

As so many women have pointed out on their profiles, dick pics are unacceptable.

You might think they are just fine because the terms of service make women sign away their right to not see what normal humans used to call a man’s “private parts” but you’d be wrong there.

There are really good reasons to keep it in your pants and under cover. Here are three of them.

1. Anyone who can connect your cock, your face and your boss’s desk could drop a bomb on your life just for the hell of it. People have been fired from 100k per annum jobs just for saying the wrong thing to the checkout girl at the drive-in window of a fast-food franchise and letting it be posted. Anthony Weiner is going to jail for doing what you do regularly.

If your little hobby of showing your little friend became known in your neighborhood, you wouldn’t stand a chance.

2. If you are here at all, you are here, to meet women, or other men, or transexuals or what have you and have sex involving power-exchange themes (Bondage, CP, D/s, etc.).

Your leading with your cock is like the opening line of a conversation exactly as if you were standing in front of someone in a bar in realtime. This is your line:

I don’t know your name, this is the first time I’ve met you but this (hand gesture) is how big my cock is.

Have you ever tried this in a bar in real life? Did you try it more than once? Has it ever worked/come close to working?

We both know that part of the thrill of giving a woman an unsolicited view of your junk is more a question of power than of desire. It’s non-consensual in the same way that a cheap feel on a crowded bus is non-consensual, and it’s just as good at killing any chance you might have had with its recipient.

3. The third thing is the second statement having a cock pick says about you. It says that something is very, very wrong with you.

Look at it this way. For you to take a picture of your erect penis and put it anywhere shows that you masturbate and that you have the sexual understanding (and the social skills) of a troubled adolescent boy who can’t get past his troubled adolescent’s notion that everything would be wonderful if the girls who wouldn’t to for coffee with him with a gun to their heads only knew how wonderful his cock was.

They think, “if I could only show it to them. If they could only see it, I would never be lonely again.“

There’s a reason so many languages have a word for “masturbators” and why words like “wanker,” “Wichser,” and “Onanist” are insults.

When you eliminate the window dressing, a cock pic is also a statement that would sound odd in a bar—even more so when you consider what people here want to get up to:

“Hi, I’m a chronic masturbator with the low- to absent socials skills and a good part of the mindset you expect to find in a troubled loner—someone who is eventually going to make it into the newspapers the hard way. Can I take you back to my place and tie you up?”

So there you go, champs. You don’t get all that many responses? Day after day you wonder why it isn’t happening despite those wonderful shots of your cock-snot drooling one-eyed monk?

Surprise, surprise.

At the end of the day, when you put up a cock-pic, you join the ranks of those guys in raincoats who get beaten up for hanging around schoolyards. You sign up for a club that is populated by Anthony Weiner and people who end up having to register as sex-offenders and you think it’s going to lead to your having a good outcome.

You think it’s okay because the women here are different, but I’ve got news for you. It’s not. We're not.
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Thought Exercise for football fans.
Posted:Sep 25, 2017 7:55 pm
Last Updated:Oct 4, 2017 12:07 am
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Kafkaesque

You're at a football game. A man walks over to you, pulls out a smartphone and shows you an image in realtime: A is being held with a gun to her head.

The man tells you if you attack him, call for help, or try to have him arrested, his allies in another country will kill the instantly.

If you want the to live, he has a job for you: You need only go to one knee when the national anthem is played.

You ask if you can trust him.

He smiles, shrugs, and tells you that you do not know. There is no guaranty that he and his men will not kill the immediately or tomorrow or the next day.

The could live to reach adulthood and live to a ripe old age. She will remain in the power of the terrorist organization he represents, if she lives, the organization will raise her and eventually free her but they will keep their eye on her so that they can kill her at any later time. All you will get from kneeling is his word that the you saw on the screen may live for an extra minute.

The man holds the phone inches from your face as the first notes of the national anthem start playing.

The man smiles again.

Do you "respect the flag" or "respect the troops" and remain standing with your hand over your heart and wait for the sound of the shot or do you go to one knee as he loses himself in the crowd escapes taking the resolution of the situation with him?

Do you stand or do you kneel?

The people who are so angry about the protests in the NFL don't understand that the players are doing it for the . .

.
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Hell awaits...
Posted:Sep 12, 2017 6:54 pm
Last Updated:Sep 27, 2017 1:09 pm
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Thank God for college. Thank God for college-level courses.

My bit of college allowed me to read things that I wouldn't have read otherwise and to criticize it, to examine it carefully and write about it. In a lot of ways, you could say that it—my cursory study of literature—provided me with a language, not of words, but of references and, having read Dante's Inferno, I know that I am going to go to hell.

I'm on my way there because of the things I think when people annoy me and they annoy me often, so I don't doubt my damnation: In fact, my only point of confusion is which part of Dante's hell will be my home.

I very much doubt that I'll end up in the innermost bolgia or circle of hell where Judas spends his time busily being chewed on by Satan, nor do I think that I've betrayed my benefactors so that precludes my being frozen in the endless plain of ice that surrounds those two old lovers.

I've never stolen anything significant—well, at least nothing significant to me...

(Uh oh. )

Dante's version of the bad-afterlife, has lots of little nooks and crannies and it's hard to know where I really belong in that scheme of things.

Where do they put you when you see a picture of someone who's viewed your profile and all you can think Is"

"You know, if you learned all there is to know about physics and engineering, you might be able to invent a time machine and then you could send that stupid mustache back to the Seventies!"

Where do I go for that?
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Just a little anger....
Posted:Sep 10, 2017 7:49 pm
Last Updated:Sep 21, 2017 12:40 am
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I get angry when a man sends me a message telling me about his cock or sending me a picture of it.

Why? Because, just by being here, I've seen more penises than a retired urologist and opening an email to me with, "I have a really sweet cock and I'll do anything with it on camera that you like." is like discovering a new category of ugly human stupidity.

Somewhere around the age of six, are capable of learning that putting parts of themselves *in fire* is really, really unpleasant and after one or two times, they learn to stop doing it.

By contrast, being here entails being in the company of mature men who are fully aware that if they showed their parts in public, they would be arrested and fined or imprisoned. They would lose their jobs and become registered sex-offenders. If they did it in bars, big beefy men would throw them into the street and tell them to never come back if they wanted to leave with all their bones intact.

Dick-pic senders have made being here like finding yourself in a convention hall for Exhibitionists—men who never got past the diseased, adolescent notion that, "she would stop saying, 'the thought of dating you makes me want to vomit' if she only knew how big and sweet my cock was."

Here's the real thought process from the real world, in the best-case scenario.

"That is one LARGE cock—definitely above average in length and girth, and it only shows how unfair life is, because, God in heaven, look at what it's attached to."

Unsolicited dick-pic senders are only one or two steps removed from the kind of men who flash little girls.

I really don't need to hear from them because I have a life and I'm proud of having one. I'm not an adult baby-sitter and—even were I not in a happy, stable, long-term relationship—I would neither need nor want the company of anyone so stupid or so damaged that he would never learn that fire is bad for him.
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