Re-written.

[MALIBUMAN666]

Hi
I've just been emailed and told that someone is going to post one of my stories that he/she has rewritten. I don't mind, I think it might be quite interesting... although maybe when I've read it I'll change my mind??

Anyway, I was just wondering if this sort of thing is normal around here?

 

[jomar]

It comes up from time to time, but proper etiquette is to ask the original author if it's okay to rewrite/follow-up/expand/etc their story.

 

[bronzeage]

A lot of authors share characters and story lines, but it usually comes from friendship between the two. Its more of a collaboration.

Fanfic is flattering but the product is usually very lame. I would hope the fanficker acknowledges the original if the story is posted.

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

Every art I know of shares periods where the imitation is indistinguishable from the original.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

To have someone be inspired by your work to create their own is flattering; to have someone try on your style to develop their skills is educational. To have someone decide, unbidden and un-approved, to re-write your work is potentially a concantenation of plagiarism and insult. I'd ask the other writer why he deemed it necessary to re-write someone else's work.

 

[amber03]

To have someone be inspired by your work to create their own is flattering; to have someone try on your style to develop their skills is educational. To have someone decide, unbidden and un-approved, to re-write your work is potentially a concantenation of plagiarism and insult. I'd ask the other writer why he deemed it necessary to re-write someone else's work.

I agree, wholeheartedly. I think it is incredibly flattering to have some who is truly inspired by your work and who wants to try on your style. However, I don't think I'd like it too much if someone wanted to rewrite one of my stories - it dampens the uniqueness that is 'you.'

 

[Boxlicker101]

Hi
I've just been emailed and told that someone is going to post one of my stories that he/she has rewritten. I don't mind, I think it might be quite interesting... although maybe when I've read it I'll change my mind??

Anyway, I was just wondering if this sort of thing is normal around here?

People rewrite my work and claim it for themselves all the time. I usually call them plagiarists or pirates and curse and revile them, but to no avail.

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

To have someone be inspired by your work to create their own is flattering; to have someone try on your style to develop their skills is educational. To have someone decide, unbidden and un-approved, to re-write your work is potentially a concantenation of plagiarism and insult. I'd ask the other writer why he deemed it necessary to re-write someone else's work.

My guess is the original totally sucked and a re-write is a challenge. This is my sentiment about Stephen King's IT; so much potential and soooo fucked up! It begs and cries for a re-write. And who lost their effing mind and cast Richard Thomas in the movie!

 

[sr71plt]

Hi
I've just been emailed and told that someone is going to post one of my stories that he/she has rewritten. I don't mind, I think it might be quite interesting... although maybe when I've read it I'll change my mind??

Anyway, I was just wondering if this sort of thing is normal around here?

I'd take an intent to "rewrite" as an insult. To use it as inspiration to write something of their own I'd take as a compliment.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

My guess is the original totally sucked and a re-write is a challenge. This is my sentiment about Stephen King's IT; so much potential and soooo fucked up! It begs and cries for a re-write. And who lost their effing mind and cast Richard Thomas in the movie!

Stephen King really blew it with IT, I agree. But Write your own story; don't re-write his. Too bad he wasted a good idea.

 

[Guest]

I'd take an intent to "rewrite" as an insult. To use it as inspiration to write something of their own I'd take as a compliment.

This was my thought on this, as well.

 

[MagicaPractica]

Hi
I've just been emailed and told that someone is going to post one of my stories that he/she has rewritten. I don't mind, I think it might be quite interesting... although maybe when I've read it I'll change my mind??

Anyway, I was just wondering if this sort of thing is normal around here?

I think it's normal in the respect that people seem to want to do so, or do so, fairly often. However, if they bother to post in here and ask if it's okay to do, we generally suggest that they use it as inspiration and write their own story.

