M-Y-Erotica
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I have discovered over my half year or so as a VE that editors do very different things when working over a story. I am most interested in what other editors do and so I have posted a sample of my editing below.
This is from a story in progress and I received permission from the author to post her work with my editing. Everything in normal font is the author's original story. Everything in CAPS is me editing. You will also seem some punctuation errors and the like. I fix all those in Track Changes, but I cannot figure out an easy way to indicate that here. So just remember that, as well as the CAPS comments, I am also editing that stuff. The question: Am I going crazy doing this much? This author appears to find all these comments worthwhile and always takes time to think about them. I love working with her. Other authors seem to be put off that I didn't like their story, even though I only make lots of comments on stories I do like, and never publish anything or at least don't speak to me anymore. What do you all do? Part of the story right in the middle of things:
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His instructions to me were cryptic, and I had no idea what was to take place. He’d emailed me with “directions” that I was supposed to follow, giving absolutely no indication of what would happen once I’d followed them. I looked at the email once more, it read “Meet me at the park. I know you run each night at 8:30 p.m., dress for it. When you get there, walk to the third grouping of trees on the left side. I’ll meet you there.” That was it.THIS MAKES ME WONDER HOW HE KNOWS. I KNOW IF CO-WORKERS GO RUNNING IN THE EVENING, BUT I DON'T KNOW THE EXACT TIME. HAS HE BEEN WATCHING YOU?
As I approached the indicated group of trees I began searching for him, my eyes adjusting to the eliminating blackness. I JUST REALIZED THAT WE ARE TOO FAR INTO THE STORY NOW TO HAVE NO IDEA REALLY WHAT THE TWO OF YOU LOOK LIKE. I DON'T KNOW IF YOU ARE 23 OR 56. WHAT COLOR HAIR ANYONE HAS OR ANYTHING. FIND SPOTS TO DROP LITTLE HINTS. YOU HAVE DESCRIBED HIM AS LEAN AND TAUT, SO YOU MAY NOT NEED TOO MUCH MORE, BUT IT IS TIME TO THINK ABOUT YOURSELF. DOES HE CARESS YOUR SHORT HAIR OR LONG HAIR, RED HAIR OR BLONDE HAIR? TAN SKIN, BLACK SKIN, PALE SKIN, ETC. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DO NOT ADD ONE OF THOSE "I'M 5'4" BLONDE WITH GREEN EYES AND A BODY MY FRIENDS SAY IS GREAT DUE TO MY REGULAR ATTENDANCE AT THE GYM." JUST DROP A FEW HINTS AS WE GO AND LET THE READER MAKE UP THE REST TO WHATEVER THEY FIND HOT.I thought I saw movement, but wasn’t sure SEE, TWO VERBS "SAY BUT WASN'T." NO COMMAuntil I was only two steps away, and he appeared SUBJECT AND VERB SO COMMAbefore me. I trembled with anticipation as he smiled.
“Hi,.” I smiled in return. Sudden shyness making my voice come out in a whisper.
“Hello. I’m glad you could make it.” He grinned as though this was a joke, and I could see that he never doubted for a second that I would be here and be on time.WITH A WOMAN WHOSE GREATEST FANTASY WAS TO PERFORM ORAL SEX ON HIM WITH NO RETURN PLAY, I DON'T DOUBT IT EITHER, LOL.
He was dressed similarly to me in jogging pants, T-shirt, and sweatshirt, each article outlining his tall, lean body. LOVELY My heartbeat started to race, and anticipation filled me. I wondered what was in store, while at the same time restraining the sudden urge to tackle him and speed things along. I didn’t need to wait long, however. Before I could blink, or even think of a smart comment to make to his greeting, I was opening my mouth to match the onslaught of his tongue. I felt his hands reach behind me and cup my buttocks TERM SEEMS TOO GENTLE SINCE YOU WERE FINGERING YOUR CUNT A PAGE OR SO BACK, AT LEAST BUTT OR ASS OR SOMETHING "HARDER", gently massaging them through the material, and my mound was intimately pressed against his quickly hardening member. I was wet and ready for him, and I marveled at the speed at which he could create such a reaction. I ground my hips against him, silently begging for more. LOVELY
He broke the kiss and took a step back, desire darkening his eyes. “I’d meant to kiss you, but that’s all.” THIS IS A BIT CONFUSING. IT SOUNDS LIKE HE MEANT TO KISS YOU BUT DID SOMETHING MORE, GOING BEYOND HIS PLANS, BUT HE ONLY DID KISS YOU, RIGHT? YOU ARE FEELING HIM UP, BUT HE WASN'T FEELING YOU UP.(ACTUALLY AS I REVIEW THIS NOW, I SEE MY COMMENT WAS IN ERROR)He chuckled. “I have more in store for you before this is over, and I’m not going to rush it by letting my hormones… well, let’s just say that I’m not letting my cock lead the way. Come with me, my slave wench!”
