TinyBeth
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I just finished writing my first erotica story which I call "His Annual Visit" and I would love some help polishing it before I submit it to the site. The story is about a woman's attraction to another man and how she and her partner deals with it. There is no group activity in this first part (although there will be if I write more installments) and it is actually pretty tame by some standards, but I hope is good and hot enough for Literotica. As suggested in the "looking for a editor post" here are the first few hundred words so you can get a feel for the story.
Tasha took a lacy blouse out of her closet; eyeing it closely as she weighed her options. She knew she wanted to looks her best, even if it was just for a friend. She hadn't seen Craig in nearly 8 years and it would be insulting to not go beyond her typical outfit of t-shirts and jeans. She held it up in front of the mirror; hazel-green eyes and dark brown hair framing a thin, pale face stared back at her. He always did like to see her looking good. Even if they were just friends, she told herself again.
She slid the lace top over her tiny breasts, too small for a normal bra so she generally went without, and felt the lace tickling her nipples. It felt good and her sensitive body responded to the gentle brush, but she ignored it. She was constantly ignoring the messages her frustrated body sent her. She had other, more important things to focus on at the moment. Like finishing picking out her outfit for the evening.
And trying not to think about one of the last times she saw Craig before he moved to Annapolis, she and Alex had just broken up with their first serious girlfriend and ended up commiserating with Craig and his (now ex) wife Dora in their favorite bar. As the most (in) famous free-love advocates in town they were well suited to the task. After a few rounds of drinks the conversation turned increasingly personal and Craig and Dora became bolder, suggesting the possibility of exploring a relationship between the four of them. Before long Craig and Tasha were in a dark corner of the bar kissing while Alex had disappeared somewhere with Dora.
The memory of those kisses was darkly bittersweet. She could remember the feeling of his mouth on hers, with just the right level of firmness, his tongue probing all the right places and the sensation of sinking into the arms of another man. She still had never been with any man but Alex even now. As Craig's hands began to roam down to the top of her jeans she had felt the growing warmth between her legs and little beads of moisture gathering on her quavering labia. Just as his hand was about to offer relief she felt another, rougher hand pull them apart. With sneers and threats a hateful group of women began screaming how they didn't have the decency to keep their sin and shame private. Tasha had run out of the bar crying, shamed beyond belief, having felt attracted to another man other than her fiancé for the first time ever and to the reaction others had to it.
Thank you in advance for you help,
TinyBeth
Tasha took a lacy blouse out of her closet; eyeing it closely as she weighed her options. She knew she wanted to looks her best, even if it was just for a friend. She hadn't seen Craig in nearly 8 years and it would be insulting to not go beyond her typical outfit of t-shirts and jeans. She held it up in front of the mirror; hazel-green eyes and dark brown hair framing a thin, pale face stared back at her. He always did like to see her looking good. Even if they were just friends, she told herself again.
She slid the lace top over her tiny breasts, too small for a normal bra so she generally went without, and felt the lace tickling her nipples. It felt good and her sensitive body responded to the gentle brush, but she ignored it. She was constantly ignoring the messages her frustrated body sent her. She had other, more important things to focus on at the moment. Like finishing picking out her outfit for the evening.
And trying not to think about one of the last times she saw Craig before he moved to Annapolis, she and Alex had just broken up with their first serious girlfriend and ended up commiserating with Craig and his (now ex) wife Dora in their favorite bar. As the most (in) famous free-love advocates in town they were well suited to the task. After a few rounds of drinks the conversation turned increasingly personal and Craig and Dora became bolder, suggesting the possibility of exploring a relationship between the four of them. Before long Craig and Tasha were in a dark corner of the bar kissing while Alex had disappeared somewhere with Dora.
The memory of those kisses was darkly bittersweet. She could remember the feeling of his mouth on hers, with just the right level of firmness, his tongue probing all the right places and the sensation of sinking into the arms of another man. She still had never been with any man but Alex even now. As Craig's hands began to roam down to the top of her jeans she had felt the growing warmth between her legs and little beads of moisture gathering on her quavering labia. Just as his hand was about to offer relief she felt another, rougher hand pull them apart. With sneers and threats a hateful group of women began screaming how they didn't have the decency to keep their sin and shame private. Tasha had run out of the bar crying, shamed beyond belief, having felt attracted to another man other than her fiancé for the first time ever and to the reaction others had to it.
Thank you in advance for you help,
TinyBeth
