SamuraiSword
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Greetings,
I'm seeking an editor to help me with three new chapters for a story I posted in May "The Lieutenant's Adventure" -- http://english.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=458635&page=submissions
The new chapters expand on the lesbianism theme and incorporate aspects of mind control, group sex, and hosiery fetish. The editor of my first story (The Powder) and of chapter one of this story recently started a new job and cannot handle 35 pages of new material at this time.
Please contact me if you are interested. I'm including a small passage from chapter 2 below.
Thanks,
SamuraiSword
Text: The wee morning hours found our little group at Tropical Rain nightclub. We were all having fun drinking and dancing. Around 1:30 a.m. Nick and Linda began discussing checking out a new place a few blocks away. I had kept my power under tight control, but I knew the special moment had not passed. I allowed my persuasion to radiate once again. Monica was seated to my right and I turned to her. “Hey girl, you look really, really tired.” She actually looked wide awake just before I made the statement.
Monica’s eyelids drooped and her shoulders sagged noticeably. She placed her hand in front of her mouth just in time to cover an enormous yawn. “Yeah, I’m really beat.”
Joe cried out, “Ah, party pooper! Come on, the night is young!”
Monica glanced at me and I shook my head in a tiny motion imperceptible to our friends.
She yawned again, “Nope, I just can’t make it any further. I’m sorry to drag everybody down.”
I quickly stepped in. “It’s okay, I’m tired too.” I looked at our companions. “Why don’t you three go ahead without us? I’ll ride in the cab with Monica back to her place, then walk down to you guys apartment. I’ll just crash on your couch until I’m sober enough to drive home.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, don’t worry about us. Enjoy the rest of the evening.”
With that, I stood and offered my hand to Monica. “Come m’lady. Your chariot awaits!” She slipped her hand in mine and we walked outside.
We stepped to the curb and I hailed a passing taxi. As the cab pulled up, I looked at Monica, “Well, the fresh night air seems to have done you a world of good. You don’t look so sleepy anymore.”
Monica immediately stood straighter and with a look of mild confusion said, “Yes, I actually feel great now.”
Before she had time to reconsider, I opened the taxi door, slid my hand down the small of her back and gave her a gentle push. She entered the cab without resistance.
I'm seeking an editor to help me with three new chapters for a story I posted in May "The Lieutenant's Adventure" -- http://english.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=458635&page=submissions
The new chapters expand on the lesbianism theme and incorporate aspects of mind control, group sex, and hosiery fetish. The editor of my first story (The Powder) and of chapter one of this story recently started a new job and cannot handle 35 pages of new material at this time.
Please contact me if you are interested. I'm including a small passage from chapter 2 below.
Thanks,
SamuraiSword
Text: The wee morning hours found our little group at Tropical Rain nightclub. We were all having fun drinking and dancing. Around 1:30 a.m. Nick and Linda began discussing checking out a new place a few blocks away. I had kept my power under tight control, but I knew the special moment had not passed. I allowed my persuasion to radiate once again. Monica was seated to my right and I turned to her. “Hey girl, you look really, really tired.” She actually looked wide awake just before I made the statement.
Monica’s eyelids drooped and her shoulders sagged noticeably. She placed her hand in front of her mouth just in time to cover an enormous yawn. “Yeah, I’m really beat.”
Joe cried out, “Ah, party pooper! Come on, the night is young!”
Monica glanced at me and I shook my head in a tiny motion imperceptible to our friends.
She yawned again, “Nope, I just can’t make it any further. I’m sorry to drag everybody down.”
I quickly stepped in. “It’s okay, I’m tired too.” I looked at our companions. “Why don’t you three go ahead without us? I’ll ride in the cab with Monica back to her place, then walk down to you guys apartment. I’ll just crash on your couch until I’m sober enough to drive home.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, don’t worry about us. Enjoy the rest of the evening.”
With that, I stood and offered my hand to Monica. “Come m’lady. Your chariot awaits!” She slipped her hand in mine and we walked outside.
We stepped to the curb and I hailed a passing taxi. As the cab pulled up, I looked at Monica, “Well, the fresh night air seems to have done you a world of good. You don’t look so sleepy anymore.”
Monica immediately stood straighter and with a look of mild confusion said, “Yes, I actually feel great now.”
Before she had time to reconsider, I opened the taxi door, slid my hand down the small of her back and gave her a gentle push. She entered the cab without resistance.