I cracked up laughing at the caveman tone, and followed him further into the privacy of the trees, noticing that upon the ground lay a blanket.
“Okay, now it’s my turn. Drop ‘em!”
I laughed. “Excuse me? That’s not very romantic.”
“Oh, right. How did that go? This isn’t about romance, woman, it’s about sex… Now drop ‘em.”
My fingertips reached for the waistband of my jogging pants and I started to lower them.
“Wait, I’ve changed my mind. Take off your shirt instead.”LMAO. HILARIOUS. THAT TINY BIT SHOWS SO MUCH ABOUT HIM AND YOU, RIGHT THERE. YOU MADE A PLAN AND STUCK TO IT, NO MATTER WHAT. HE TRIES TO, BUT IMMEDIATELY WANTS MORE AND CHANGES IT. IT'S GREAT.
I looked at him incredulously. “What? You’re daft! It has to be 30 degrees out here. I’m not doing that,.” I said defiantly.
He cocked an eyebrow, “Oh really? I think you will.” His voice held a tremor of challenge, and I shivered at the tone.
Slowly, I lifted my shirt and pulled it off, the cold, night air sending goose bumps and shivers through my system. Warm hands touched my skin, and I felt his fingertips trace the underside of my sports bra before that small piece of fabric was lifted and carried from my body. My, my breasts bouncing into place before his gaze, hard nipples begging for his touch.
“Close your eyes,”, he whispered gruffly.
Closing my eyes, I stood for a moment shivering, before I felt something cover them. I realized I was being blindfolded, and my shivering turned into trembling as fire raced through my veins. MAKE IT CLEAR YOU DIDN'T JUST BECOME SCARED OF HIM; AT LEAST NOT SCARED IN THE BAD WAYWhatever he had planned, I apparently wasn’t going to get to watch. The blindfold secure, I felt his fingertips trace down the bare skin on my arms, slowing for a moment as they passed my breasts, then speeding up as they traced down to the palms of my hands. I can’t describe what his touch did to me! How hot I felt at that moment, how I wanted to feel his hands on every inch of my skin, how mesmerized I was with anticipation of the next moment. I ONCE HAD A SENTENCE LIKE THIS, WHERE I ADMITTED TO THE READER I COULD NOT DESCRIBE SOMETHING, AND MY EDITOR HAD ME TAKE IT OUT. WHILE IT IS IN FACT TRUE THAT YOU CAN'T REALLY DESCRIBE THESE THINGS, I THINK SHE WAS RIGHT. IT'S JARRING AS YOU HAVE NEVER ADDRESSED THE READER BEFORE. WE AS AUTHORS NEED TO FIND A WAY TO DESCRIBE IT. THAT'S OUR JOB. ACTUALLY, WHAT YOU DO SAY PROBABLY IS GOOD ENOUGH, SO MAYBE JUST TAKE OUT THE "I CANT DESCRIBE" LINE.My breathing was coming out in quick, uneven patterns, and my legs were turning to jelly. It was becoming harder to stand with each passing second.
As if reading my thoughts, I felt my hands being tugged, as he and was led me two steps over to where I knew the blanket was laid on the ground.
“I want you to lay down. I’ll help guide you onto the blanket. It’s okay.” His voice was halting, and I imagined that he was looking at me with desireand I could hear the desire in it.. The thought sent a rush of warm wetness out of my body, and I groaned at the instant reaction that the sensation brought as my clit swelled. DO YOU ACTUALLY MEAN THAT WETNESS CAME OUT OF YOUR BODY? IF SO, MAKE IT CLEAR. FEEL IT TRICKLE DOWN YOUR THIGHS. THAT WILL GET THE READER GOING.I felt a rush of air on my skin as I stretched fully out on the blanket, and my nipples hardened even more as I trembled.
