Lying Eyes
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- Dec 16, 2001
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I'm having problems with over doing it with the words: I, my, her in all three of my stories which are written in first person point of view.
Any sugestions in order to get me from being so reliant on those words? Or any advise in general when writing in first person POV?
Here is a paragraph from my last story "The Truth Shall Set You Free" which illustrates my dependence on using them:
(I) opened my mouth wider and sucked (her) stiffening nipple into (my) mouth as (my) tongue played with the sensitive areola. (My) teeth lightly grazed the rigid nipple as tongue and nipple met tip to tip. (I) could spend all night there but unspoiled treasures awaited discovery. (I) released (my) lips from (her) nipple as (my) tongue licked downwards. (My) tongue paused to lather underneath the breasts and continued down the path of glory. (My) tongue stopped at (her) cute belly button, it probed inside the small hole leaving a trace of moisture from (my) tongue. (My) hands caressed (her) breasts and pinched (her) nipples as she lay on the bed. Once again, (I) continued until (I) reached (her) panties. What marvelous panties! They matched (her) bra with lovely red flowers embroidered on the black fabric. As (I) did with (her) bra (I) gave each red rose a soft peck. (I) heard a moan come from (her) lips and she whispered, "Please." (I) smiled; soon (I) would kiss the prettiest flower of all
Any sugestions in order to get me from being so reliant on those words? Or any advise in general when writing in first person POV?
Here is a paragraph from my last story "The Truth Shall Set You Free" which illustrates my dependence on using them:
(I) opened my mouth wider and sucked (her) stiffening nipple into (my) mouth as (my) tongue played with the sensitive areola. (My) teeth lightly grazed the rigid nipple as tongue and nipple met tip to tip. (I) could spend all night there but unspoiled treasures awaited discovery. (I) released (my) lips from (her) nipple as (my) tongue licked downwards. (My) tongue paused to lather underneath the breasts and continued down the path of glory. (My) tongue stopped at (her) cute belly button, it probed inside the small hole leaving a trace of moisture from (my) tongue. (My) hands caressed (her) breasts and pinched (her) nipples as she lay on the bed. Once again, (I) continued until (I) reached (her) panties. What marvelous panties! They matched (her) bra with lovely red flowers embroidered on the black fabric. As (I) did with (her) bra (I) gave each red rose a soft peck. (I) heard a moan come from (her) lips and she whispered, "Please." (I) smiled; soon (I) would kiss the prettiest flower of all