firesflair
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ok, some quick facts about the story, as it is so far. it has two or three distinct settings (home, street, club) and two sex scenes, the first the main character peeps on, the second (a threesome) she participates on. I have written it as the background for a possible series (I plan on writing more chapters).
what I'm looking for in an editor is some one who can help me develop my story(s), since I know I need help. I also need an editor who is willing to answer lots of questions, since I probably will be asking "why" a lot (I have a need to understand). I am still open to change and improvement for my story. I've never written sex scenes before this, and have very little personal experience.
so, as I've nothing else to add here is the first part of my story (all comments welcome on it) written in Canadian English for the most part (extra 'u' in some words, like colour/color)
Should I go, I wondered. The party at the “High Savanna” was only a few hours away. Plenty of time to get ready, if only I could make up my mind. Why shouldn’t I go. It would be a blast, pure music, sweating bodies and movement. No worried of what people might think. A time to relax and recharge. To be able to let loose. Yes, I think I'll go. I stood up and headed to the washroom to take a shower and start my efforts to be ready for the party.
As I finished drying my freshly shaved body I moved to my bedroom, mentally figuring out what I would wear. As I went to pull out the top contenders from my closet I saw a shirt I had completely forgotten about. It was a dark green, double layered, shirt; the outer layer was all lace, with long sleeves, and a t-shirt neckline, the second layer was soft, basically a tank top, but didn’t cling. It wouldn’t slide up and was very elegant, I could where a bra (as my largish breasts require to dance without discomfort), and would look really sexy. Then I grabbed it, my black skort, and under clothes to top it all off I picked out a belt, a couple pieces of jewelry and got dressed. As I left my room my stomach grumbled, it was 6pm, and lunch was hours past, so I decided to heat last nights leftovers, before doing my make-up.
A while later, after the routine dinner clean-up, I stopped to look out my window, as I often did, to look at the nonexistent view - the neighbouring apartment building. It reminded me I wasn’t alone. And sometimes I got a front row to a free show. Like tonight. I was already very horny, but this pushed me over the edge. The man directly across the street from me was fucking some chick, quite inventively. my right hand moved across my breast, but it wasn’t enough, so it slid down under my shirt to my other breast to tease the perking nipple. My left hand slid down my side to my belt, releasing it, then entered my skort, passed under the thong to caress my sensitive, bagging clit. He was cupping her breasts with both of his hands teasing the nipples at odd intervals, causing her to moan though I could not hear it, and toss her head back. He had her pressed against the wall beside the window, her legs rapped around him, as he thrust himself into her. I sat down in the nearest chair, no longer able to stand and watch them. Using my fingers I brought myself to a delicious climax, my moans low, long, and satisfied as every movement I made sent more little shocks coursing through my body. Oh god, blissful agony.
what I'm looking for in an editor is some one who can help me develop my story(s), since I know I need help. I also need an editor who is willing to answer lots of questions, since I probably will be asking "why" a lot (I have a need to understand). I am still open to change and improvement for my story. I've never written sex scenes before this, and have very little personal experience.
so, as I've nothing else to add here is the first part of my story (all comments welcome on it) written in Canadian English for the most part (extra 'u' in some words, like colour/color)
Should I go, I wondered. The party at the “High Savanna” was only a few hours away. Plenty of time to get ready, if only I could make up my mind. Why shouldn’t I go. It would be a blast, pure music, sweating bodies and movement. No worried of what people might think. A time to relax and recharge. To be able to let loose. Yes, I think I'll go. I stood up and headed to the washroom to take a shower and start my efforts to be ready for the party.
As I finished drying my freshly shaved body I moved to my bedroom, mentally figuring out what I would wear. As I went to pull out the top contenders from my closet I saw a shirt I had completely forgotten about. It was a dark green, double layered, shirt; the outer layer was all lace, with long sleeves, and a t-shirt neckline, the second layer was soft, basically a tank top, but didn’t cling. It wouldn’t slide up and was very elegant, I could where a bra (as my largish breasts require to dance without discomfort), and would look really sexy. Then I grabbed it, my black skort, and under clothes to top it all off I picked out a belt, a couple pieces of jewelry and got dressed. As I left my room my stomach grumbled, it was 6pm, and lunch was hours past, so I decided to heat last nights leftovers, before doing my make-up.
A while later, after the routine dinner clean-up, I stopped to look out my window, as I often did, to look at the nonexistent view - the neighbouring apartment building. It reminded me I wasn’t alone. And sometimes I got a front row to a free show. Like tonight. I was already very horny, but this pushed me over the edge. The man directly across the street from me was fucking some chick, quite inventively. my right hand moved across my breast, but it wasn’t enough, so it slid down under my shirt to my other breast to tease the perking nipple. My left hand slid down my side to my belt, releasing it, then entered my skort, passed under the thong to caress my sensitive, bagging clit. He was cupping her breasts with both of his hands teasing the nipples at odd intervals, causing her to moan though I could not hear it, and toss her head back. He had her pressed against the wall beside the window, her legs rapped around him, as he thrust himself into her. I sat down in the nearest chair, no longer able to stand and watch them. Using my fingers I brought myself to a delicious climax, my moans low, long, and satisfied as every movement I made sent more little shocks coursing through my body. Oh god, blissful agony.
