MaineHandyMan
Handsome Older Man
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Hello,
Not sure if I'm doing this correctly but I am looking for a proofreader/editor for my first story. Its CNC and about 6000 words.
I am ok with modification suggestions to the story that will make it better and more readable. I've previewed it to some female chat friend and the response has been very positive! I will add a snippet below.
When Vanilla just won't do. A CNC encounter (tenative title description)
I looked down at my drink only to find the ice staring back at me, she was late. Coming from somewhere southwest of Boston, I had anticipated her tardiness but this was my second rum and coke; the first one had gone down fast. I nursed the next drink for another 30 minutes steadily growing angrier with the passing of time. This would not bode well for her given our dynamic as we had been chatting for months about our fantasies and desires and now finally it was going to happen.
Her fantasy was to be taken and used by an older guy. Her husband was simply too vanilla for her. One of her former boyfriends had introduced her to being bound and helpless and she had never been more excited. Over the long months of chatting I had amassed an assortment of tools and toys for our eventual meeting and had the experience to use them. We had roleplayed the consensual non-consent scenario well over a dozen times, new elements were introduced, some were subtracted, and venues changed as well as did the manner in which I took her. She wanted it rapey and rough, I insisted she at least resist and verbally fight back until I broke her will and she submitted. Staring down at the glass, I tipped it back and emptied its contents and was just about to set it down on the bar and settle my tab when a young lady walked through the doorway.
Rachel Levine was just 28 years old, she had worn the same blue dress she had on in the very first picture she had shared. I had insisted upon that even after she lamented that the dress was likely too tight for her now. Rachel had always blurred out her face, looking at her in the flesh I wondered why she had hidden such a beautiful visage. Her high cheekbones held up her sparkling blue eyes and her brunette hair cascaded down her neck and shoulders. As she walked towards me her nervous smile revealed a set of perfectly straight white teeth.
I stood up, ever the gentleman at least in public, holding my forearms out close to my torso inviting her for a brief, almost professional hug. To the casual observer I am sure we looked like the older supervisor meeting with his younger college. I directed her to the chair next to me, my hand guiding her at the small of her back. As she moved to sit I slid my hand lower, my palm and fingers lightly brushing the curve of her incredible ass. I had chosen the hotel we were to meet in well, it had a swanky rooftop bar overlooking Portsmouth harbor and I had arrived early enough to set up the room, change, and chose my seat at the bar. I picked the far corner of the L-shaped bar and only three seats occupied the corner. I signaled the Bartender and ordered two rum and cokes.
My chat name is Mainehandyman, however, I am interested in using a "pen" name or "nom de plume" or do a name change if necessary.
Respectfully,
Kerry
Not sure if I'm doing this correctly but I am looking for a proofreader/editor for my first story. Its CNC and about 6000 words.
I am ok with modification suggestions to the story that will make it better and more readable. I've previewed it to some female chat friend and the response has been very positive! I will add a snippet below.
When Vanilla just won't do. A CNC encounter (tenative title description)
I looked down at my drink only to find the ice staring back at me, she was late. Coming from somewhere southwest of Boston, I had anticipated her tardiness but this was my second rum and coke; the first one had gone down fast. I nursed the next drink for another 30 minutes steadily growing angrier with the passing of time. This would not bode well for her given our dynamic as we had been chatting for months about our fantasies and desires and now finally it was going to happen.
Her fantasy was to be taken and used by an older guy. Her husband was simply too vanilla for her. One of her former boyfriends had introduced her to being bound and helpless and she had never been more excited. Over the long months of chatting I had amassed an assortment of tools and toys for our eventual meeting and had the experience to use them. We had roleplayed the consensual non-consent scenario well over a dozen times, new elements were introduced, some were subtracted, and venues changed as well as did the manner in which I took her. She wanted it rapey and rough, I insisted she at least resist and verbally fight back until I broke her will and she submitted. Staring down at the glass, I tipped it back and emptied its contents and was just about to set it down on the bar and settle my tab when a young lady walked through the doorway.
Rachel Levine was just 28 years old, she had worn the same blue dress she had on in the very first picture she had shared. I had insisted upon that even after she lamented that the dress was likely too tight for her now. Rachel had always blurred out her face, looking at her in the flesh I wondered why she had hidden such a beautiful visage. Her high cheekbones held up her sparkling blue eyes and her brunette hair cascaded down her neck and shoulders. As she walked towards me her nervous smile revealed a set of perfectly straight white teeth.
I stood up, ever the gentleman at least in public, holding my forearms out close to my torso inviting her for a brief, almost professional hug. To the casual observer I am sure we looked like the older supervisor meeting with his younger college. I directed her to the chair next to me, my hand guiding her at the small of her back. As she moved to sit I slid my hand lower, my palm and fingers lightly brushing the curve of her incredible ass. I had chosen the hotel we were to meet in well, it had a swanky rooftop bar overlooking Portsmouth harbor and I had arrived early enough to set up the room, change, and chose my seat at the bar. I picked the far corner of the L-shaped bar and only three seats occupied the corner. I signaled the Bartender and ordered two rum and cokes.
My chat name is Mainehandyman, however, I am interested in using a "pen" name or "nom de plume" or do a name change if necessary.
Respectfully,
Kerry