 

[driphoney]

I've obviously been under a rock the last few years. I've never even heard of such thing. I can't imagine taking someone's idea, their characters and re-writing their story. I have often not wanted a story to end when it's over and sort of daydreamed the future. I can see taking off from that point, and I guess that's what we call 'fanfic'? I'd be afraid if someone stole my characters and redid my story, they'd do a much better job! I'd cry.

 

[Boxlicker101]

I've obviously been under a rock the last few years. I've never even heard of such thing. I can't imagine taking someone's idea, their characters and re-writing their story. I have often not wanted a story to end when it's over and sort of daydreamed the future. I can see taking off from that point, and I guess that's what we call 'fanfic'? I'd be afraid if someone stole my characters and redid my story, they'd do a much better job! I'd cry.

It's a fairly common thing. My young grandchildren have many books, mostly produced by Disney Corp., where a classic, such as "The Prince and the Pauper" is rewritten with Disney characters for very young readers. Of course, the stories are probably in the Public Domain, so there is no copyright issue.

 

[sr71plt]

Yes, well, the point is that nothing posted to Lit. is in the public domain.

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

I've obviously been under a rock the last few years. I've never even heard of such thing. I can't imagine taking someone's idea, their characters and re-writing their story. I have often not wanted a story to end when it's over and sort of daydreamed the future. I can see taking off from that point, and I guess that's what we call 'fanfic'? I'd be afraid if someone stole my characters and redid my story, they'd do a much better job! I'd cry.

I invite you to compare Joel Chandler Harris and Zora Hurston.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

I invite you to compare Joel Chandler Harris and Zora Hurston.

Re-writing folklore is fair game; there is no original creation to steal. Inspiration from existing tales is also honest creativity. But I'm still not comfortable with merely "re-writing" another's original tale.

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

Re-writing folklore is fair game; there is no original creation to steal. Inspiration from existing tales is also honest creativity. But I'm still not comfortable with merely "re-writing" another's original tale.

I think its legitimate improvement, if it is in fact better.

The first Rolls-Royce was a re-manufactured competitor's model. One of the partner's, I dont recall who it was, was severely annoyed with the quality of the machine, and had his shop make it from scratch.

Like I said, Stephen King's IT begs to be severely edited and re-packaged. Ditto for anything written by Theodore Dreiser or Thomas Wolfe.

 

[MALIBUMAN666]

Well, here is the original


Option 'A' or option 'B'?
by MALIBUMAN666©

I don't know why, but every so often I get this overwhelming urge to cum inside my Wife/Mistress and for her to sit on my face and make me lick her beautiful pussy clean. The thing is, like anything, the more I don't get what I want, the more I want it, until it becomes almost an obsession.

Once a month my Wife becomes my Mistress for an hour, but in that scenario she decides where and when I get to cum and it's very rarely inside her. In between sessions I sometimes try to subtly remind her of my desires, but the thing is a big part of it is the fact that she's making me do it, so me directly asking for it kind of ruins it. In the past I have tried to ask her while we're actually having sex, but mostly it just won't come out of my mouth. I've sometimes looked at her pussy after we've had sex and seen my cum staring to ooze out of her and wanted to bury my face between her legs, but I always hesitate and besides it just wouldn't be the same.

On the occasions my Wife/Mistress has obliged me I have absolutely loved the feeling of her well fucked pussy sitting over my face, dripping cum into my mouth as I plunge my tongue as deep inside her as I can. The only bit I don't like is when she gets off and I wonder how long it will be until I get to enjoy that feeling again.

I don't blame my Wife, I'm sure she would oblige me more often if I asked her to, but as I said, that kind of spoils it. The thing is... for whatever reason, I don't think she spends as much time thinking about this kind of thing as I do. It's a (slight) mismatch of kinkiness I guess, added to the usual general crap of life and all it's many distractions. Things that are perhaps not so important can easily be forgotten. I utterly adore her though, but sometimes it's a little frustrating.

This last week the urge has become very strong, intense even, and the other day I tried another subtle reminder. She apologised for forgetting again and told me that maybe our upcoming session would sate my hunger for cum filled pussy. Being as we were within a few days of that session I was not allowed to cum anyway, so I could only wait and hope.