PART IV
A NOTE ON THE PARTS. YOU DON'T REALLY NEED A NEW PART HERE, UNLESS YOU WANT TO PUBLISH THIS LIKE A CLIFF HANGER. BELIEVE IT OR NOT, THIS STORY IS SHORT, MAYBE GOING ONTO A SECOND PAGE ON LITEROTICA AT MOST, SO YOU DON'T NEED TO BREAK IT UP UNLESS YOU JUST WANT TO TO TEASE THE READER. IF SO, IT SEEMS THERE ARE REALLY TWO PARTS SO FAR. PART ONE IS BEGINNING TO END OF ACTION IN THE STORE ROOM. WE ARE STILL IN PART TWO. I felt more than heard him move and sensed that he was kneeling beside me, but that still didn’t prepare me for his hot mouth on my breast. Arching my back, I gasped and felt my body rocket off the blanket, his hard, demanding suckling making me cry out with pleasure. His free hand found it’s way over to my other and started massaging. Sensation and need overtook my senses and I writhed beneath his touch.SO, BREAST PLAY. IT HAS DIFFERENT EFFECTS ON DIFFERENT PEOPLE. IN ROMANCE NOVELS, THE HEROINE IS ALWAYS JUMPING OUT OF HER SKIN, WHEN SOMEONE TOUCHES A NIPPLE. BUT A LOT OF WOMEN REALLY DON'T. LICKING THE EAR MIGHT BE BETTER FOR THEM. THE POINT IS SIMPLY TO MAKE YOUR CHARACTER UNIQUE. IF SHE REALLY JUMPS TO THE CEILING WITH BREAST PLAY, THEN KEEP IT, BUT IF SHE DOESN'T, DON'T FEEL OBLIGATED TO HAVE IT JUST BECAUSE IT IS COMMON IN ROMANCES AND EROTICA. THIS IS TRUE THROUGHOUT. IF YOU LOVE PENETRATION BUT NOT CLIT PLAY, OR VICE VERSA, MAKE IT THAT WAY IN THE STORY. EVERY PERSON IS INDIVIDUAL AND IT'S GREAT TO LET THAT UNIQUENESS SHINE THROUGH IN THE SEX.
I felt him stretch the length of his body out beside me, and I reached out to touch him, my hands reaching under his sweatshirt searching for skin. I found it, hot, hard, silky. GREATI groaned. I wanted more, and started searching for it, but as I heard him chuckle, I knew my game plan had been found out.
“Nice try, but if you don’t keep your hands to yourself, I’m going to tie them together.”
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OK, here is another section. I had been enjoying the story so far but later the author took a turn and I just couldn't follow. I have pasted a part from the story. At the end was my sort of summary paragraph.
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I lay there spent, a puddle on the floor unable to move, yet wanting more of what had just happened. Sean layid on his side by me his fingers and hand caressing my bare skin waiting for me to rejoin him on planet earth. His mouth occasionally soughtseeking some untouched place on my body to discover and taste.
This man was so incredible. I couldn’t get enough of him. There was not enough of him. I wanted to open up my body and swallow him whole. I TOTALLY TOTALLY GET THAT EMOTION. AWESOME.To keep him with me for longer than tonight. For longer than the last few weeks. Sighing, I turned toward him, desperate to take whatever was offered and hold it close for as long as possible.
His mouth found mine and he kissed me gently before pulling away. “Ah, my little sex kitten, at last for your surprise.”
He pulled away from me and grabbed a small brown paper bag that had been hidden beneath the blanket, opening it and dumping its contents on the ground between us. A white vibrator, about an inch and a half in diameter and six inches long, and a bottle of Eros fell out. OK,I'M NAIVE AND DON'T KNOW. IS EROS LUBE? MANY OF YOUR READERS WILL BE NAIVE TOOI looked up at him questioningly.
“It’s time for you to fulfill your end of the bargain. Tonight, you will give yourself up completely to me, and I will own you.” He paused and smiled before adding, “All of you”.I DON'T THINK THE TONE OF THIS IS QUITE RIGHT. I'M SORRY. I DON'TKNOW. I KNOW SOME WOMEN GET REALLY TURNED ON BY THE IDEA OF GIVING ONESELF TO ANOTHER WHO DESERVES HER. BEING OWNED. IT TURNS ME, PERSONALLY, OFF. ALSO, THERE'S JUST BEEN NO HINT OF OWNERSHIP AND SUCH IN THE FOREGOING. IT'S BEEN PLAYFUL AND DELIGHTFUL. I WILL KEEP READING AND WRITE MORE. WHAT I AM THINKING RIGHT NOW IS THAT YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A NEW ACT TO BE THE CLIMAX OF THE STORY. BUT YOU MAY NOT NEED THAT. THE EMOTIONAL SHIFT HAS BEEN THE NEW INGREDIENT IN THIS PART, AND IT MIGHT BE ENOUGH. ANYWAY, CONTINUING ON....
Although he hadn’t spoken the words, I knew what he meant and started to object, still unsure if I was ready to try something that I felt might be more bold thant what even my inhibitions allowed. I started to shake my head, but stopped. It was then that I realized that I wanted him to own all of me- to brand all of me- and maybe with this final act I’d finally have had enough of him.OOH, SAME THOUGHTS. I DON'T WANT TO BE BRANDED. OK, SOMETIMES I DO. I GET IT. I AM JUST NOT SURE I GET IT IN THIS CONTEXT. IT'S A BIG CHANGE.
