I've been reading the boards since I joined, and while I won't bore you with too much praise, there are a number of skilled and kindly people here that are willing to give hours and hours to aspiring writers. Cheers to you all!
Now, I've finally written another story and need a good second eye to go over it. I've used a different sort of voice than I normally use and if it doesn't work, I need to know so I can either re-write the story or scrap it all together.
And I wouldn't mind finding someone who would be interested in editing more of my stories down the road. I had one such fellow, but he has wandered (probably wisely) away down his own path towards fortune. While we were together I was blessed with great advice. He got to know my writing style and was able to pin-point what he thought I should change because it was obviously a mistake instead of artistic license.
All that said, I would graciously accept the assistance of a one-time deal.
Due to current computer issues I will need to work through email instead of attachments and I really do apologize for that. I know it sucks.
Here is portion of the story:
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I crawled into bed after pulling on my pajama top. I loved how the worn cotton of the blue tank was so soft against my skin. Because it wasn’t too late in the summer (and we were trying to save money), the rather inefficient air conditioning unit was turned off. As a result, a gentle murmur of fans moved through the bedroom to the living room, helping to circulate the air coming in through the windows.
He wasn’t in bed yet. Lately I had found myself more and more frequently turning down the sheets by myself, though it took a while before I could fall asleep. What was he doing? He was on the computer, looking up facts, talking to friends half-way across the world, jacking off to porn. Not that I’m opposed to porn. I just wish he’d share his porn time with me. Why be ashamed? Hell, I love good porn. Even silly, meant-to-be-goofy porn can get me off. I’m easy and I know it!
Instead of cuddling together in bed and snogging on each other, I occasionally fiddled with my clit until I fell asleep, and he tugged on his penis underneath his desk for a few hours. Needless to say, our sex life was lame, if not non-existent. But fear not, dear readers, for this becomes a happier tale.
I didn’t notice when the dreams first started, but they were good ones. Sex dreams. The kind that make you late for work because you absolutely have to spend an extra ten minutes in the shower, getting yourself off as you recall each delicious detail. Naughty dreams. Whips and chains and ties of all sorts. Textures and tastes. As I said, I didn’t notice when they started, but I swear I had one every night for over a week. After a while I needed a fuck so badly that just the act of slipping under the sheets at night had me tingling and immediately reaching beneath my underwear.
And here is where I break out of my narrative and let you behind the scenes. Why he changed his ways, or what motivated him that first night, I may never ask. But after I was asleep, he skipped his routine porn surf for the night. I said it before, there’s nothing wrong with porn, but he was more interested in flesh and blood, and as he touched me through the covers, he wanted me. He wanted to touch and taste and fuck. Maybe, just for fun, he decided to see if he could do it without waking me. And I’m a very heavy sleeper.
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Let me know if you're interested by responding here or PMing me your email address.
Many Thanks!
Now, I've finally written another story and need a good second eye to go over it. I've used a different sort of voice than I normally use and if it doesn't work, I need to know so I can either re-write the story or scrap it all together.
And I wouldn't mind finding someone who would be interested in editing more of my stories down the road. I had one such fellow, but he has wandered (probably wisely) away down his own path towards fortune. While we were together I was blessed with great advice. He got to know my writing style and was able to pin-point what he thought I should change because it was obviously a mistake instead of artistic license.
All that said, I would graciously accept the assistance of a one-time deal.
Due to current computer issues I will need to work through email instead of attachments and I really do apologize for that. I know it sucks.
Here is portion of the story:
*****
I crawled into bed after pulling on my pajama top. I loved how the worn cotton of the blue tank was so soft against my skin. Because it wasn’t too late in the summer (and we were trying to save money), the rather inefficient air conditioning unit was turned off. As a result, a gentle murmur of fans moved through the bedroom to the living room, helping to circulate the air coming in through the windows.
He wasn’t in bed yet. Lately I had found myself more and more frequently turning down the sheets by myself, though it took a while before I could fall asleep. What was he doing? He was on the computer, looking up facts, talking to friends half-way across the world, jacking off to porn. Not that I’m opposed to porn. I just wish he’d share his porn time with me. Why be ashamed? Hell, I love good porn. Even silly, meant-to-be-goofy porn can get me off. I’m easy and I know it!
Instead of cuddling together in bed and snogging on each other, I occasionally fiddled with my clit until I fell asleep, and he tugged on his penis underneath his desk for a few hours. Needless to say, our sex life was lame, if not non-existent. But fear not, dear readers, for this becomes a happier tale.
I didn’t notice when the dreams first started, but they were good ones. Sex dreams. The kind that make you late for work because you absolutely have to spend an extra ten minutes in the shower, getting yourself off as you recall each delicious detail. Naughty dreams. Whips and chains and ties of all sorts. Textures and tastes. As I said, I didn’t notice when they started, but I swear I had one every night for over a week. After a while I needed a fuck so badly that just the act of slipping under the sheets at night had me tingling and immediately reaching beneath my underwear.
And here is where I break out of my narrative and let you behind the scenes. Why he changed his ways, or what motivated him that first night, I may never ask. But after I was asleep, he skipped his routine porn surf for the night. I said it before, there’s nothing wrong with porn, but he was more interested in flesh and blood, and as he touched me through the covers, he wanted me. He wanted to touch and taste and fuck. Maybe, just for fun, he decided to see if he could do it without waking me. And I’m a very heavy sleeper.
*****
Let me know if you're interested by responding here or PMing me your email address.
Many Thanks!