- - -

Towards the end of the session, Mistress was bringing me close to orgasm yet again, and then stopping to let me cool down. She had already allowed me to lick her beautiful ass and push my tongue inside her tight hole, and now she looked down at me where I lay, spread eagled on my back and tied to all four bedposts, with a deliciously evil glint in her eye.

"So slave, why don't you tell your Mistress exactly what you would like me to do to you now?"

"It's not for me to decide Mistress." I hissed as her long fingernails dug into my engorged shaft.

Mistress chuckled to herself, she was pleased with how well I handled myself in session. She pumped my cock, bringing me closer and closer to the point of no return.

"Well....truth is slave, you don't need to tell me. I know what you really want." With her free hand she squeezed her left breast and then slid her hand between her legs and used her fingers to push her pussy lips apart, giving me a nice view of the pink, wet flesh. "Truth is, we both know, don't we?"

I groaned appreciatively and Mistress began to pump my cock harder. She got up on her knees and swung herself over me and then rubbed the tip of my straining cock against her sodden cunt lips.

"Are you ready to cum now slave?" She asked.

"If it pleases you Mistress." I said through gritted teeth, though the truth was that her permission would soon be a formality.

Mistress pumped my cock a few more times, counting down from ten to one. We both knew that I was obliged to cum before she reached one otherwise I would be in serious trouble. When she reached seven she quickly slipped my cock inside her and she rode me as hard as she could down to one. I bucked on the bed, emptying my balls inside her in great streams, hoping desperately that she would 'force' me to lick her pussy clean before she released me.

Instead, when I was finished, she pulled herself up off my spent cock and stood astride my torso. Already my spunk was visible on her pussy lips and as she spoke to me it started to drip onto my chest. She pushed her fingers either side of her pink lips and squeezed them together, encouraging more of the cum to fall out onto my chest.

"Look at that slave, isn't it beautiful?"

"Yes Mistress."

"That's what you've been craving isn't it slave, a cum filled pussy for you to lick?"

I licked my lips in anticipation.

"Yes Mistress."

"What would you do to be allowed to lick my pussy now slave?"

"Anything Mistress."

"Really slave, that's a very dangerous word to use. That's the sort of promise that could find you getting a big, hard cock down your throat."

"I'm sorry Mistress. What would you wish me to do?"

Mistress had her middle finger in her pussy now and the remainder of my juice had all but dripped onto my chest.

"Well slave. Seeing as you can't control your urges, and you always want me to sit on your face after you've emptied your balls inside me..."

"Not always.....Mistress!" I blurted out.

She reached down and took my empty balls in a firm grip.

"Don't interrupt me when I'm speaking. You will be punished for that later....and don't lie to me either slave. I can see it in your eyes. All the time you're fucking me you're wondering, hoping that I'll sit on your face and let you clean me up. It's written all over your face."

My cheeks flushed, she let go off my balls and straightened up. She looks so amazing like that, standing over me.

"Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, seeing as you can't control your urges, and you always want me to sit on your face after you've emptied your balls inside me, I have decided that it is time for you to make a decision."

I gulped, quite loudly, which caused her to smirk a little.

"Either you choose option A or option B."

I looked up at her, confusion writ large across my face.

"But don't worry slave, I don't expect you to chose blind. So here it is. If you chose option 'A' then right now you get to clean my pussy with your tongue. I know that most of your cum is now on your chest, but maybe if you beg really well I might rub my pussy in it first. After that you will not ask me to let you do this again. I might very occasionally oblige you if it pleases me to do so, but asking or hinting will only delay this very rare occurrence. And I do mean very rare. Maybe once or twice a year."

Mistress paused a moment to let this information sink in, her fingers rubbing her clit as she studied my face as I took in the implications of option 'A'. She was clearly enjoying this.

"On the other hand, there's option 'B'..."