“What’s the vibrator for?” I asked, breathless. But h
His answer of, “you’ll see,” didn’t tell me much.
He stood and removed his clothes, and I watched as each article of clothing fell to the ground and his beautiful body was revealed. I marveled at his self-confidence, thinking that he’d overcome much of the shyness and uncertainty that I had seen in our first interlude just weeks earlier. This man before me was sure of what he wanted, and at that moment it was me.
As his underwear fell to the ground I looked up at his extraordinarily hard cock and felt that same breathless excitement that I had the first time I saw him naked, and, before I could think better of it, I was on my knees and my mouth was swallowing as much of his size and it could. My mouth watering and my tongue loving the taste of his pre-cum. SEE, I THINK THIS DESIRE FOR HIM CAN BE JUST FROM THE EMOTIONS OF THE SCENE. WONDERFULLY HOT JUST THERE.
I heard him groan. “Roll over onto your stomach.”
Easing off of his cock, with slow movements I did as he asked, smiling up into his eyes before they disappeared behind me. As I was about to lie fully on the ground, his hands positioned themselves under my abdomen and urged my ass to tilt into the air.
“I was going to take a little more time with you, but thanks to your recent decision to torture me, I’ve changed my mind.”
I wasn’t sure I was happy with this news, since I felt that I’d like to take a lot more time to ease into this situation, but I was a woman of my word, and this was our last bet for this football season. As I was about to let my brain drift into the myriad world of thinking about how sad that sounded, I felt his hands on my ass and I jumped as the cold liquid Eros hit my skin.
“Hey!” I shot a look of daggers back at him for his deliberate cruelness. “That wasn’t nice.”I'M HAVING A HARD TIME GIVING GOOD ADVICE HERE, BECAUSE I AM TURNED OFF. IS IT JUST THE FEW WORDS? I AM NOT SURE. EVERYTHING WAS JUST SO PLAYFUL AND SEXY BEFORE...
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OK, SO FIRST I SHOULD SAY THAT I AM REALLY EXHAUSTED RIGHT NOW AND PROBABLY NOT IN THE BEST MOOD, SO I HOPE I HAVEN'T BEEN NASTY ABOVE AT ALL. AS YOU CAN TELL, I REALLY LIKE THIS STORY. REALLY. BUT I COULDN'T QUITE FOLLOW YOU IN THE LAST PART. THE PROBLEM, FOR ME, IS NOT ANAL PLAY. THAT CAN BE REALLY HOT. IT'S HOW THE EMOTIONS CHANGED. THERE ARE THE WORDS OF OWNING HOLES AND THE LIKE WHICH TURN ME OFF. I WOULD BE DELIGHTED IF YOU COULD RE-WORK IT SO THAT THIS IS A PLAYFUL, NEW EXPERIMENT THAT YOU ARE WILLING TO TRY WITH THIS WONDERFUL MAN. AS SOON AS HE SAID "OWN YOU" I WAS LIKE, "DON'T DO IT, GIRL, HE ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU." TO HELP GET US TO THE ANAL STUFF, ADD A SINGLE LINE IN AN EARLIER SEX SCENE, I GUESS IN THE PARK, WHERE HE TOUCHES YOUR ASS AND YOU LIKE IT. THAT SIMPLE THING CHANGES IT FROM A GUY WHO WANTS TO DO A GIRL IN THE ASS BEFORE HE VANISHES TO A GUY WHO NOTICES WHAT HIS PARTNER LIKES AND WANTS TO TRY IT WITH HER. THE LATTER TURNS ME ON BIG TIME; THE FORMER TEMPTS ME TO HIT THE BACK BUTTON. OF COURSE, THIS IS ALWAYS YOUR STORY. ISSUES OF OWNERSHIP AND GIVING ONESELF TURN A LOT OF PEOPLE ON, INCLUDING POSSIBLY YOU. THERE ARE WHOLE CATEGORIES OF THIS IN LITEROTICA THAT ARE SUPER-POPULAR. SO IT IS DEFINITELY YOUR CHOICE. IF YOU CHOOSE MY SUGGESTED ROUTE, TRY BUILDING MORE ENJOYMENT IN THE ANAL PENETRATION. IT COMES OFF AS KIND OF CLINICAL RIGHT NOW. OK, I WILL PUT MY REMAINING COMMENTS IN THE EMAIL I AM ABOUT TO WRITE.
So that's an example of my editing (with all the spelling and punctuation stuff that you cannot see). When people ask for fast editing turnaround, is this what they are looking for, or do they just want a grammar check? As editors, what sorts of advice do you give?
