Thinking Ahead When Writing
I often make notes of where I am, and what people
are doing while I am writing a story.
In my latest story, I make sure the reader knows
that my son is drinking a lot of fluids and will
have to go to the bathroom sooner or later.
My daughter and I play in the ocean for a while
at the nude beach, then my son joins us.
He announces that he has to go to the restroom, but
I insist he pisses on me instead.
He hesitates for a few seconds, then sprays me in
the face like a garden hose!
So, it helps if you set up the event with subtle
hints before it happens.
It brings the whole story together and makes the
reader feels like he/she is witnessing the event
because they are with you.
They are sitting beside you watching everything.
Carolyn
From my story:
At the Nude Beach:
I have always had this fantasy about someone urinating on me
in a public setting, so I suggest to my son to piss on me
instead of walking all the way to the public bathrooms.
He says "I can't do that! There are fifty or sixty people
watching us!"
I tell him to relax and do as I say, or, I will not let him
fuck me all summer when he is home from college. He
immediately agrees to piss on me, so I tell him to urinate
on my breasts and stomach area.
Tommy grabs his cock and suddenly unleashes a torrent of
urine that splashes directly into my face and into my open
mouth! I swallow over and over again but there is too much,
so I have to look away until he finishes.
I tell Tommy that he has made me very happy, then lay there
for a minute while I savor his warm urine dripping from my
hair and running down my shoulders.
************************
Wow, I don't believe I wrote that...
And, I did not...
I was Susan Walker at the time before I morphed into Carolyn
Matthews.
I dropped Susan Walker because she had a bad attitude and we
would fight every time we got together.
I am now Carolyn and Susan is not longer around.
But, in the early morning hours while I am sleeping, she still comes
around to taunt me.
She says "Carolyn, you fucking bitch, why did you kill me off?"
I immediately wake up, get out of bed and sit at my kitchen table.
I take a drink, then think to myself "Why did I kill my best friend?"
Carolyn
I often make notes of where I am, and what people
are doing while I am writing a story.
In my latest story, I make sure the reader knows
that my son is drinking a lot of fluids and will
have to go to the bathroom sooner or later.
My daughter and I play in the ocean for a while
at the nude beach, then my son joins us.
He announces that he has to go to the restroom, but
I insist he pisses on me instead.
He hesitates for a few seconds, then sprays me in
the face like a garden hose!
So, it helps if you set up the event with subtle
hints before it happens.
It brings the whole story together and makes the
reader feels like he/she is witnessing the event
because they are with you.
They are sitting beside you watching everything.
Carolyn
From my story:
At the Nude Beach:
I have always had this fantasy about someone urinating on me
in a public setting, so I suggest to my son to piss on me
instead of walking all the way to the public bathrooms.
He says "I can't do that! There are fifty or sixty people
watching us!"
I tell him to relax and do as I say, or, I will not let him
fuck me all summer when he is home from college. He
immediately agrees to piss on me, so I tell him to urinate
on my breasts and stomach area.
Tommy grabs his cock and suddenly unleashes a torrent of
urine that splashes directly into my face and into my open
mouth! I swallow over and over again but there is too much,
so I have to look away until he finishes.
I tell Tommy that he has made me very happy, then lay there
for a minute while I savor his warm urine dripping from my
hair and running down my shoulders.
************************
Wow, I don't believe I wrote that...
And, I did not...
I was Susan Walker at the time before I morphed into Carolyn
Matthews.
I dropped Susan Walker because she had a bad attitude and we
would fight every time we got together.
I am now Carolyn and Susan is not longer around.
But, in the early morning hours while I am sleeping, she still comes
around to taunt me.
She says "Carolyn, you fucking bitch, why did you kill me off?"
I immediately wake up, get out of bed and sit at my kitchen table.
I take a drink, then think to myself "Why did I kill my best friend?"
Carolyn
(Sorry, couldn't resist. You're pretty weird.)