Another pause as her finger slid inside her soaking wet pussy for a second, then back to her clit, a glistening sheen of our combined juices on her finger and lips.

"If you chose option 'B' then every time you cum you will eat it. If I jerk you off and you come on me you will lick it off, if you come on yourself I will feed it to you with my fingers and then you will lick my fingers clean. If you cum inside me you will lick me clean, not always the same way, sometimes with you on your back sometimes with me on mine, sometimes another way...who knows. And if one day I should relent and allow you to fuck my tight virgin ass, I shall expect you to lick that clean too."

Mistress' finger was still steadily rubbing her clit.

"Think carefully slave. This is not a game. This is your future reality. I am not talking about our little sessions, they will continue as normal. I am talking about every day, every time you cum. And this will be at my discretion. I may chose to end this arrangement at any time, but I promise you this slave, it won't be within the first six months, and I may chose to continue it indefinitely. Think about that slave, every ounce of spunk that shoots out of your cock going down your throat, for six months, a year, five or ten years...maybe forever."

I must have looked quite pale at this point, but Mistress was revelling in my torment and she was close to cumming.

"I will count to ten slave and then I expect a decision. Do you want to be a cumwhore for your Mistress or do you want a life of almost permanent frustration?"

Mistress was gasping now as her own orgasm approached.

"1 - gasp - 2 - 3 - 4 - gasp - 5..."

I watched her frigging her clit wildly and realised I would do anything for her.

"...6 - gasp - 7 - 8 - 9 - gasp - 10, make your choice slave!"

"........Option B, Mistress."

My Wife threw her head back as she came hard, her fingers moving quickly, stopping and then more gently and delicately as she massaged her clit through her orgasm. Finally she slumped forward, her breathing fast and deep. Slowly she recovered and lifted her head to look into my eyes.

"I'm very proud of you slave."

As she spoke, her arm reached out to my chest and she scooped up my cum with her fingers before pushing them into my mouth.

"Better get used to it my little cumslut."


And here is the rewrite.


Choices

This story originally appeared in Literotica titled “Option A or Option B”, written by Malibuman666. It was a darn good story. There were parts of it I didn’t think my wife would enjoy so I decided to change it to be more “Spousal Friendly for us. I give all credit to Malibuman666 for the original concept and more than basic outline and thank him for his writing. JLLTEC
Choices
By JLLTEC & Malibuman666
I don't know why, but I have this, fetish I guess, an overwhelming urge to cum inside my wife and for her to sit on my face after and make me lick her clean. Of course, it’s embarrassing to admit or talk about, so I wished for it and the more I want it, the more obsessed I become with the idea.

I sometimes try to subtly, or not so subtly, tell her of my desires to being “forced” or “told” to eat my cum, but me asking for it is difficult and not the same as being “told”. I have tried to ask her while we're actually making love, but I usually can’t make the words come out of my mouth, again because of embarrassment.

On the occasions when I do eat my cum I have absolutely loved the feeling of her well fucked pussy sitting over my face, dripping cum into my mouth as I plunge my tongue as deep inside her as I can. I love the feeling of submission and surrender. I want to learn to love the taste of my cum. Afterwards, I wonder when I will enjoy that feeling again and how can I get the courage to make it happen more often..

I know my wife doesn’t spend as much time thinking about this kind of thing as I do. It's a mismatch of kinkiness I guess. Don’t get me wrong, she has a little kink in her too, but life often gets in the way and I can find myself just fantasying. Not her problem, but mine.

Recently, I was consumed by my kink and told her so. She told me that maybe this weekend would sate my hunger for cum. We were mid-week so I was told to wait, and there would be no orgasms for me till then. She smiled when she told me of my orgasm denial…another fantasy of mine. I knew a couple days of celibacy would only increase my desire, so did she.

A few days later, towards the end of our love making, I was very much in a submissive headspace, and loving it. My wife was bringing me close to orgasm yet again, and then stopping to let me cool down. She had already allowed me to lick her beautiful ass and push my tongue inside her backside, and now she looked down at me with a deliciously evil glint in her eye.

