Hi. My name is gina and I need an editor.

[average gina]

Hi.

I have written three stories. One is a group gathering by an unknown overseer. The four people do not know each other. The second is about a man who lets his best friend find out, rather abruptly, that he is a sub and her reaction to it. The third is a continuation with the female character and the sub's mistress. I am considering making two different series of them. There is submission, lesbian sex, and women using dildos in the stories, so I am looking for someone who will be able to edit them grammatically and in a 'fit right' sense. My future stories may include reluctance and gay (male) sex. The operative word is 'may'.

I will post a portion of each story in this thread to see if anyone is interested. I apologize in advance for offending anyone that reads them. I think that it may be grammatically correct and I am anal when it comes to spelling so that may not be a problem either. I just want to know there's an arousal level and that the stories fit right.

My signature will include a link to my poetry so you can see a different point of view. I guess I wrote this so extensively so you, the editor, can see how I do think and write.

Yeah, I have a split personality. I'm a freak in ladies' clothing.

Please pm me! I'm so thrilled to see if anyone is interested.

Thanks googogs and bunches for considering editing me.

 

[average gina]

Wow! He's a slave!

Here is a part of one of my stories:


Pepper reached open and hugged me warmly. “Yes, he talks about you, too,” she said in my ear. Why her alto refined voice shook me inside, I don’t know. How could she have a southern and a British accent at the same time?

I do remember the embrace being a little long for people who have never met, but I felt like I was hugging a sister. When we released, we took a step back to assess each other. Her large, amber eyes pierced into my nearly black almonds. The lines of her face were architectural, except for lips that ached to be nibbled on for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Her face was angelically draped with long, thick, honey-colored curls. I almost cringed, wanting to hide my soft jaw line, my button nose, my Native descendants showing up in my cheekbones and lips that can compete with Angelina Jolie. Pepper reached for my hair, feeling the thin dreadlocks that covered my ears, forehead and nape, smiling with approval.

Her body was the consummate midnight snack, breasts that were naturally sculpted under a green silk tank and dark tight jeans that had melted and cured on her slim legs ending in peach stilettos. I suddenly felt underdressed. My body, reminiscent of Queen Latifah, was draped in an oversized tee shirt and loose-fitting jeans with my running shoes.

We kicked it for a while, the three of us drinking and dancing happily. Eventually, we were all pretty buzzed, feeling good and Pepper and I acted like we were closer friends than she and Oz were. It was late when things changed. “Patsy,” Oz said, nudging my side, “Pepper and I have something we want to show you.” He started sounding a little giddy when he said, “Well, I’ve wanted to show you for some time. I’ve been talking to Pepper about it and we decided to tell you. Now.”

I looked at Oz quizzically, my eyebrow perked upward. “Tell me what?”

“We want to take you out.”

I look around, the small club buzzing with energy. I turned to him, still confused. “We ain’t out now?” I slightly slurred.

Oz, a solid six inches over the both of us looked down at Pepper. My gaze turned to Pepper long enough to see the end of her nod. I looked back at him. “Waiting… Tick tock, mother fucker, tick tock,” I teased jokingly.

The air around us suddenly changed. I did the tennis match look, switching from Oz to Pepper rapidly, waiting for an answer. Pepper finally spoke. “Patsy, join Oz and me at my place.” My buzz disappeared as my warning lights shot up. “We can finish what we started there.” I’m open-minded—okay, I’m nosy—so, after a moment of hesitation, I nodded and we headed out.

After we entered the door of her loft style apartment, she allowed me to enter first. Once we were all in, I walked further into the space. Pepper closed the door and I heard a THWAP followed a quiet gasp and a low thud behind me. I turned around and suddenly understood the weird vibe I was getting from them. Oz was on his knees, looking down, Pepper was strapping a collar on him. She looked at me and I felt naked as she boldly gazed up and down my body.

“My boy said that he wanted you to see him like this,” Pepper said, slowly stroking Oz’s baldhead. You could have blown me away.

