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I'll be nice, but I'll also add some help. But, first I must point out something. This site is called Literotica not Litpornica. Sure, there are some forms of sexual writing that is nothing but porn. Trust me, you skim through the text of those stories,just to find the juicy sex scenes.awww, be nice.
on technicality, i agree it's not great, but it's porn so who really pays attention to the literary niceties anyway?? that's like saying people watch porn movies for the plot. the visuals were interesting in their own way and i have to give her kudos for the effort.
Maybe someone should set up a parallel site called Illiterotica.

If I were to have my way, this would be in third person, past tense. But first person, present tense is OK. A lot of this depends on the reader's preference. Below is my lame attempt at editing the story. I say lame, because I'm not an editor. Take it or leave it.
You call me at work & tell me too meet you at this shady motel by your job. You command me to wear nothing but thigh highs & a shelf bra., all black with black heels & a trench coat. Red whore lips, nails & toes and hair all wild & curly. You'll be at the bar at 5 o'clock.
I walk in and heads turn. But you know I'm coming, so you don't look at me. You watch in the mirror that's behind the bar, as all the guys in the place turn to stare at me. I sit next to you and order a drink. You smell my hair and my perfume. It's familiar & soooo intoxicating. I slip my hand onto your thigh, but you still don't turn.
I rub my tits on your arm. Everyone in the bar is watching us. You slowly put your arm around me, claiming possession, so everyone in the bar knows I'm yours. You rub my ass first, squeezing each cheek. Then you run your hand up my back, into my hair. It's so soft, and its smell is making your head spin.
You grab the back of my neck, pull me into your lips and kiss me long and deep. A small moan escapes my lips. You open my coat, slide your hand inside and pinch each nipple. You whisper in my ear, “You ready to be used tonight, cunt?”
I moan. We leave the bar, get into the elevator. You blindfold me take my hand leading me down the hallway to a door. You knock and the door opens. The room is silent as we walk in. Walking close behind me, you can feel me tremble. You whisper into my ear, “Don't worry baby. Daddy's gonna take good care of you.”
When I hear that, I take a deep breath & relax. You open my coat and let it fall to the floor. So all in the room can hear, you say, “Ok gentlemen, this is the whore for the evening.”
Still behind me, you begin rubbing your hands all over my body. I lean back into you, letting you turn me on. I spread my legs and put my arms behind my back, feeling for your hard dick.
“Ok guys. She's here to fuck & suck all your cocks.” I open your pants take it out. I stroke it, rub it against my ass cheeks as you rub my clit. You push me down onto my knees and position yourself behind me. You gently slide your cock into my ass. I take a deep breath as I feel it slide inside me.
“That's it, cunt,” you whisper. “Take it inside you. Open your legs for Daddy. Be a good girl. Mmmmm, now open your mouth.” Softly, you say, “Stick your tongue out. A part of my body will be inside of you the entire time you act like Daddy's whore. Do you understand cunt?”
“Yessss, I understand, Daddy.”
“Good. Now suck those cocks.”
One by one, I lick & suck each cock. I count five in all. The whole time, I'm impaled on your rock hard cock. When they've had their fill, you push me off of you and carry me over to the bed. Then you announce, “Ok boys, her pussy is now open for service. Help yourselves.”
You put my head in your lap and tell me to take your hard cock in my mouth. But you tell me I can only suck on it, if I'm cumming. They are all rough when they use my pussy I'm taken hard by their cocks. Their hands...their fingers are all over me. They use their lips and tongues, even their fists.
And each time I cum, I suck your cock, making it harder and harder. When I'm thoroughly used, you pick me up. I'm exhausted as you carry me over to a chair. You sit in it and position me facing you. You slide your throbbing cock inside my wet, aching pussy. Then, you spread my ass cheeks wide. “Now, use her ass and use it good.”
As I'm impaled...your cock inside my pussy, they each take their turn fucking, licking and fingering my asshole. You kiss me and tell me how beautiful I look and what a good whore I am for you.
You suck my tits and bite my nipples. I throw my head back as i cum over and over. When they're all done, I'm covered with their cum. Then they all leave, and it's just us. You're still inside me.
You take my blindfold off and look into my eyes. You make the most passionate and beautiful love to me of my entire life. It is so soft and slow, kissing and touching. I feel your rock hard cock sliding in and out of my soaking wet cunt.
We cum together. We explode with exquisite pleasure into each other, onto each other. Your tongue in my mouth and my tongue in yours, breathless...sweaty and shaking.
I whisper in your ear, “I love you.”

It must be my age telling on me: text-typing, lack of meaningful punctuation and lack of paragraphing meant that I read one line before thinking "Sod this - life's too short".
Seconded.
Third.
I think I've just been period raped.
I pay attention to the "literary niceties"
If I were to have my way, this would be in third person, past tense. But first person, present tense is OK. A lot of this depends on the reader's preference. Below is my lame attempt at editing the story. I say lame, because I'm not an editor. Take it or leave it.
If I were to have my way, this would be in third person, past tense. But first person, present tense is OK. A lot of this depends on the reader's preference. Below is my lame attempt at editing the story. I say lame, because I'm not an editor. Take it or leave it.
Maybe so, but have I ever told you I thought Leslie Gore was hot?Holy crap, you have way too much time on your hands.
It wasn't so difficult. MS Word has its shortcuts, if you know how to use them.No comment on story but thank you for your effort in making it readable.
It wasn't so difficult. MS Word has its shortcuts, if you know how to use them.
No comment on the story? So cruel. Sure, not enough anal sex for my tastes, and there's no bondage, although there was a blindfold. To satisfy the people in this forum, I think it needs some bondage.
But it has promise, considering the lack of those BDSM story necessities.
Maybe so, but have I ever told you I thought Leslie Gore was hot?
If I were to have my way, this would be in third person, past tense. But first person, present tense is OK. A lot of this depends on the reader's preference. Below is my lame attempt at editing the story. I say lame, because I'm not an editor. Take it or leave it.
*spew* GEEZ!! Give some warning, will ya!
*wipes tea off screen*
It was a difficult to having a running picture in my mind while reading because of the elements that were unrealistic.
awww, be nice.
on technicality, i agree it's not great, but it's porn so who really pays attention to the literary niceties anyway?? that's like saying people watch porn movies for the plot. the visuals were interesting in their own way and i have to give her kudos for the effort.
The folks here have been exceptionally kind.
It must be my age telling on me: text-typing, lack of meaningful punctuation and lack of paragraphing meant that I read one line before thinking "Sod this - life's too short".


I understand what you mean. Too many times our idols betray us. Our continued devotion is what made them idols in the first place, and too many of them seem to forget that...or assume they don't need us as individuals, when we meet them.I agree! She was totally hot in her prime, but her hair really sucks now, its kind of a more hip version of Hillary Clinton's hair (if that's possible). Its pretty disappointing.
I went to go see her speak at the 92nd St. Y a bunch of years ago. I did my hair up all big, I dressed spectacularly, and I was SUPER excited to see my very own hair idol. She talked for a bunch about her new (not very good) album, sung a medley of her hits, and then went and signed albums. I brought a record of hers and when I handed it to her to sign, I said, "Lesley, you are my hair idol." And she didn't say anything. She didn't even look at me.
I was crushed.