"So why don't you tell me exactly what you would like me to do to you now?"

"It's not for me to decide honey." I hissed as her fingernails dug into my engorged cock head. “I’m here to do what you want.”

She chuckled to herself, she was pleased with how I gave myself to her when I was feeling particularly submissive. She pumped my cock, bringing me closer and closer to the point of no return, then stopping.
"Well....truth is, you don't need to tell me. I know what you really want." Her free hand slid between her legs and she used her fingers to push her pussy lips apart, giving me a beautiful view of her pink moist flesh and her clit. "Truth is, we both know, don't we?"

I groaned appreciatively looking at her pussy and she began to pump my cock harder. She got up on her knees and swung herself over me and then rubbed the tip of my straining cock against her pussy lips. "Are you ready to cum now honey?" She asked.

“Yes" I said through gritted teeth, though the truth was that her permission would soon be a formality.

She quickly slipped my cock inside her and she rode me as hard as she could, bringing me quickly to orgasm. I bucked on the bed, emptying my balls inside her in great streams, hoping desperately that she would 'force' me to lick her pussy clean before she “released” me from our lovemaking and I slipped back into my normal headspace..

Instead, when I was finished, she pulled herself off my spent cock and knelt across my chest.. Already my sperm was visible on her pussy lips and as she spoke to me it started to drip onto my chest. She pushed her fingers on either side of her pink lips and squeezed them together, holding most of my cum in her pussy

"Look at me, do you know what I have here?", looking down toward her crotch

"Yea honey"

"That's what you've been craving isn't it, a cum filled pussy for you to lick?"

I turned a slightly deeper shade of red and said, “Yes.”

"What would you do to be allowed to lick my pussy now?"

I glanced at her hand between her legs, "Anything."

"Really, that's a very dangerous word to use, anything. That's the sort of promise that could find you getting a big, hard cock down your throat."

"I'm sorry honey, I wasn’t thinking, anything with you. What would you want me to do?"

She had her middle finger in her pussy now and a lot of my cum had dripped onto my chest.

"Well. seeing as you can't control your urges, and you always want me to sit on your face after you've emptied your balls inside me..."

"Not always, but often…” I said with embarrassment.

She reached behind her and took my empty balls in a firm grip and squeezed.

"Don't interrupt me when I'm speaking” She squeezed my balls again a little harder to make her point.. “....and don't lie to me either. I can see it in your eyes. All the time you're fucking me you're wondering, hoping that I'll sit on your face and let you clean me up. It's written all over your face. It’s written, literally, in all of your perverted pornography you leave for me to find." She acted angry, I don’t think she was.

My cheeks flushed even more, she let go off my balls and straightened up. She looks so amazing like that, kneeling over me, in control and powerful.

"Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, seeing as you can't control your urges, and you always want me to sit on your face after you've emptied your balls inside me, I have decided that it is time for you to make a decision."

I gulped. I must have looked concerned, which caused her to smirk a little.

"Either you choose option A or option B."

I looked up at her, confused.

“If you chose option 'A' then right now you get to clean my pussy with your tongue. I know that most of your cum is now on your chest, but maybe if you ask real nice, I might rub my pussy in it first. But after that you will not ask me to let you do this again. I might very occasionally oblige you if it pleases me to do so, but asking or hinting will only delay this very rare occurrence. And I do mean very rare, maybe once or twice a year."

She paused a moment to let this information sink in, her fingers rubbing her clit as she studied my face as I took in the implications of option 'A'. She was clearly enjoying this. Option A was a disappointment, but what was option B?

"On the other hand, there's option 'B'..."

Another pause as her finger slid inside her soaking wet pussy for a second, then back to her clit, a glistening sheen of our combined juices on her finger and lips.