This is from a story in progress and I received permission from the author to post her work with my editing. Everything in normal font is the author's original story. Everything in CAPS is me editing. You will also seem some punctuation errors and the like. I fix all those in Track Changes, but I cannot figure out an easy way to indicate that here. So just remember that, as well as the CAPS comments, I am also editing that stuff. The question: Am I going crazy doing this much? This author appears to find all these comments worthwhile and always takes time to think about them. I love working with her. Other authors seem to be put off that I didn't like their story, even though I only make lots of comments on stories I do like, and never publish anything or at least don't speak to me anymore. What do you all do? Part of the story right in the middle of things:
"
His instructions to me were cryptic, and I had no idea what was to take place. He’d emailed me with “directions” that I was supposed to follow, giving absolutely no indication of what would happen once I’d followed them. I looked at the email once more, it read “Meet me at the park. I know you run each night at 8:30 p.m., dress for it. When you get there, walk to the third grouping of trees on the left side. I’ll meet you there.” That was it.THIS MAKES ME WONDER HOW HE KNOWS. I KNOW IF CO-WORKERS GO RUNNING IN THE EVENING, BUT I DON'T KNOW THE EXACT TIME. HAS HE BEEN WATCHING YOU?
As I approached the indicated group of trees I began searching for him, my eyes adjusting to the eliminating blackness. I JUST REALIZED THAT WE ARE TOO FAR INTO THE STORY NOW TO HAVE NO IDEA REALLY WHAT THE TWO OF YOU LOOK LIKE. I DON'T KNOW IF YOU ARE 23 OR 56. WHAT COLOR HAIR ANYONE HAS OR ANYTHING. FIND SPOTS TO DROP LITTLE HINTS. YOU HAVE DESCRIBED HIM AS LEAN AND TAUT, SO YOU MAY NOT NEED TOO MUCH MORE, BUT IT IS TIME TO THINK ABOUT YOURSELF. DOES HE CARESS YOUR SHORT HAIR OR LONG HAIR, RED HAIR OR BLONDE HAIR? TAN SKIN, BLACK SKIN, PALE SKIN, ETC. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DO NOT ADD ONE OF THOSE "I'M 5'4" BLONDE WITH GREEN EYES AND A BODY MY FRIENDS SAY IS GREAT DUE TO MY REGULAR ATTENDANCE AT THE GYM." JUST DROP A FEW HINTS AS WE GO AND LET THE READER MAKE UP THE REST TO WHATEVER THEY FIND HOT.I thought I saw movement, but wasn’t sure SEE, TWO VERBS "SAY BUT WASN'T." NO COMMAuntil I was only two steps away, and he appeared SUBJECT AND VERB SO COMMAbefore me. I trembled with anticipation as he smiled.
“Hi,.” I smiled in return. Sudden shyness making my voice come out in a whisper.
“Hello. I’m glad you could make it.” He grinned as though this was a joke, and I could see that he never doubted for a second that I would be here and be on time.WITH A WOMAN WHOSE GREATEST FANTASY WAS TO PERFORM ORAL SEX ON HIM WITH NO RETURN PLAY, I DON'T DOUBT IT EITHER, LOL.
He was dressed similarly to me in jogging pants, T-shirt, and sweatshirt, each article outlining his tall, lean body. LOVELY My heartbeat started to race, and anticipation filled me. I wondered what was in store, while at the same time restraining the sudden urge to tackle him and speed things along. I didn’t need to wait long, however. Before I could blink, or even think of a smart comment to make to his greeting, I was opening my mouth to match the onslaught of his tongue. I felt his hands reach behind me and cup my buttocks TERM SEEMS TOO GENTLE SINCE YOU WERE FINGERING YOUR CUNT A PAGE OR SO BACK, AT LEAST BUTT OR ASS OR SOMETHING "HARDER", gently massaging them through the material, and my mound was intimately pressed against his quickly hardening member. I was wet and ready for him, and I marveled at the speed at which he could create such a reaction. I ground my hips against him, silently begging for more. LOVELY
He broke the kiss and took a step back, desire darkening his eyes. “I’d meant to kiss you, but that’s all.” THIS IS A BIT CONFUSING. IT SOUNDS LIKE HE MEANT TO KISS YOU BUT DID SOMETHING MORE, GOING BEYOND HIS PLANS, BUT HE ONLY DID KISS YOU, RIGHT? YOU ARE FEELING HIM UP, BUT HE WASN'T FEELING YOU UP.(ACTUALLY AS I REVIEW THIS NOW, I SEE MY COMMENT WAS IN ERROR)He chuckled. “I have more in store for you before this is over, and I’m not going to rush it by letting my hormones… well, let’s just say that I’m not letting my cock lead the way. Come with me, my slave wench!”
