A_Little_Show
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I have had a story in my head for a long time, and it has forced itself onto the page - mostly. It is tentatively titled "We All Have Pieces Missing"
I am curious about your thoughts.
It's been very emotional for me to write. It is long with a lot of deep character development. My gut tells me it isn't suitable for Literotica. It is full of eroticism in my view, but it isn't mainstream. It also isn't written as a fetish piece. It's about people overcoming traumatic identity changing societal concepts of masculinity and femininity and still finding erotic fulfillment - of a sort.
I can't do this "masterpiece" justice with quick excerpts, but ...
There is a woman protagonist who is a nude figure model. Here is an excerpt in her own words: ... MRKH. It stands for Mayer–Rokitansky–Küster–Hauser syndrome. It's also called vaginal agenesis. I was born without a uterus or ovaries, and my vagina is very shallow. I've had hormone replacement since I was 13, and I filled out into a lovely young woman if I do say so myself. Nobody would know from staring at my body that I am empty inside. I'll never have children of my own. It was looking like I'd never keep a boyfriend either. I have felt "less than" for a long time. I sometimes still feel like I'm some kind of fraud. I'm not a "real" woman. When people really focus and study my femininity, it pushes those feelings away. I like the artists (I mean voyeurs), because at least in my head they reaffirm my femininity. They even say I am the IDEAL of femininity."
There is a group of wounded warriors. Several are blind. One lost both hands. And, one lost his penis.
Quoting a from a draft of a pivotal scene in an ad-hoc group therapy about body acceptance:
"I'm like you," I said timidly.
Eddie yelled, "Fuck you too because I sure can't."
I started crying. "You couldn't fuck me even if you had a useless cock you selfish pig." Then I started balling.
"What do you mean?" No-hands asked.
"My pussy is this deep." I indicated two knuckles of one finger. "I'm empty on the inside." I sobbed. I hadn't said those words aloud since right before I refused to see my shrink anymore.
"It's still not the same, God Damnit," Eddie complained. "You're beautiful. You pose naked and remind everyone how fucking perfect you are. Cut off your cliteris and then come talk to me."
Judith slapped Eddie hard. Well, being blind, she only managed a glancing blow.
"They want to take my ball. They want to leave me as a smooth eunuch." Eddie balled incoherently.
"My only boyfriend ever left me because he can't fuck me. He left me because I can't give him babies! He left me because I can't cum!"
"Yah, well I can't fuck you either."
"Bullshit!" I screamed. I was full on hysterical. "Even if you had a cock, it would be wasted on me. Why don't you just poke me in the eye with a stick. That's about what it's like when someone tries to..." I couldn't catch my breath. "You're a useless cock from head to toe!"
"Take that back," Judith warned.
"I'm sorry ," I said. "My boyfriend learned to hate me because I couldn't give him what he wanted. I'd suck him until I was blue, but he couldn't fuck me - so fuck me!" I stopped crying. "He tried to make me feel good. He never believed me when I said things felt good. He just gave up and said I'm too much work."
"Yah! Well I'm a fucking virgin. I never got to shove my cock in anything! It's fucking not fair. Im not a man. I'm not alive. I'll never have an orgasm again. I'll never have a wife. I'll never look at myself in a mirror. I'll never..."
I am curious about your thoughts.
It's been very emotional for me to write. It is long with a lot of deep character development. My gut tells me it isn't suitable for Literotica. It is full of eroticism in my view, but it isn't mainstream. It also isn't written as a fetish piece. It's about people overcoming traumatic identity changing societal concepts of masculinity and femininity and still finding erotic fulfillment - of a sort.
I can't do this "masterpiece" justice with quick excerpts, but ...
There is a woman protagonist who is a nude figure model. Here is an excerpt in her own words: ... MRKH. It stands for Mayer–Rokitansky–Küster–Hauser syndrome. It's also called vaginal agenesis. I was born without a uterus or ovaries, and my vagina is very shallow. I've had hormone replacement since I was 13, and I filled out into a lovely young woman if I do say so myself. Nobody would know from staring at my body that I am empty inside. I'll never have children of my own. It was looking like I'd never keep a boyfriend either. I have felt "less than" for a long time. I sometimes still feel like I'm some kind of fraud. I'm not a "real" woman. When people really focus and study my femininity, it pushes those feelings away. I like the artists (I mean voyeurs), because at least in my head they reaffirm my femininity. They even say I am the IDEAL of femininity."
There is a group of wounded warriors. Several are blind. One lost both hands. And, one lost his penis.
Quoting a from a draft of a pivotal scene in an ad-hoc group therapy about body acceptance:
"I'm like you," I said timidly.
Eddie yelled, "Fuck you too because I sure can't."
I started crying. "You couldn't fuck me even if you had a useless cock you selfish pig." Then I started balling.
"What do you mean?" No-hands asked.
"My pussy is this deep." I indicated two knuckles of one finger. "I'm empty on the inside." I sobbed. I hadn't said those words aloud since right before I refused to see my shrink anymore.
"It's still not the same, God Damnit," Eddie complained. "You're beautiful. You pose naked and remind everyone how fucking perfect you are. Cut off your cliteris and then come talk to me."
Judith slapped Eddie hard. Well, being blind, she only managed a glancing blow.
"They want to take my ball. They want to leave me as a smooth eunuch." Eddie balled incoherently.
"My only boyfriend ever left me because he can't fuck me. He left me because I can't give him babies! He left me because I can't cum!"
"Yah, well I can't fuck you either."
"Bullshit!" I screamed. I was full on hysterical. "Even if you had a cock, it would be wasted on me. Why don't you just poke me in the eye with a stick. That's about what it's like when someone tries to..." I couldn't catch my breath. "You're a useless cock from head to toe!"
"Take that back," Judith warned.
"I'm sorry ," I said. "My boyfriend learned to hate me because I couldn't give him what he wanted. I'd suck him until I was blue, but he couldn't fuck me - so fuck me!" I stopped crying. "He tried to make me feel good. He never believed me when I said things felt good. He just gave up and said I'm too much work."
"Yah! Well I'm a fucking virgin. I never got to shove my cock in anything! It's fucking not fair. Im not a man. I'm not alive. I'll never have an orgasm again. I'll never have a wife. I'll never look at myself in a mirror. I'll never..."
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