"If you chose option 'B' then every time you cum you will eat it. If I jerk you off and you come on me you will lick it off, if you come on yourself I will feed it to you with my fingers and then you will lick my fingers clean. If you cum inside me you will lick me clean, not always the same way, sometimes with you on your back sometimes with me on mine, whatever...who knows. And if one day I should relent and allow you to fuck my virgin ass, I shall expect you to lick that clean too."
She was now steadily rubbing her clit.
"Think carefully, this is not a game. This is your future reality. I am talking about every day, every time you cum. And this will be at my discretion. I may chose to end this arrangement at any time, but I promise you this, it won't be within the first six months, and I may chose to continue it indefinitely. Think about that seriously, every drop of cum that shoots out of your cock is going down your throat, for six months, a year, five or ten years...maybe forever."

I must have looked quite pale at this reality, but my wife was enjoying my concerned look and with her fingers in her pussy, was close to cumming.

"I will count to ten and then I expect a decision. Do you want to be my cumslut”, she laughed, “Or do you want a normal sex life, for you, filled with frustration?"

She was starting to shake now as her own orgasm approached.

"1 – she gasped - 2 - 3 - 4 – she moaned - 5..."

I watched her finger her clit, now wildly and knew I would do anything for her.

"...6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - moan - 10, make your choice, now!"

I said quickly, "Option B, I want option B."

My wife leaned forward as she came, her breast swaying, her fingers moving quickly, then more gently and delicately as she massaged her clit through her orgasm. Slowly she recovered and lifted her head to look into my eyes.

"I'm very proud of you for choosing what you wanted." She chuckled knowingly.

As she spoke, her hand reached out to my chest and scooped up my cum with her fingers “Open”, was all she said before feeding me my cum..

"Better get used to this my little cumslut." She said with a smile. “I hope you realize how fucked you are. Every drop of cum from now on is going down your throat. You’re going to eat more cum than every other woman we know, combined.” She pushed her fingers into her pussy and then into my mouth again.
As I sucked on her fingers, savoring our combined taste she said with a smile, “That’s it, suck it.” And then she climbed up onto my face for a slow, wet and messy face fuck. I was in heaven, and my fantasy was now a reality. Future orgasms now had a price, a mouthful of cum. It was a heady thought with a wet pussy sliding across my face, but it may be different when a handful of sperm is poured into my mouth. But I have made my decision and I plan on keeping my end of the bargain. I just hope my wife was serious about keeping her end of the bargain and feeding me my cum every time.. My cock twitched with the though..


The rewriter told me that he wanted to make it more 'spousal-friendly', I guess that's why he's taken out the references to 'Mistress', I think it's okay. It's weird to read a story you wrote that someone else has tampered with, if only because some of the bits you didn't write scream out at you. I mean I've never used the word 'honey' in a story ever.

Still, I suspect the rewriter has done this for the purpose of getting his wife to read it and hopefully fulfill his fantasies. Which is fair enough.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

"Still, I suspect the rewriter has done this for the purpose of getting his wife to read it and hopefully fulfill his fantasies. Which is fair enough."

It's nice to se he's given you credit and indicated why he re-wrote. But given the personal resaon for his re-writing, why didn't he re-write only for his wife?

 

[driphoney]

It's a fairly common thing. My young grandchildren have many books, mostly produced by Disney Corp., where a classic, such as "The Prince and the Pauper" is rewritten with Disney characters for very young readers. Of course, the stories are probably in the Public Domain, so there is no copyright issue.

I'd forgotten about that. Bastardized, is more like what they did. They do the same thing to history. Grrr.

Yeah, public domain.

 

[Guest]

"Still, I suspect the rewriter has done this for the purpose of getting his wife to read it and hopefully fulfill his fantasies. Which is fair enough."

It's nice to se he's given you credit and indicated why he re-wrote. But given the personal resaon for his re-writing, why didn't he re-write only for his wife?

Agreed.

It's a pathetic and lazy excuse for a story, to simply replace a couple of words and call it your own.

When or if it posts here on Lit I hope people call him out on it. And Malibu, you really should be pissed off.