Becoming John and Charlotte

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Becoming John and Charlotte

This story leans heavily on an earlier story of mine, The Yellow Pages Girl Pt.01. It’s not essential, but it will add to your enjoyment of this story if you read that first. It will just make more sense.

Usual disclaimers… everyone over 18, no STI’s, anal sex and analingus may be involved.

I am going to tell you the story about Natalie, a new Literotica member and novice author.

As well as being a Literotica author, I also volunteer my services as an Editor. I find this an enjoyable pastime, as I can help budding authors to turn their fantasy story into something which is hopefully, better written, and more acceptable to our adoring readers.

In many cases, I’ve built up a long-term working relationship with authors, who will regularly send me their latest blockbuster for review.

Also, bearing in mind this was co-written by the lovely Natalie, please be sure to follow NatXBoo and read her story.

I’ll let her introduce herself…

Natalie

I’ve always been into sex. I don’t just mean enjoying having it. I mean talking about it, reading about it, researching it, experimenting with it. I suppose you could say I’m not your typical vanilla type of girl.

Having enjoyed reading some erotic literature, I eventually stumbled across Literotica and soon decided I’d try and pen one of my past adventures as my first story attempt. Unfortunately, I’m not the best writer and I’ll happily admit it. My first attempt didn’t get published and it was suggested I reach out to a volunteer editor for help.

Phil

Natalie had written a draft about how her drunk boyfriend had got her to have sex with him, right in front of his football teammate. The scene ended up with her boyfriend leaving her with his well-hung mate and she ended up wanking him off all over her body. The truthful story pretty much ended at that point. The problem was, the tale fizzled out somewhat, leaving the reader feeling a bit short-changed. However, almost as a footnote, we then found out that the whole situation had been contrived by the two lads, because her boyfriend’s mate ‘wanted to see her naked’. This stirred my interest to help her develop the story.

The fact that Natalie also lives in the UK, piqued my interest in her, as well as her story. I was intrigued to find out how old she was, where she lived, what she looked like, and importantly, her relationship status!

In a very few cases, the synergy between myself and a female author has developed beyond the bounds of just correcting punctuation and fixing typos. It’s a curious relationship, where two virtual strangers feel able to converse about intimate events, sexual preferences, desires, frustrations, and longings, which they generally feel unable to discuss with their loved one.

Having a common interest in erotic fiction and sex matters in general – which are usually off-limits in normal circles – can be a connecting force, irrespective of geography, age, or status. Very often, it’s the less vanilla activities which crop up for discussion. Some of the time, it’s like we are having a sort of patient-therapist relationship, where nothing said will offend or shock.

I had an exchange with Nat about exploring the ‘What if?’ scenario. By this, I mean the following: We all have situations that crop up in our lives. Chance meetings, opportunities, coincidences. So much of the time, we don’t act on those opportunities, and in the future, are often left wondering, what would have happened if I’d reacted in a different way? Maybe something as simple as asking someone for their phone number…

The other thing I urged her to consider, as I do other authors, was her characters’ feelings and emotions. Too often, an author is in such rush to get a description of torrid sex written, that the sex becomes mechanical, lacking any kind of realism or feeling.

What brings a story alive, is allowing the reader to experience the emotions being felt by the players. How does the cuckolded husband feel when he sees his wife squealing, as some bull tries to split her in half with his mighty penis? How does the wife feel when she finds out her husband has been cheating on her with his slut secretary?

What can set a great story apart from a mediocre one, is the way interpersonal relationships are handled, to allow the user to understand the changing dynamic between two or more people.

Compare these statements:

‘Gemma gave Hanna a lovely, passionate kiss.’

‘I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy when I saw Gemma kissing Hanna so passionately.’

The first one is just mechanical. The second captures a very basic human emotion, which allows the reader to engage with the character.