I cracked up laughing at the caveman tone, and followed him further into the privacy of the trees, noticing that upon the ground lay a blanket.
“Okay, now it’s my turn. Drop ‘em!”
I laughed. “Excuse me? That’s not very romantic.”
“Oh, right. How did that go? This isn’t about romance, woman, it’s about sex… Now drop ‘em.”
My fingertips reached for the waistband of my jogging pants and I started to lower them.
“Wait, I’ve changed my mind. Take off your shirt instead.”LMAO. HILARIOUS. THAT TINY BIT SHOWS SO MUCH ABOUT HIM AND YOU, RIGHT THERE. YOU MADE A PLAN AND STUCK TO IT, NO MATTER WHAT. HE TRIES TO, BUT IMMEDIATELY WANTS MORE AND CHANGES IT. IT'S GREAT.
I looked at him incredulously. “What? You’re daft! It has to be 30 degrees out here. I’m not doing that,.” I said defiantly.
He cocked an eyebrow, “Oh really? I think you will.” His voice held a tremor of challenge, and I shivered at the tone.
Slowly, I lifted my shirt and pulled it off, the cold, night air sending goose bumps and shivers through my system. Warm hands touched my skin, and I felt his fingertips trace the underside of my sports bra before that small piece of fabric was lifted and carried from my body. My, my breasts bouncing into place before his gaze, hard nipples begging for his touch.
“Close your eyes,”, he whispered gruffly.
Closing my eyes, I stood for a moment shivering, before I felt something cover them. I realized I was being blindfolded, and my shivering turned into trembling as fire raced through my veins. MAKE IT CLEAR YOU DIDN'T JUST BECOME SCARED OF HIM; AT LEAST NOT SCARED IN THE BAD WAYWhatever he had planned, I apparently wasn’t going to get to watch. The blindfold secure, I felt his fingertips trace down the bare skin on my arms, slowing for a moment as they passed my breasts, then speeding up as they traced down to the palms of my hands. I can’t describe what his touch did to me! How hot I felt at that moment, how I wanted to feel his hands on every inch of my skin, how mesmerized I was with anticipation of the next moment. I ONCE HAD A SENTENCE LIKE THIS, WHERE I ADMITTED TO THE READER I COULD NOT DESCRIBE SOMETHING, AND MY EDITOR HAD ME TAKE IT OUT. WHILE IT IS IN FACT TRUE THAT YOU CAN'T REALLY DESCRIBE THESE THINGS, I THINK SHE WAS RIGHT. IT'S JARRING AS YOU HAVE NEVER ADDRESSED THE READER BEFORE. WE AS AUTHORS NEED TO FIND A WAY TO DESCRIBE IT. THAT'S OUR JOB. ACTUALLY, WHAT YOU DO SAY PROBABLY IS GOOD ENOUGH, SO MAYBE JUST TAKE OUT THE "I CANT DESCRIBE" LINE.My breathing was coming out in quick, uneven patterns, and my legs were turning to jelly. It was becoming harder to stand with each passing second.
As if reading my thoughts, I felt my hands being tugged, as he and was led me two steps over to where I knew the blanket was laid on the ground.
“I want you to lay down. I’ll help guide you onto the blanket. It’s okay.” His voice was halting, and I imagined that he was looking at me with desireand I could hear the desire in it.. The thought sent a rush of warm wetness out of my body, and I groaned at the instant reaction that the sensation brought as my clit swelled. DO YOU ACTUALLY MEAN THAT WETNESS CAME OUT OF YOUR BODY? IF SO, MAKE IT CLEAR. FEEL IT TRICKLE DOWN YOUR THIGHS. THAT WILL GET THE READER GOING.I felt a rush of air on my skin as I stretched fully out on the blanket, and my nipples hardened even more as I trembled.
