+Looking for someone to finish off a story for me.

cutegirl3818

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Hi. :)

I'm looking for someone to finish off a story for me.

I had someone writing a story but they don't have time to finish it off so I am hoping to find some one who will want to finish it for me.

The basic plot of the story is 2 Nerds have sex with an unconcious beauty.

So if your interested please send me a private message and let me know, so I can send you the part of the story which has been written.

Only genuine replys thank you.
 
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Here's the thing. "nerd" describes a thinking style, or a brain type, or some contatenation of brains, habits of thought, and need to know stuff.

"beauty" describes a physical appearance that coincides with a socially accepted standard.

The two things are not mutually exclusive in any way A nerd can also be a "beauty," a "beauty" can also be a nerd. The nerds who take advantage can be gorgeous dudes in their own right. (Although one thing about the "nerd" stereotype is that nerds can't make social coin out of it if they do happen to be beautiful)

It could be interesting, if by "nerds" you mean 'dudes who think a hell of a lot except that their hindbrains sometimes hijack their lives" and if my "unconsious beauty" you mean "a possibly beautiful girl, certainly one that is available to them, who may or may not be real happy once she wakes up."

What would make it interesting and sexy and absorbing to me, would be the stress between them doing what they wanted to do, and the knowledge that they really shouldn't, and also if the 'beauty' is in fact as nerdy as they are when awake-- what happens after that. How the group resolve the problems that arise because of these actions.
 
Isn't that a definition of Rape ?

By definition yes. However if the story is written and submitted it will be a roll of the dice on lit's vaguest rule. May make it, may not.

I think it will simply because their "rule" is about no stories where at no point during the rape does the victim enjoy it. Seeing she is sleeping she can't protest too much so it may slide through.

Get the magic eightball out and submit.
 
No interest from anyone yet but I hope I hear from someone who is genuinely interested in finishing the story I have.
 
No interest from anyone yet but I hope I hear from someone who is genuinely interested in finishing the story I have.

This is the wrong time of the year. I could conceivably take you up on your offer, but I am too busy with Halloween stories, and the Winter Holiday Contest will start in a month. Of course, many other authors are busy the same way, or even busier.
 
No word

Well, I re-wrote her story. For my tastes, I felt like it needed a complete overhaul. I thought I stayed faithful to her ideas, but I did rework it completely. Sent it to her and never heard back, not even a "fuck you, you ruined it!" :confused:
 
Well, I re-wrote her story. For my tastes, I felt like it needed a complete overhaul. I thought I stayed faithful to her ideas, but I did rework it completely. Sent it to her and never heard back, not even a "fuck you, you ruined it!" :confused:
yeah, it's always a possibility that you will get dissed for your efforts.

Or maybe, she's still fapping too hard to stop and email you. ;)
 
Well, I re-wrote her story. For my tastes, I felt like it needed a complete overhaul. I thought I stayed faithful to her ideas, but I did rework it completely. Sent it to her and never heard back, not even a "fuck you, you ruined it!" :confused:

So just submit it as your own, and see what it does. That way it's not a total waste of time.

I wrote one for somebody early this year off of the story ideas thread and he loved it. A little too much I think. It was about twins named Dawn and Paul(he picked the names) when he e-mailed me I saw his name was Paul. Methinks Paul has a sister named Dawn somewhere.
 
So just submit it as your own, and see what it does. That way it's not a total waste of time.

I wrote one for somebody early this year off of the story ideas thread and he loved it. A little too much I think. It was about twins named Dawn and Paul(he picked the names) when he e-mailed me I saw his name was Paul. Methinks Paul has a sister named Dawn somewhere.

I stayed too true to the original author's chain of events that it didn't feel like "my " story. And I'm wasn't enamored enough to re-write the idea as one of my own. It included non-con sex, which isn't one of my favorite topics. Not that big of deal to me all in all.
 
Received a reply

Just to be fair - I did receive a reply from her:

Just wanted to let you know the way you have written the story has good points and bad points.​
 
Just to be fair - I did receive a reply from her:

Just wanted to let you know the way you have written the story has good points and bad points.​
Trenchant critique, by gum!:D

I'm almost curious now, as to what you rewrote and which bits she didn't care for. But... not quite curious enough.
 
But interested enough to say just go ahead and post it to Literotica.
 
Before and After

Trenchant critique, by gum!:D

I'm almost curious now, as to what you rewrote and which bits she didn't care for. But... not quite curious enough.

Trenchat indeed!