It was against this backdrop, that I sent the reviewed and edited document back to Nat. Aside from fixing the mecidiyeköy escort obvious errors, I made some suggestions about how it could be turned into a much more engaging piece of work. I don’t criticise authors for the sake of it, but I am always honest with them. It was interesting to later learn how she reacted to this approach!

Having persuaded her to abandon the constraints of the ‘But that’s not actually what happened’ thought process, she effectively gave herself permission to set her imagination free. The result, in my opinion, is a far better story.

Natalie

My search led me to Phil, and I sent him an email via LE asking if he’d be willing to help. He was fantastic, giving a critical review and making suggestions without being rude!

I’d almost instantly become intrigued by Phil after his first review. He came across quite blunt and controlling. “I wonder how old he is. What sort of life does he lead? Is he married? Single?”

I suppose our exchange turned a corner, so to speak, when he suggested my story needed a better description of how I look. He hinted that if the reader was going to really enjoy reading a story about me being fucked, they would need to know how I looked. I can describe myself easy enough but making it sound interesting and more than just basic info isn’t something I’m comfortable with. Or at least that’s what I told Phil. He kindly offered to write a description of me if I could just give him a basic description of myself.

I pondered just sending him a photo, but in the end decided to list my appearance in bullet points, making sure I mentioned my 34F tits and how I shave my pussy, leaving a slight landing strip just above my clitoris.

I knew as he read it, he’d be trying to picture me.

Phil

One of the things which I felt was lacking from the story, was any kind of description of the characters. This is another novice author issue. Because they can visualise their characters, they assume their readers can, too. No, they can’t. Not unless you tell them. Worse, the reader will conjure up their own image of how the character looks. This runs the risk of them being knocked out of the story, when they discover later that the skinny redhead they’d imagined, is actually a plump blonde!

So, I got Nat to write out her key stats. Bless her, she even included her shoe size! I then used her facts to produce a more flowing description, that a reader would hopefully identify with.

I did chuckle when I found out later, that she thought this might be a ruse to find out her bra size and whether or not she shaved her puss. As if I would… 😉 Nat then sent me this…

Natalie (Via email)

Well, it’s been a fairly sex-charged week with joining LE, writing the story, and then sharing it with you and discussing it. Reading it back on several occasions, adding to it, taking my memory back to when some of the story actually happened. I’m anticipating your Yellow Pages Girl story tipping me over the edge to be honest. I’m comfortable enough to tell, if that’s what does happen and I can understand why, as the author, you’d enjoy knowing your story has taken me there. I suspect I’ll feel the same if I receive any feedback from someone that they’ve done the same. Male or female in my case, given I’m such a novice right now.

Phil (Replying to Natalie)

I like co-working. I’ve done two pieces now with the help of a female co-author. One was Yellow Pages Girl Pt. 1. The other is a story about to be published. It’s a fantasy about an LE author and her editor! 😉

I do like ‘meeting’ naughty women. I’m sapiosexual. In other words, I’m intrigued by women with a strong sexual intellect and imagination.

Natalie

I’d love to see that, and I’ll be sure to look out for the LE author and her editor story too!

I know what you mean. One of my attractions to older guys is because in my experience their intellect and imagination for sex is more aligned to mine than men my own age.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little aroused when I was typing out my physical features for you to describe, as whilst they were required for the story, I was basically telling someone editing my story how big my boobs are and how I maintain my pussy.

In contrast I know nothing of how you look. But your first couple of emails on my story, where you were very forthright and abrupt did stir up a curiosity.

We’ll have to continue this tomorrow. In the meantime, try not to spend too long wondering how those features actually look in reality!

Phil

Oh Nat… You simply have to get a Womaniser. It gives a woman the most amazing, variable-speed suction pulses to her clitoris. There is no other toy like it. I knew one woman, who had never had an beşiktaş escort orgasm in her life, who was driven wild by one of these.

I have one handy if you’d like to try it 😉

Natalie

I have heard very good things about them.

