spankmytentacle
Imaginary Playmate
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- Jul 22, 2016
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When I published my first stories 10 years ago, I was fortunate to find a stunningly effective and patient editor who really helped me. Unfortunately, she seems to have moved on, and when I came back to writing recently I could not get ahold of her. (MistressJoanna, wherever you are, I will always be grateful for your help.)
I'm looking for an editor or reader to proof and comment on several short stories I have in the pipeline. Ideally I'd like someone who knows something about the psychological aspects of dominants/submissives, and also something about lesbian sex. So, if you fit that bill or you know someone, can you help me or perhaps hook me up? [EDIT] And, oh yeah, there's some incest in some of my stories. And some nonhuman creature-type contact. And possession. And some mild bondage and mild mind control. So, if you're put off by any of that, maybe not your ideal material. [/EDIT]
Some of my (unedited) prose:
For some reason, I looked past her to the nightstand, and her sleep mask caught my eye. “Are you having trouble sleeping again, mom? I know that was a thing for a while, but I thought you had it fixed.” She looked over at the nightstand.
“Oh, that,” she said. “Just a bit, you know.” She cupped my right breast with her right hand and rolled my nipple back and forth between her fingers. She smiled at me, then looked down at my naked body, pressed against hers, waiting to be used by her. “Probably my guilty conscience.”
I'm looking for an editor or reader to proof and comment on several short stories I have in the pipeline. Ideally I'd like someone who knows something about the psychological aspects of dominants/submissives, and also something about lesbian sex. So, if you fit that bill or you know someone, can you help me or perhaps hook me up? [EDIT] And, oh yeah, there's some incest in some of my stories. And some nonhuman creature-type contact. And possession. And some mild bondage and mild mind control. So, if you're put off by any of that, maybe not your ideal material. [/EDIT]
Some of my (unedited) prose:
For some reason, I looked past her to the nightstand, and her sleep mask caught my eye. “Are you having trouble sleeping again, mom? I know that was a thing for a while, but I thought you had it fixed.” She looked over at the nightstand.
“Oh, that,” she said. “Just a bit, you know.” She cupped my right breast with her right hand and rolled my nipple back and forth between her fingers. She smiled at me, then looked down at my naked body, pressed against hers, waiting to be used by her. “Probably my guilty conscience.”
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