Editor Request Please
I have a story I have written and am looking to post them here on Literotica. Although I think it is good, I am sure everybody feels the same way about their own stories. I am looking for and editor and a critic. I understand that bumps and bruises are required to sharpen the pencil. I will reread my work prior to submission to you and I do use "MSWord" to help in the correction process.
My writing presently consists of erotic coupling, some fantasy and some BDSM. I have included a small example of my writing utilizing a short section from one of my stories with this thread. I have posted this story in another site and have gotten positive responses. My Stories are usually around 4000 to 8000 words +/-.
From "The Extreme Experiance"
“Oh no” she exclaimed, “I did not agree to this”. She lied to him and said, “I am not submissive to men!” He smiled at her and continued to the house. She followed behind him bantering unheard words of denial and disgust, but somehow deep down she was excited.
This setting was one out of a horror scene with remote location surrounded by dark woods, the glistening lake through the unmanaged trees and a delapitated house with overground foliage overtaking the porches and lapping onto the house. This was something extreme enough to arouse her interest. The problem was, there was no trust in him and she hated that. It was against everything she ever believed but this is how it had to be.
He began to climb the entrance stairs and nobody followed from the limo. Who was the driver? And where the hell were we?
Why did she come with him? Again she was lying and to herself this time. She knew down deep why she was here. She had never been made to wait before and she waited for him. She had never looked for a man’s response, and she awaited for his. She had never been disappointed from the absence of a man and she was to his. Somehow he had a grasp on her soul and somehow she knew she would submit.
As she arrived at the top of the stairs and proceeded toward the door he stopped her with his hand. She looked into his eyes for the first time and they were hard. He said, “Remove your clothes or you do not enter my lair". She looked at him with disgust. “Who the fuck do you think you are”, she said? “Do you know who I am?” He backhanded her across her face and told her “I know exactly who you are, you are my Pixie and you will remove your clothes”. He reached over and tore her shirt open and handed her a rag to wipe the blood from her lip.
She stood in shock, bleeding from the lip and her right breast hanging out. She had met her match alright; she was scared to leave and scared not to listen. “Now remove your clothes” he said and walked inside.
I have a story I have written and am looking to post them here on Literotica. Although I think it is good, I am sure everybody feels the same way about their own stories. I am looking for and editor and a critic. I understand that bumps and bruises are required to sharpen the pencil. I will reread my work prior to submission to you and I do use "MSWord" to help in the correction process.
My writing presently consists of erotic coupling, some fantasy and some BDSM. I have included a small example of my writing utilizing a short section from one of my stories with this thread. I have posted this story in another site and have gotten positive responses. My Stories are usually around 4000 to 8000 words +/-.
From "The Extreme Experiance"
“Oh no” she exclaimed, “I did not agree to this”. She lied to him and said, “I am not submissive to men!” He smiled at her and continued to the house. She followed behind him bantering unheard words of denial and disgust, but somehow deep down she was excited.
This setting was one out of a horror scene with remote location surrounded by dark woods, the glistening lake through the unmanaged trees and a delapitated house with overground foliage overtaking the porches and lapping onto the house. This was something extreme enough to arouse her interest. The problem was, there was no trust in him and she hated that. It was against everything she ever believed but this is how it had to be.
He began to climb the entrance stairs and nobody followed from the limo. Who was the driver? And where the hell were we?
Why did she come with him? Again she was lying and to herself this time. She knew down deep why she was here. She had never been made to wait before and she waited for him. She had never looked for a man’s response, and she awaited for his. She had never been disappointed from the absence of a man and she was to his. Somehow he had a grasp on her soul and somehow she knew she would submit.
As she arrived at the top of the stairs and proceeded toward the door he stopped her with his hand. She looked into his eyes for the first time and they were hard. He said, “Remove your clothes or you do not enter my lair". She looked at him with disgust. “Who the fuck do you think you are”, she said? “Do you know who I am?” He backhanded her across her face and told her “I know exactly who you are, you are my Pixie and you will remove your clothes”. He reached over and tore her shirt open and handed her a rag to wipe the blood from her lip.
She stood in shock, bleeding from the lip and her right breast hanging out. She had met her match alright; she was scared to leave and scared not to listen. “Now remove your clothes” he said and walked inside.
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