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HandsInTheDark
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I don't get a lot of pleasure from reading stories on Lit, and I realised some time ago it's because I'm too busy rewriting all of it in my head to match my own writing preferences. (This only seems to happen for erotica). Maybe it's because I grew up on Alistair Mclean stories, but for the most part I feel bogged down in most of I see on the site. From women writers it's generally the adjjectivitis. For guys I'm usually annoyed at the overly detailed mechanics of sex and the focus on physical descriptions (cf discussions of breasts size).
Mostly I look at stories when I get favorited and I go see what else the fan is fond of. (Usually I'm horrified.) This morning I ran across a highly rated (4.8+) story and got about three paragraphs in before I had to stop.
Yes, I know that's my problem and no true reflection on anyone's writing. But I'm curious about something.
As an exercise, I'm going to post a few of the story's paragraphs, unattributed (and apologies if it's yours). And then my rewrite. I'm inviting people to add their own rewrites; I want to see how other people deal with it. Try to maintain the personalities the two paragraphs hint at.
-- Original
Henry tightened his hold on her legs, preventing her feeble and half-hearted attempts of escaping the pleasure of his tongue. He looked up at her, smiling mischievously at her flushed face and heaving chest, "just relax Elena, you will like this..." he cooed while maintaining a firm hold on her legs.
Elena stiffened as she felt Henry's fingers part her delicate folds with one hand while his other hand continued to stop Elena's attempts in covering herself from him. She gasped loudly as she felt his warm, firm tongue push between her folds, sliding into her pussy, inch by wet inch. She let out a deep breath as she felt his tongue slide back out, but gasped anew as Henry's tongue pushed back in, deeper than before.
-- Mine (I tried to keep her relative innocence and his playfulness.)
"Henry!" Elena gasped, as Henry's tongue began to tease the folds of her pussy. "What - stop it"! She shifted, trying to get away, but his grip on her legs tightened, forcing her into a more exposed position.
"You'll like it," he chuckled mischievously. "Listen to your breathing. It sounds to me like you already like it a lot."
She tried to push him off. "It just feels stran- stop! No mor-"
His tongue pushed deep into her suddenly, and her protests collapsed into a ragged moan. It pressed deeper, then slid out and flicked lightly, spreading her open.
"Stop," she said, more weakly. "This is so wrong-"
His only reply was a teasing series of fluttering teases around her clit, and then forceful flicking. Her head fell back and her body tensed, slowly. "Henry... don't..."
And then a fingertip, slowly parting her folds, then suddenly forcing into her. She sobbed, arching, rigid, already hungry for more. His muted chuckle brought a hot blush to her cheeks.
Mostly I look at stories when I get favorited and I go see what else the fan is fond of. (Usually I'm horrified.) This morning I ran across a highly rated (4.8+) story and got about three paragraphs in before I had to stop.
Yes, I know that's my problem and no true reflection on anyone's writing. But I'm curious about something.
As an exercise, I'm going to post a few of the story's paragraphs, unattributed (and apologies if it's yours). And then my rewrite. I'm inviting people to add their own rewrites; I want to see how other people deal with it. Try to maintain the personalities the two paragraphs hint at.
-- Original
Henry tightened his hold on her legs, preventing her feeble and half-hearted attempts of escaping the pleasure of his tongue. He looked up at her, smiling mischievously at her flushed face and heaving chest, "just relax Elena, you will like this..." he cooed while maintaining a firm hold on her legs.
Elena stiffened as she felt Henry's fingers part her delicate folds with one hand while his other hand continued to stop Elena's attempts in covering herself from him. She gasped loudly as she felt his warm, firm tongue push between her folds, sliding into her pussy, inch by wet inch. She let out a deep breath as she felt his tongue slide back out, but gasped anew as Henry's tongue pushed back in, deeper than before.
-- Mine (I tried to keep her relative innocence and his playfulness.)
"Henry!" Elena gasped, as Henry's tongue began to tease the folds of her pussy. "What - stop it"! She shifted, trying to get away, but his grip on her legs tightened, forcing her into a more exposed position.
"You'll like it," he chuckled mischievously. "Listen to your breathing. It sounds to me like you already like it a lot."
She tried to push him off. "It just feels stran- stop! No mor-"
His tongue pushed deep into her suddenly, and her protests collapsed into a ragged moan. It pressed deeper, then slid out and flicked lightly, spreading her open.
"Stop," she said, more weakly. "This is so wrong-"
His only reply was a teasing series of fluttering teases around her clit, and then forceful flicking. Her head fell back and her body tensed, slowly. "Henry... don't..."
And then a fingertip, slowly parting her folds, then suddenly forcing into her. She sobbed, arching, rigid, already hungry for more. His muted chuckle brought a hot blush to her cheeks.