Oh, do you? I’m not sure how that offer’s meant but given the wink I’m going to assume you’re being suggestive about the two of us playing?

Phil

It’s been fun, and stimulating, chatting to you.

Maybe we shall exchange photos… You will either be happy or sad!

Do you like beards? Mine comes and goes, like the tide, washing in and out.

I should let you away to your bed… allow your fingers to explore… and then sleep well, dear heart.

Natalie

…and explore my fingers did!

I made little progress reviewing your changes, thanks to that exchange of emails! I’ve re-read the chat to try and see where it seemed to turn away from my story and more towards us flirting and the idea of us playing or more!

I’m an open book. I became more aroused as I listed how I look for you to make a description. Telling you about my body, then reading what you’d written and knowing you’d have had to have imagined it and pictured it to write that.

In terms of pictures, I am very intrigued of how you look, so there is certainly temptation on my part.

Phil

I woke up thinking about you this morning, which got things tingling nicely down below. I am so happy that our dialogue got you excited! That is, after all, the reason we write erotic fiction.

You have inspired me to write up the Sophie/Sadie story. Coincidentally, she was a young single mum too, originally from up North somewhere. How do you feel about anal? Sadie was really into that, so I’d struggle to leave it out…

Natalie

Oh Phil, are you holding back? If you woke up thinking about me and were tingling, did you do anything about it? I’ve openly admitted to fingering myself from our chat before falling asleep.

I’m now tingling again at the idea of you writing this story especially as it seems you’re going to base Sadie on me, at least in part. There are additional benefits to that for you, as you’ll look to learn more about me, my body and what I enjoy. Like me telling you what size my boobs are and how my pussy looks, and now if I like anal.

To answer, purely to assist your story of course, I have done anal on several occasions. It is not something that I have done regularly and so still find it uncomfortable. But if I’m aroused enough, the is sex better than good and the guy suggests or tries, I’ll let him fuck me in the arse (that bit was just for you). I actually get far more pleasure from having it teased and played with than I do it being fucked. Fingers, oral or with small toys. I remember vividly the first time I felt a guy’s tongue lower from the opening of my pussy until it found my arse and explored it. I came in seconds.

Phil

Lol, no, I’m not holding back… I’m embarrassed to admit, that I didn’t wake up till

9.45am and my dog was standing there looking very anxious. So, I had to

dispel those pleasant thoughts of you, and drag some clothes on, to let

him out.

But I’m getting some very pleasant tingles, as I sit here reading your

words…

Some things I should share with you… One is, I absolutely love licking

pussy. I mean that… I think I’ve been addicted to pussy juice since I

first tasted my then girlfriend. I just love it, can’t get

enough. I love the way a woman’s juices actually go

through a number of textures and tastes as they go through various stages of arousal.

Second (obviously as long as she’s clean), I love to head further south

too. Apparently, the anus has more nerve endings around it than the

clitoris, so it’s not surprising that you found it so pleasurable. I

love to cruise my tongue down from the vulva, over the perineum and over

the anus. It’s a wonderful thing when the woman reacts the way you did.

I love to point my tongue and push it inside… the perfect way to relax

her, ready for penetration. It’s a shame that many women avoid anal

play, as they assume it’s ‘dirty’. They are missing out on a lot.

Also, when fucking a woman doggy style, I love to press my thumb into

her arse. The thumb works best in this position, as it lands naturally

at the right position and angle. This has so many plus points… it

stimulates her a lot; it helps to tighten the vagina and again, can

prepare her for penetration.

I’m looking forward to writing about Sadie now! Thank you for sharing

such intimacy with me. I didn’t want to run into “I enjoyed your story,

but of course, I would never etiler escort do xyz.”

Natalie

You should let those tingling feelings grow. Surely, they must have whilst you’ve described those things you enjoy, as I expect you’re now imagining yourself doing those very things to me. Tasting my pussy, exploring my arse before taking me from behind, and pressing your thumb into my arse as you fuck me.