 

[average gina]

Spades

Here is the story of the group sex. I initially give a lengthy description of each participant. Hopefully, you will want to see the rest of the story when you read this part. A teaser, if you will.

“Master told me to inspect you three before I undress.” She walked in front of Ian, leaned down and kissed him hard as she reached for his erect cock. Chloe began to grasp his hand that was fisting his cock and helped him stroke for a few seconds. Ian was getting into the kiss when Chloe pulled back and moved away, releasing his cock. She turned to Sebastian and then walked toward him. She stopped in front of him and repeated the method, hungrily kissing and stroking Sebastian. As she moved away, Sebastian reached for her long black hair wanting to let the kiss linger. Chloe pulled away and looked at him intensely. Sebastian looked at her just as intensely. Chloe won the stare down because Sebastian cringed then turned away. Chloe stood straight and moved to Janice, knowing her weak spot. Janice looked up, her small lips opening to kiss Chloe just as passionately when Chloe shook her head. Janice became confused as Chloe traced her jaw line with her finger. Chloe then lowered her face as she pulled Janice’s right tit out of her bra and began circling the nipple with her tongue. Janice nearly fell apart, knowing the mastermind must have told Chloe her weak spot. A couple of seconds later, Chloe moved to the other tit, flicking her tongue over and around Janice’s nipple. Janice stopped herself from grabbing her head to continue.

Chloe had to stop herself too. She knew there was plenty of time for this and Master was waiting. She pulled herself away, glancing intensely at Janice a moment too long before completely standing and walking away. Chloe stood at the opening of the great room when Janice, a whore for hot shoes, nearly came at Chloe’s fuck-me heels. Chloe unzipped her pants at the side and peeled out of them, a harness underneath with a thong back. Ian gawked, Sebastian smiled, and Janice’s mouth formed an “O”.

Chloe reached over to a series of switches and flicked one up. That switch was the start of the game.

“Hello ladies and gentlemen.” Everyone heard the electronically masked voice resound throughout the room. Chloe grinned while the others looked around for unseen speakers. The voice sounded as if the voice were in their ear. “You all know why you are here. All of you being bisexual, you are not ashamed to have sex with perfect strangers. You all have been tested, so you need not worry about that. I will be watching you throughout this and, if you please me, as I am sure you will, this will continue. And I am watching all of you. Janice, you have on a lovely two-piece and I am pleased. I knew you would please me.” She blushed profusely.

“Now that is quite a surprise. You blush so beautifully, darling.” A pause hung in the air for a moment. “Sebastian, you were to leave on your underwear. For that, you will not have a climax tonight. Climax tonight and you will not be able to return.” Another pause. “I take that back. If you climax, Chloe will not be able to return. And your next experience will be sexually unpleasant.” Sebastian visibly cowered when Chloe looked at him, her emerald green eyes stabbing him with fear.

“Ian, you sweet boy. You’re looking more striking than I pictured you in my mind.” Ian nodded, stroking continuously. “I am sure you have taken a good, long look at each other and have pictured the things you want to do. All in due time.”

“Enough of my being pompous and overbearing. I am looking forward to a good show. You may now speak freely after I make this initial decision. I am thinking of a number between one and twenty. The closest will be used first.”

“Two.”

“Fourteen.”

“Twenty.”

“Eight.”

 

[average gina]

The first taste of girl

Here is the beginning of the lesbian story.

I’m about to do something I’ve never done before. I’m about to go down on a woman.

No big deal. I have a pussy, I know what I’d want. Hell, I’ve even tasted myself. Frankly, my shit tastes good. After gently spanking my clit to a climax that brought me to tears, I pulled my middle finger from my pussy and looked at its puckered, wet skin. After a second, I tapped my fingertip against my tongue. That was like licking a piece of lemon candy: it sort of has no taste to it until the lemon tang hit the back of my throat. Cum had spread over my tongue slowly like lava. It amazed me! I was nervous about tasting my juices, but now I understand why men love going down on women.

“May I try going down on you?”

