angela146
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I am looking for an editor to review a 3,500 word story about a bisexual-but-mostly-straight woman seducing an old friend.
This is a very generic story of a first time between friends.
If you are willing to review, please PM me. Thank you!
Sample follows:
I was once asked to recount one of my experiences of seducing or being seduced by a woman. It was easy to do. I’ve been there several times and had some options to choose from. This one was the simplest, most straightforward “seduction” experience I can remember. It also gives me a way of talking about my feelings about women.
A few years ago, I took business trip to another city where an old friend of ours lived. I’ll call her “Kay”. We knew her in college and had stayed good friends over the years. I hadn’t seen her in person in a year or so but we had talked on the phone and shared lots of emails. Over the years, we’ve tried to visit whenever we could but we live far enough apart that it isn’t practical.
Having a client who would pay the travel expenses made things a lot easier. It was in the fall, so hubby couldn’t go with me. Teachers can’t just take a week off when they feel like it.
[More background and setup]
The kitchen wasn’t really designed for two people (actually, it wasn’t designed well at all but that’s another matter). We ended up squeezing past each other, reaching across, brushing against each other and, in general, having a lot of physical contact. As I said, we’re old friends so we weren’t uncomfortable.
In fact, at one point, she leaned on the counter and flexed her shoulders. I almost instinctively stepped behind her and went to give her a shoulder massage. I had given her back rubs on many occasions and it was natural.
As I touched her, it “clicked” in my head. Maybe hubby was right. Maybe it would be fun to get physical - not like he meant it but cuddly. Maybe Kay would like to have the touch of a friend holding her. Maybe she would want more.
At first, as I touched her shoulders, she relaxed with a sigh and a laugh. “Oh, it’s been a long time since I had one of your shoulder massages.”
I continued for a minute or so. We didn’t have anything cooking and there was no rush. She was enjoying it so I stepped around to her side and tapped the counter. Bending forward, she leaned over on her elbows and arms, giving me more of a surface to work with, kind of like an ironing board. I began to give her a full backrub, using the palms of my hands to made gentle, longs strokes.
Sensuality built up slowly between us. It isn’t automatic. I give backrubs to men and women all the time and it doesn’t become a sexual trigger for me unless something else is in the mix.
...
She looked at me, apparently trying to make sure she wasn’t misunderstanding where this was leading and then stretched out on the couch. I sat on the floor by her side and started to give her a real backrub, not the therapeutic muscle relaxing kind but the sensual kind; the kind where the soft touch of a woman’s hand carries love and affection; the kind that arouses and stimulates.
I used my fingertips, tracing the lines of her features; communicating silently with her; telling her that she wasn’t alone in the world. She was loved and maybe more.
At first, my hands stayed within the boundaries of her back, no venturing off to the sides or neck or waist. She stretched and relaxed more. I let my fingertips travel to the collar of her blouse and then to her neck, tracing the edge of her hairline and caressing her neck. That crossed the line. It was now abundantly clear that the sensuality was no accident.
She turned her face to look directly at mine as I sat next to her chest. “You’ve done this before...” she said. It wasn’t a question.
I smiled and said, “yes” as I gently returned my hand to her back. I traced the edges of her bra through the fabric.
...
This is a very generic story of a first time between friends.
If you are willing to review, please PM me. Thank you!
Sample follows:
I was once asked to recount one of my experiences of seducing or being seduced by a woman. It was easy to do. I’ve been there several times and had some options to choose from. This one was the simplest, most straightforward “seduction” experience I can remember. It also gives me a way of talking about my feelings about women.
A few years ago, I took business trip to another city where an old friend of ours lived. I’ll call her “Kay”. We knew her in college and had stayed good friends over the years. I hadn’t seen her in person in a year or so but we had talked on the phone and shared lots of emails. Over the years, we’ve tried to visit whenever we could but we live far enough apart that it isn’t practical.
Having a client who would pay the travel expenses made things a lot easier. It was in the fall, so hubby couldn’t go with me. Teachers can’t just take a week off when they feel like it.
[More background and setup]
The kitchen wasn’t really designed for two people (actually, it wasn’t designed well at all but that’s another matter). We ended up squeezing past each other, reaching across, brushing against each other and, in general, having a lot of physical contact. As I said, we’re old friends so we weren’t uncomfortable.
In fact, at one point, she leaned on the counter and flexed her shoulders. I almost instinctively stepped behind her and went to give her a shoulder massage. I had given her back rubs on many occasions and it was natural.
As I touched her, it “clicked” in my head. Maybe hubby was right. Maybe it would be fun to get physical - not like he meant it but cuddly. Maybe Kay would like to have the touch of a friend holding her. Maybe she would want more.
At first, as I touched her shoulders, she relaxed with a sigh and a laugh. “Oh, it’s been a long time since I had one of your shoulder massages.”
I continued for a minute or so. We didn’t have anything cooking and there was no rush. She was enjoying it so I stepped around to her side and tapped the counter. Bending forward, she leaned over on her elbows and arms, giving me more of a surface to work with, kind of like an ironing board. I began to give her a full backrub, using the palms of my hands to made gentle, longs strokes.
Sensuality built up slowly between us. It isn’t automatic. I give backrubs to men and women all the time and it doesn’t become a sexual trigger for me unless something else is in the mix.
...
She looked at me, apparently trying to make sure she wasn’t misunderstanding where this was leading and then stretched out on the couch. I sat on the floor by her side and started to give her a real backrub, not the therapeutic muscle relaxing kind but the sensual kind; the kind where the soft touch of a woman’s hand carries love and affection; the kind that arouses and stimulates.
I used my fingertips, tracing the lines of her features; communicating silently with her; telling her that she wasn’t alone in the world. She was loved and maybe more.
At first, my hands stayed within the boundaries of her back, no venturing off to the sides or neck or waist. She stretched and relaxed more. I let my fingertips travel to the collar of her blouse and then to her neck, tracing the edge of her hairline and caressing her neck. That crossed the line. It was now abundantly clear that the sensuality was no accident.
She turned her face to look directly at mine as I sat next to her chest. “You’ve done this before...” she said. It wasn’t a question.
I smiled and said, “yes” as I gently returned my hand to her back. I traced the edges of her bra through the fabric.
...
