For Laurel and all the others who inspired me. Laurel started all this with her post last Oct:
10-20-1999 12:18 PM
A Reader's Perspective (just my opinions, of course!):
I like stories that have a story to tell - meaning, they aren't just slices of life ("I woke up, had sex, went to work, boffed my secretary, went home and did my wife again."
For me, a good story has a theme, or a thesis. The events in my life that I remember most are things that taught me something about life or about people, that illustrated a point. For example, I remember my first boyfriend because he broke my heart and showed me not to be so open to people. Stories without points are like day to day events - experienced, then forgotten.
If you're going to write a story about getting up, doing your wife, then boffing your secretary at work, show me why I should care. What do your actions say about you, about people in general? What insights into human nature can be gleaned? What makes this day special, or these events unique?
I think it was Kurt Vonnegut Jr. who said, when writing a story, chop out anything that doesn't either provide character development or further the plot. I love well-written description, but don't use it as window dressing. Use it to describe your characters. Instead of being technical ("her 36DD chest"), describe how the folds of her dress fall across that chest, or the shape of her nipples straining against the fabric. Bring us into the scene, don't beat us over the head with numbers.
These are just a few observations - a couple things to think about when you write.
Hope this makes some sense...
Yes a story, a real story that goes somewhere and hopefully discovers one of those little facets of life that make up the whole of living, then manages to come back home again. There are two center chapters that are the pivot of the whole story but they feature a brutal rape. Writing the rape scenes was arousing and depressing, somehow the thought of total control of a beautiful woman is so arousing that even now I get excited just thinking of it but the effects of rape are so depressing that after writing these chapters I almost quit. The story had a life of its own and it was headed down dark and morbid paths that I didn't want to tread. Karen was to be a lost soul used and abused by all that came in contact with her. I wanted to have a happy ending so I forced the story to an ending that I liked. I can only hope that you will like it too.
We all have events that mark the high and low points in our life, this story is about one of those.
*** CHAPTER 1 ***
Karen and Paul were looking forward to the weekend in New York but never dreamed how much it would change their lives. After 5 years of marriage, they had two children Sara 4, and Timothy 2. They loved being a mom and dad but getting little time to relax and have some grownup fun was going to be a real treat. "The trip" was the major topic at home and it had taken a lot of extra work and special arrangements just to make it possible. Mr. Saddler had started it all when he walked into the office three weeks ago and said "Paul, I want you to go to the conference in New York. Sam has had to schedule some medical tests for that weekend and he can't go."
"What?" was all Paul managed to get out before Mr. Saddler informed him that he was the only other person who knew enough of the computers and networking to get much good from the conference.
"Oh and by the way we made arrangements for two people to go, so if you want, you can take that pretty little wife of yours along too."
Paul couldn't wait to get home and tell Karen, but expected to hear all the reasons why they couldn't both go. She surprised him and was at least as excited as he was about going. She would arrange it so the kids and the pets were all taken care of. They had three weeks before they were to fly out and if they started now it would all be fine. In just the first week, she arranged for her parents to keep the kids for the long weekend and for the neighbors to look after the two dogs and check on the cat.
The next week Karen spent shopping for "The trip." Her wardrobe now was very conservative with maternity, mommy, and housewife clothes. She had always had a very nice figure set off by her long blonde hair and legs that belonged on a fashion model. In the years before she was married she had loved the attention she could attract by wearing short skirts and low cut blouses. Paul had first noticed her as she walked by the tennis courts at college with a miniskirt so short, her white panties showed. Paul was by no means her first lover but had always said he didn't care as long as he was her last. They had decided when they started dating that it was best to let old history stay in the past.
Karen worried that now with a little age, she was 26, and the effect of having two children with the resulting spreading of the hips, she would not be able to find anything that she looked good in. In truth she looked better now than ever at 5'6" she had gone from a C to a D cup in bra size and only gained two inches in her hips. She was now a 38D -28-36 and weighted 117+ lbs. in the nude but she wouldn't tell plus what.
She shopped several different stores before she bought her first outfit. At first she had tried on clothes that were similar to what she had hanging in the closet at home, but she slowly started looking at sexy little skirts and lacy little nothings. She forgot about being conservative and enjoyed feeling sexy and getting stares. The salespeople had been wonderful as they kept urging her to try on even more daring dresses and revealing outfits. In one store as she had been trying on clothes when her hair had gotten caught in the closure on the bra. She had been unable to get it undone by herself and had to ask the saleslady help her.
Karen got wet just thinking about it. The saleslady's name was Lucy and she had been very helpful, complimenting Karen on how good she looked in different outfits and making many suggestions on what was in style in the Big Apple now. Lucy was slender, dark complected, with small perky tits and looked a lot like the models that you see in the fashion shows. She had stayed close by every time that Karen had changed, offering to go and get other items or sizes. The last outfit that Karen had tried on was a white ankle length skirt, split up the side almost to the waist, with a loose fitting top. It had long sleeves and showed a lot of cleavage and shoulders. She matched it with white lace hi-cut French panties, a strapless lace pushup bra, white stilettos, and a thin gold belt. Karen thought she looked good in it. Lucy said that it looked stunning especially the way it showed off her breasts and legs.
It was while she had been undressing that her hair had caught in the bra closure. Lucy had squeezed into the little dressing room to help. Karen was just in panties and a bra and with the two of them in the little room, there was a lot of body contact. Karen could still remember the feel of Lucy's body pressed against hers as Lucy tried to untangle her hair from the clasp. When Lucy had finally gotten it undone, she had slowly taken both ends of the bra and brought it around to the front leaving Karen's large breasts exposed. She had gently brushed the nipples with her fingertips as she watched Karen's reaction in the mirror. Karen's nipples had turned rock hard and her face a dark shade of pink as she pulled her long hair to the front, covering her breasts. She thanked Lucy and told her she could manage by herself now. Karen dressed and wondered at the confused feelings she was having. She was ashamed that Lucy's touch had affected her that way but was so aroused by it, that it was all she could think of. Karen had bought the outfit and told Lucy she had to go and pick someone up now.
Karen picked the kids up from the babysitter and had supper ready before her husband got home. She daydreamed about what might have happened if Lucy had stayed in the dressing room. She fantasized a lot now, with sex at home almost at a standstill. Luckily this was one of the days that Paul didn't have to stay late at the office. He had been working late most nights as he tried to gather up all the information he needed for the conference and still get his own job done.