“What?” she gasped crisply, hearing me, but wanting to be sure.

I decided to treat it as sexing myself. She is a close friend of mine and we think the same on certain things so this really is not a problem. I looked into her liquid eyes intensely. “May I try going down on you?” I asked more slowly this time, my southern drawl more noticeable. To tell her that she finally has convinced me through her lesbian escapades, I moved closer, putting my hands on her knees. “Please.”

Pepper’s surprised look melted into allure. “Are you quite sure?” she said, her southern-softened British accent lingering in the air. The look in her eyes confirmed how long she’s been waiting for me to broach the subject. Since she did not want to push me away, she patiently waited. From the heat of those tawny eyes, she has waited for quite some time.

I stood still. After a moment of reflection, then tossing my morals aside, I lowered my head and nodded. “Yes,” I told her, quietly, resolutely for the both of us. “I really want to,” I said, stronger, clearer. Then I decided that if I am going to do it, I would slowly, taking her dominatrix control away from this. We are friends as well as equals and strong-willed women. We both own sex slaves-she has a few women and one guy that I know of and I have a few men, so it’s only fair that she and I struggle for control over the other. If ever there were a woman I wanted to do some southern dining on, it would be her. Goodness knows she’s tried to tempt me enough. I want to make her succumb just this once.

I stood up, taking her hand as she followed me to my bedroom. The moment I release her hand, she removed her shoes and began to peel her melted, black, buttery leather pants. In one gesture, Pepper sat, slid back and laid on the bed. She moved like a cat all the time, but that move made me think she was a white tigress. Her pearl body is a complimentary contrast to my chocolate-chip-cookie toned skin.

I imagined my body before me, dreaming what I’d want a man to do. We are both the same height, 5’8”, which draws attention when we go out, my being the carbon copy of her, but I admire her legs much more. “Open your legs, please.”

 

[average gina]

Did I say, "Please?"

Shucks. Did I say please? Maybe I wasn't humble enough. Is there spinach in my teeth? Please? With sugar on top? How about please with hot sauce on top... Will that do it? Okay, I'm gonna shut up. Shucks. I read some of my stuff and saw some tense booboos and a typo.

Just in case y'all didn't see it... please?

 

[LadyCibelle]

Shucks. Did I say please? Maybe I wasn't humble enough. Is there spinach in my teeth? Please? With sugar on top? How about please with hot sauce on top... Will that do it? Okay, I'm gonna shut up. Shucks. I read some of my stuff and saw some tense booboos and a typo.

Just in case y'all didn't see it... please?

Hi Gina

Have you tried the Volunteer Editors list? If not I'd recommend you go there first.
Yeah I know the list isn't perfect and some writers complain that the editors either don't answer at all or disapear into thin air after a while but still...you could maybe try there.

There's also the stickie on here called "alternate editors" that I started. There are some people who gave their name as wanting to edit...you might want to send them a short word asking for their help maybe.

 

[Captain Midnight]

LadyCibelle is a fine editor, I work for her

I am starting to work for LadyCibelle as an assistant ("alternate") editor. If you want to submite your work to her, she may pass it on to me. She is my boss, and she sends stories to me when she does not have the time to edit them herself. She is one of the great editors in Literotica, and I am learning from her. If I become a full-fledged editor, it will be after a good apprenticeship with her.

I can handle some topics LadyCibelle does not wish to handle (F/F, for one).

If you want to contact LadyCibelle and ask her if she wants to edit your stories herself or ask her to delegate to me, I will be glad to work with you at her request. LadyCibelle is extremely popular and gets many requests from some of the best writers ... as well as people like me, who read her essays on editing and felt she had the highest standards. In public, she has stated that a computer crash has caused her many problems, so she may be willing to delegate.

If you want to learn more about my work, please ask her.

I would recommend getting in touch with her (or another editor of your choice) through direct contact or through the Volunteer Editor's link on the mainpage, and sending the stories privately rather than posting them on message boards.

Good luck.

Captain Midnight