If you need to know something about me for writing accuracy, I’ll tell you the truth. Obviously if you wish to expand and exaggerate that for your story you can, but I won’t exaggerate it. I don’t think I need to make myself sound any kinkier than I will by telling you the truth.

Away from the story, lying about what I look like or what I do/don’t do sexually will on lead to disappointment if we decide to explore this properly.

So, if there is any info you need from me to help portray Sadie as an accurate reflection of me, feel free to ask.

Phil

By this point, we seemed to be getting on really well, so I thought I might as well take the plunge and send Nat a photo of me. I figured that if our embryonic online relationship was going to have a chance of making it into the real world, this was a hurdle which had to be passed. I had a limited number to choose from, but selected a very recent one, taken in a nearby pub a couple of weeks earlier. I had no idea how she’d react, so was hardly holding my breath.

Natalie

I’d been desperate to see a photo of Phil since our initial exchange and I’d been tempted to send him one of me too, but I wanted to play the game and wait for him to go there. When he did, I was pleasantly surprised.

Now I had to choose one to send back in return! I scrolled my camera roll. A full length one in a short dress? Hmmm. A bikini one? Nah. I opened my hidden album. Scrolling through ones of me in underwear and out of it. Some just topless some just more. Nat! Behave.

I opted for a recent one from a Christmas party, full face of make-up, hair done, hint of cleavage! Classy but proving I wasn’t exaggerating when I told him my bra size!

Phil

A few minutes later, another email arrived from her – with an attachment. A jpg file. I was fascinated to view it, but frankly, was prepared for a let-down.

Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. I was literally transfixed… Her face, just so pretty, with a lovely enigmatic smile, gave her an air of innocence, a ‘girl next door’ look. Her hair was stunning; gorgeous shades of brown, cascading over her shoulders, drawing the eye to a subtle hint of deep cleavage. When my heart agreed to start beating again, I tried to reconcile this beautiful, almost virginal-looking young lady, with the sexually vivacious, kinky woman I’d been speaking to…

I had told Natalie all about Charlotte, the main character in YPG. About how, even though she was a real looker, she was struggling to get any sex, casual or meaningful, in spite of her best efforts. She alluded that she could relate to that character and admitted to being curious about how I would satisfy a “sexually frustrated younger woman”.

The thing that struck me was – how on earth could a gorgeous lass like this ever be short of male suitors? I had visions of them forming a not-so-orderly queue, to take her out and take her to bed? ‘Frustrated’ was hardly the first word which would naturally spring to mind!

Part of the answer, clearly, was that she is a hard-working, single mum of two. With her kids, home life and work taking priority, she explained that her ‘me time’ was very limited, which did seem sad. She was clearly in the prime of her life, with little chance to live it fully. It also helped to explain why she had turned to erotic writing as an escape…

Natalie

Lying in bed, my fingers had found their way into my thong, and I’d made myself cum the previous night at the idea of Phil and I meeting for casual sex. I’d only got in touch with him to review and help edit an erotic story I had written, but within little time I’d sensed it could be more.

Our exchange had become quite candid. He’d already read a story about how I’d fucked a previous boyfriend in front of his friend, before wanking his friend off until he shot his load all over my arm and stomach. Phil had also had me list key features of my body, for the purpose of working on the story obviously. So, he knew about my huge boobs and my shaven pussy with just a tiny landing strip above the hood of my clit. In hindsight I have wondered if that was a clever move on his part to find out what my body was like.

We’d gone on to exchange pictures, head shots only though. He’d not pushed to see more of me yet, but I sensed it was only a matter of time.

Learning more about each other, he’d told me about an erotic story he’d written, of an older guy sexually satisfying a younger, frustrated woman. He’d added that it was based on true events, as if to make it clear he enjoyed fucking younger women. Get the hint, Nat?

Our conversations the previous night had aroused me enough for me to rub myself when I’d got in bed and make myself cum to the idea of our flirting advancing.

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