PART IV
A NOTE ON THE PARTS. YOU DON'T REALLY NEED A NEW PART HERE, UNLESS YOU WANT TO PUBLISH THIS LIKE A CLIFF HANGER. BELIEVE IT OR NOT, THIS STORY IS SHORT, MAYBE GOING ONTO A SECOND PAGE ON LITEROTICA AT MOST, SO YOU DON'T NEED TO BREAK IT UP UNLESS YOU JUST WANT TO TO TEASE THE READER. IF SO, IT SEEMS THERE ARE REALLY TWO PARTS SO FAR. PART ONE IS BEGINNING TO END OF ACTION IN THE STORE ROOM. WE ARE STILL IN PART TWO. I felt more than heard him move and sensed that he was kneeling beside me, but that still didn’t prepare me for his hot mouth on my breast. Arching my back, I gasped and felt my body rocket off the blanket, his hard, demanding suckling making me cry out with pleasure. His free hand found it’s way over to my other and started massaging. Sensation and need overtook my senses and I writhed beneath his touch.SO, BREAST PLAY. IT HAS DIFFERENT EFFECTS ON DIFFERENT PEOPLE. IN ROMANCE NOVELS, THE HEROINE IS ALWAYS JUMPING OUT OF HER SKIN, WHEN SOMEONE TOUCHES A NIPPLE. BUT A LOT OF WOMEN REALLY DON'T. LICKING THE EAR MIGHT BE BETTER FOR THEM. THE POINT IS SIMPLY TO MAKE YOUR CHARACTER UNIQUE. IF SHE REALLY JUMPS TO THE CEILING WITH BREAST PLAY, THEN KEEP IT, BUT IF SHE DOESN'T, DON'T FEEL OBLIGATED TO HAVE IT JUST BECAUSE IT IS COMMON IN ROMANCES AND EROTICA. THIS IS TRUE THROUGHOUT. IF YOU LOVE PENETRATION BUT NOT CLIT PLAY, OR VICE VERSA, MAKE IT THAT WAY IN THE STORY. EVERY PERSON IS INDIVIDUAL AND IT'S GREAT TO LET THAT UNIQUENESS SHINE THROUGH IN THE SEX.
I felt him stretch the length of his body out beside me, and I reached out to touch him, my hands reaching under his sweatshirt searching for skin. I found it, hot, hard, silky. GREATI groaned. I wanted more, and started searching for it, but as I heard him chuckle, I knew my game plan had been found out.
“Nice try, but if you don’t keep your hands to yourself, I’m going to tie them together.”
"
OK, here is another section. I had been enjoying the story so far but later the author took a turn and I just couldn't follow. I have pasted a part from the story. At the end was my sort of summary paragraph.
"
I lay there spent, a puddle on the floor unable to move, yet wanting more of what had just happened. Sean layid on his side by me his fingers and hand caressing my bare skin waiting for me to rejoin him on planet earth. His mouth occasionally soughtseeking some untouched place on my body to discover and taste.
This man was so incredible. I couldn’t get enough of him. There was not enough of him. I wanted to open up my body and swallow him whole. I TOTALLY TOTALLY GET THAT EMOTION. AWESOME.To keep him with me for longer than tonight. For longer than the last few weeks. Sighing, I turned toward him, desperate to take whatever was offered and hold it close for as long as possible.
His mouth found mine and he kissed me gently before pulling away. “Ah, my little sex kitten, at last for your surprise.”
He pulled away from me and grabbed a small brown paper bag that had been hidden beneath the blanket, opening it and dumping its contents on the ground between us. A white vibrator, about an inch and a half in diameter and six inches long, and a bottle of Eros fell out. OK,I'M NAIVE AND DON'T KNOW. IS EROS LUBE? MANY OF YOUR READERS WILL BE NAIVE TOOI looked up at him questioningly.
“It’s time for you to fulfill your end of the bargain. Tonight, you will give yourself up completely to me, and I will own you.” He paused and smiled before adding, “All of you”.I DON'T THINK THE TONE OF THIS IS QUITE RIGHT. I'M SORRY. I DON'TKNOW. I KNOW SOME WOMEN GET REALLY TURNED ON BY THE IDEA OF GIVING ONESELF TO ANOTHER WHO DESERVES HER. BEING OWNED. IT TURNS ME, PERSONALLY, OFF. ALSO, THERE'S JUST BEEN NO HINT OF OWNERSHIP AND SUCH IN THE FOREGOING. IT'S BEEN PLAYFUL AND DELIGHTFUL. I WILL KEEP READING AND WRITE MORE. WHAT I AM THINKING RIGHT NOW IS THAT YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A NEW ACT TO BE THE CLIMAX OF THE STORY. BUT YOU MAY NOT NEED THAT. THE EMOTIONAL SHIFT HAS BEEN THE NEW INGREDIENT IN THIS PART, AND IT MIGHT BE ENOUGH. ANYWAY, CONTINUING ON....
Although he hadn’t spoken the words, I knew what he meant and started to object, still unsure if I was ready to try something that I felt might be more bold thant what even my inhibitions allowed. I started to shake my head, but stopped. It was then that I realized that I wanted him to own all of me- to brand all of me- and maybe with this final act I’d finally have had enough of him.OOH, SAME THOUGHTS. I DON'T WANT TO BE BRANDED. OK, SOMETIMES I DO. I GET IT. I AM JUST NOT SURE I GET IT IN THIS CONTEXT. IT'S A BIG CHANGE.