Original 1st paragraphs:
2 Nerds have sex with an unconcious beauty.
Revenge of the Nerds
Kelly stepped out of the shower. Her blonde hair was wet and sticking to the tops of her breasts. They were pretty breasts, not incredibly large but very plump and firm. Since they were only 18 yr old breasts they also stood up nicely on their own. Kelly lifted them and looked in the mirror. She did like them, she was very proud of them. They had served her well in high school. They looked especially nice in a cheerleader sweater. She remembered seeing the faces as she cheered. She loved it when they watched her.

She grabbed a towel and dried her hair a little bit and then wrapped it over her head in the “girl turban”. She looked at her body. She ran her hands over her nipples and felt them harden. She moved down her tight tummy and then over her powerful thighs. She was in very good shape, she worked very hard at her cheering, she had to if she was going to make the college team. She was very nervous about that, the tryouts were in a couple of weeks and she would die if she didn’t make it. She had been at college for three weeks and she felt invisible. Yes, she was a pretty girl and got lots of looks but everyone around here acted like she didn’t exist. She was not used to this, she had been the “queen” in high school. Head cheerleader, prom queen, you name it and she was it. Kelly had gotten quite used to being the queen and was struggling with the whole “lowly freshman” thing. She desperately needed to have that kind of status again but she was having trouble getting in with the cool crowd. Hell, she was having trouble even figuring out where the cool crowd was here.

Re-written version:
2 Nerds have sex with an unconcious beauty.
Revenge of the Nerds

Wet blonde hair stuck to the tops of Kelly's breasts as she stepped out of the shower. Her 18 year old breasts were still plump and firm, riding high on her chest without a bra and higher still with one. She admired her reflection, especially her breasts. Whether she covered them with her cheerleader sweater or showed all the cleavage she could before exposing her bra, she had seen the attention her breasts attracted. She arched her back, pushing them up and out, and realized again how her breasts deserved every stare, glance, and stolen peep they earned.

Wrapping her towel around her head in a "girl turban" pulled her wet hair away from her view. Kelly raked her open palms over her nipples, delighted with how quickly they became hard. Testing their stiffness between a fingers and thumbs, she felt a tingle down lower. Careful girl, she thought before picking up the bottle of lotion. Spreading the lotion between her palms, she caressed her breasts, again enjoying the stiffness of hard nipples beneath her open palms. She moved her hands over her flat stomach, across her powerful thighs, and over her smoothly shaved pussy. Another tingle tempted her. Ignoring it, she went back for another dab of lotion before rubbing it over her firm ass.

Sure, I'm no Hemingway, but then, Hemingway wasn't Bucky Duckman, either. LOL
 
Yes, much smoother!

This stuff is context:
... She was very nervous about that, the tryouts were in a couple of weeks and she would die if she didn’t make it. She had been at college for three weeks and she felt invisible. Yes, she was a pretty girl and got lots of looks but everyone around here acted like she didn’t exist. She was not used to this, she had been the “queen” in high school. Head cheerleader, prom queen, you name it and she was it. Kelly had gotten quite used to being the queen and was struggling with the whole “lowly freshman” thing. She desperately needed to have that kind of status again but she was having trouble getting in with the cool crowd. Hell, she was having trouble even figuring out where the cool crowd was here.
And provides motivation for possible reactions later...

Did you replace it in another paragraph?
 
Yes, much smoother!

This stuff is context: And provides motivation for possible reactions later...

Did you replace it in another paragraph?

What? Separate different ideas into different paragraphs?! Dammit Stella, that's fucking GENIUS! LOL! (Based on other forum comments, I'm convinced with your ability to read sarcasm when you see it.)

"100 percent pure, cheerleader ass," she told her reflection, giggling. She spent hours in the gym sculpting her body, making it perfect for the "big time:" college cheerleading. With two weeks before try-outs, she was convinced she had the physical goods and the resume to support it. Head cheerleader of her high school team, Homecoming and Prom Queen, Voted Best Couple; you name it, she earned it. She was the prettiest, cutest, and one of the smartest girls in her high school.

But that was high school and this was college, where she went from queen of the world to being just another freshman. It frustrated and humiliated her. Worse, she was stuck at a state university instead of the prestigious private university where she deserved to be. She blamed Mr. Livingston, the high school guidance counselor who couldn't bother submitting his letter of recommendation by the deadline. Without contacts, stuck at school that was her last choice, Kelly was stuck on the lowest rung of the social ladder and determined to climb it fast.

Being stuck in the freshman dorm didn't help, until dumb luck and chance favored her. ...​
 
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