Share an excerpt from your work in progress

[SkyBubble]

Make it something that delighted you, that you thought was special. I’m suggesting one sentence to a full paragraph, not more. Something that makes you think, ‘I’m kinda OK at this.’

I’ll sit this one out as you’re all gonna be sick of snippets from my WIP before long .

Does awork that's in pending right now qualify?

 

[Zootonius]

I'm writing a sappy romance.

The context is a man who just made a purchase in a jewelry store and is about to leave,

"The man simply smiled, but his eyes lingered on Megan, as if drinking in a beautiful sunset before it disappeared."

 

[ralfster]

Writing female-to-futa TF:

She had not been prepared for how demanding this new part of her could have been. The yearning for that one cathartic moment of release, the severity of the sensation as her body pushed all that frustration and exasperation out in a few blasts of cum, the sheer relief when it was over.

"By all the gods," she said to herself. "No wonder men act like such idiots."

 

[Venefica]

"The waitress, a middle-aged woman with a tired but friendly smile, happy that a fight had been avoided, took their order and returned to the kitchen. The other bikers had gone back to their conversations, though their eyes kept on Charlotte and Jake. The tension in the diner had shifted. The pack of bikers no longer looked on Charlotte as a prey but as new playing comrade. The atmosphere shifted from hostility to curiosity."

 

[APilgrimSquare]

From a cuckquean fetish story I'm working on (any one else have too many WIP?). May never publish it. Feels too much like male wish-fulfillment, but will see!

I sat at the kitchen table, phone forgotten in my hand, watching her wipe down the granite. Yvette wore high-waisted denim shorts with the cuffs rolled, baggy around the waist but clinging where it mattered, hinting at the hidden volumes underneath, her perfect rear. Her white t-shirt was carelessly tucked in, whisper-thin, the outline of her bra straps just barely visible on her back when she leaned her lissome body over the counter tops. I watched her as she worked, marveling and despairing in equal measure at her graceful movements, her fluidity, her unteachable elegance. She looked like she belonged on the runway, proof that the body made the outfits.

 

[old_prof]

This is from my current WIP, which is still in rough draft form. It is a spin-off story story from my original series, where the main character/narrator is the only new character to me. It is intended to be able to be read as a stand alone story, but the nuances should be clearer to someone who has read the series. I am not even sure this segment will make the final edit, but I like it anyway, so

When we near the table, Audrey says, “Natalie has graciously invited Tim and me to share her bed tonight. All so I don’t have to get dressed and walk back home.”

I watch Tim’s reaction. He is just short of drooling. I kiss Audrey passionately, then walk behind Tim’s chair on the way back to mine. When I am straight behind him, I reach around his muscled bulk, grab his mostly flaccid cock and squeeze it, saying, “I am hoping to become much more familiar with another new friend tonight.”

I let go and walk back to my chair. I am not sure he is short of drooling anymore. And Big Ben is certainly not flaccid now.