“What’s the vibrator for?” I asked, breathless. But h
His answer of, “you’ll see,” didn’t tell me much.
He stood and removed his clothes, and I watched as each article of clothing fell to the ground and his beautiful body was revealed. I marveled at his self-confidence, thinking that he’d overcome much of the shyness and uncertainty that I had seen in our first interlude just weeks earlier. This man before me was sure of what he wanted, and at that moment it was me.
As his underwear fell to the ground I looked up at his extraordinarily hard cock and felt that same breathless excitement that I had the first time I saw him naked, and, before I could think better of it, I was on my knees and my mouth was swallowing as much of his size and it could. My mouth watering and my tongue loving the taste of his pre-cum. SEE, I THINK THIS DESIRE FOR HIM CAN BE JUST FROM THE EMOTIONS OF THE SCENE. WONDERFULLY HOT JUST THERE.
I heard him groan. “Roll over onto your stomach.”
Easing off of his cock, with slow movements I did as he asked, smiling up into his eyes before they disappeared behind me. As I was about to lie fully on the ground, his hands positioned themselves under my abdomen and urged my ass to tilt into the air.
“I was going to take a little more time with you, but thanks to your recent decision to torture me, I’ve changed my mind.”
I wasn’t sure I was happy with this news, since I felt that I’d like to take a lot more time to ease into this situation, but I was a woman of my word, and this was our last bet for this football season. As I was about to let my brain drift into the myriad world of thinking about how sad that sounded, I felt his hands on my ass and I jumped as the cold liquid Eros hit my skin.
“Hey!” I shot a look of daggers back at him for his deliberate cruelness. “That wasn’t nice.”I'M HAVING A HARD TIME GIVING GOOD ADVICE HERE, BECAUSE I AM TURNED OFF. IS IT JUST THE FEW WORDS? I AM NOT SURE. EVERYTHING WAS JUST SO PLAYFUL AND SEXY BEFORE...
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OK, SO FIRST I SHOULD SAY THAT I AM REALLY EXHAUSTED RIGHT NOW AND PROBABLY NOT IN THE BEST MOOD, SO I HOPE I HAVEN'T BEEN NASTY ABOVE AT ALL. AS YOU CAN TELL, I REALLY LIKE THIS STORY. REALLY. BUT I COULDN'T QUITE FOLLOW YOU IN THE LAST PART. THE PROBLEM, FOR ME, IS NOT ANAL PLAY. THAT CAN BE REALLY HOT. IT'S HOW THE EMOTIONS CHANGED. THERE ARE THE WORDS OF OWNING HOLES AND THE LIKE WHICH TURN ME OFF. I WOULD BE DELIGHTED IF YOU COULD RE-WORK IT SO THAT THIS IS A PLAYFUL, NEW EXPERIMENT THAT YOU ARE WILLING TO TRY WITH THIS WONDERFUL MAN. AS SOON AS HE SAID "OWN YOU" I WAS LIKE, "DON'T DO IT, GIRL, HE ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU." TO HELP GET US TO THE ANAL STUFF, ADD A SINGLE LINE IN AN EARLIER SEX SCENE, I GUESS IN THE PARK, WHERE HE TOUCHES YOUR ASS AND YOU LIKE IT. THAT SIMPLE THING CHANGES IT FROM A GUY WHO WANTS TO DO A GIRL IN THE ASS BEFORE HE VANISHES TO A GUY WHO NOTICES WHAT HIS PARTNER LIKES AND WANTS TO TRY IT WITH HER. THE LATTER TURNS ME ON BIG TIME; THE FORMER TEMPTS ME TO HIT THE BACK BUTTON. OF COURSE, THIS IS ALWAYS YOUR STORY. ISSUES OF OWNERSHIP AND GIVING ONESELF TURN A LOT OF PEOPLE ON, INCLUDING POSSIBLY YOU. THERE ARE WHOLE CATEGORIES OF THIS IN LITEROTICA THAT ARE SUPER-POPULAR. SO IT IS DEFINITELY YOUR CHOICE. IF YOU CHOOSE MY SUGGESTED ROUTE, TRY BUILDING MORE ENJOYMENT IN THE ANAL PENETRATION. IT COMES OFF AS KIND OF CLINICAL RIGHT NOW. OK, I WILL PUT MY REMAINING COMMENTS IN THE EMAIL I AM ABOUT TO WRITE.
So that's an example of my editing (with all the spelling and punctuation stuff that you cannot see). When people ask for fast editing turnaround, is this what they are looking for, or do they just want a grammar check? As editors, what sorts of advice do you give?
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