Damn, they opened the flood gates with new stories. Hold us all over until Monday. I read a couple of stories that could have benefited with some re-writes.

 

I'm excited. There's something oddly nice about imperfect stories, it kind of shows off the humanity of its writers. I'm a brutal critic but I still love a good imperfect story every now and then.

 

I'm excited. There's something oddly nice about imperfect stories, it kind of shows off the humanity of its writers. I'm a brutal critic but I still love a good imperfect story every now and then.

 

Hello, I'm a reader who has been an editor professionally and I see a lot of poor spelling and word choice in the sexstories site. If anyone of you would like to send me your material before you post it, I promise to give it a good, fast proofread. I'll use the track changes feature so you can approve the changes yourself.

 

I may take you up on that

 

Hey!!! it’s been a while since i’ve posted a story, did they ever bring back anonymous comments ??

 

Nope

 

I will admit, I miss anonymous comments. I thought I wouldn't, but I do. I thought it would push away the needlessly negative (but they just make dummy accounts for negative comments, it seems) and constructive comments would still come at the same rate, but instead comments themselves have been decimated, with seemingly more of the 'good' comments disappearing than the 'bad.' Does anyone agree/disagree that they miss anonymous comments?

 

I love constructive criticism. I like to converse with the reader about what they thought about my story. I feel it is important to have a dialogue with the reader about the story I put out for consumption.

I check for comments daily and have been DM regularly about when next installmemt of my stories will be coming out. I answer them all because the fans are invested in our work so I want them to know they are appreciated.

As for anonymous comments in the past, not a fan. I want to know who the reader is. We already have anonymous voters... That's all we need

 

They have a little check box to allow anonymous votes, why not just do that with the comments too? Oh wait are we talking sex stories site? Yeah, those guys can't figure out how not to remove the word script, solo or from within other words from stories or comments yet. Give em a decade they'll get it soon enough.

 

On one hand, aggressive.

On the other, nice Pink Panther reference.

 

Amen brother. I didn't go on a porn site until I was eighteen years old. Shit, I never even masturbated, because stroking a minor's penis gets you 5-10 hard years in the great state of Iowa. But I remember that day, when the clock struck midnight on January 2nd, 2008. I crept into my mom's office, turned on her desktop monitor, and carefully got in the chair. God, that chair was noisy, and I feared that I might wake my slumbering parents and face their wrath. But I had practiced diligently for months, and my ninja-like moves went undetected. The blue light of the screen flickered on, illuminating my bulging and bloodshot eyes, my manic grimace, the sweat dripping down my forehead. This was it! I googled "pron" in the image search, corrected it to "porn" (my hands were absolutely shaking), and pressed "enter." My 100 kb/s dial-up connection screamed and cranked, and my gut dropped as I peered around the corner, expecting my father to come storming from the bedroom with belt in hand. But over the cacophony of electronic squeals, I heard the duet of snores that sounded their undisturbed slumber. The dial-up noise stopped. The loading symbol ceased its revolutions. And like a curtain of debauchery dropping before my eyes, scores of pornographic images scrolled into view, pixelated at first, but becoming clearer with each eternal second until I could see in full glory, what I had so dutifully waited for: the human vagina. My god, it was disgusting. It was like someone stuck the better half of a roast beef sandwich between my Barbie's legs. But despite my initial revulsion to the image, I... I couldn't look away! And as the sinful realization dawned on my mind, and the corruption of sex began to take hold of me, I felt the stirring between my legs. It was time. No longer caring for subterfuge in the heat of my desire, I tore off my pants and began repeatedly punching myself in the balls. When that didn't work, I tried slapping my engorged manhood like it was a hysterical woman. Having found similar painful results, and being quite sore, I grabbed my swollen meat stick and choked it like my dad used to do to me when I forgot to clean the dishes. That's when I felt it; the churning in my aching balls, the quaking in my nethers, a pulsing desire lancing between my anus and coccyx. Instincts took over, and with my death-grip wrapped firmly around my weeping fuck-pole, I began to jerk off. I rent the virgin flesh, pounded my untrained pelvis, and scored the underside of my shaft with untrimmed nails, and in my pain, I felt God's punishment for my sin. It was as it should be. Through my duality of agony and pleasure, through my grunts and screams, I became somewhat cognizant of the two figures gawking at me from the open door. But it was too late to care for the horrified faces of my parents, nor the relentless barking of my dachshund, for I was coming! With a cathartic screech, I unloaded an entire adolescence of backed up spunk into the open disk drive, blowing with the pressure of a fire-hose to fertilize the circuitry of my mother's early-2000s Gateway. I daresay they felt the shock-waves in China.

 

Did he just admit to a crime of destruction of personal property? Lol

 

thank you
great

 

waw

 

sex is life

 

It's apparent by @throatHER and @White Walls that I am wrong with my opinions and want to sutly bash me. If you have something against me then feel free to PM me. Other than that I am out and will keep my opinions to myself.

 

L O L

 

@DBuck c'mon man you can't be serious?! It's all lighthearted fun and not to be taken serious at all. I put your character from the Rocker series in my story for goodness sake. You have to stop being overly sensitive. I called you Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh because you always seems to be in a perpetual state of melancholy, but still remain loveable. Relax my friend and just take things in stride.

Take care